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  <title>Blood of the Dragon</title>
  <subtitle>Stay Strong Live Strong</subtitle>
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  <updated>2004-09-19T20:07:03Z</updated>
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    <title>Last Post in this journal</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T20:07:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">As you know I made a new journal and added you all to it. If I forgot anyone please let me know. One person was left off my new friend's only journal. So why the new journal and why is it friend's only? I will further explain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the Josh situation where we didn't care for contact ever again I know that my ex best friend will want to talk to me someday and she will want to know how I am doing. I don't want her knowing how I am doing as punishment for how she hurt me. She is no longer in my life. If I ever get married she is not going to be the maid of honor like promised so many years ago and she will not even be invited or notified. If I ever have children she will never see them and not be a part of their lives. Harsh? Probably so but I have been hurt too much by Jessica and I just don't have much sanity left to be hurt again. So what you may ask happed? It all started a week ago at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin was announing Once Over last Saturday and got us free tickets to see the show and the cool new break in his career. So in support of him we attended the concert up in Ann Arbor Michigan. Jess had planned to have a date with her(Nate my old crummy co-worker) Had Nate came things might be different now. I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin invited his friend Matt(whom he's known for many years) along and Matt took a liking to Jessica right away. At first Jess was like "Who is this creep hitting on me?" Then she decided it would be fun to get him to desire her so that she did. And after the concert was over she found herself desiring him as well and before we went home tey parted with many kisses. I was very happy she'd met a guy that was ok(so I thought) because any friend of Kevin's is a friend of mine. But then things started getting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I called her up to see how she was doing and she said Matt and her could come over to watch a movie. Well, I don't have a TV so I said Matt would have to supply the enetertainment which Matt said wouldn't be a problem. He brought his TV over and a retro Molly Ringwold movie over and we began to watch it. 15 minutes into the movie Matt declared he did not feel well and would have to take Jessica home and go home himself. He got up very quickly and left like the devil himself was upon him. He left so freakin quick I stood in my drive way waving for them to come back because he'd left a bag behind with his videos and some papers in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica has seemed mad that he left early and we had arranged that I'd call her later that evening. I did but she wasn't home and her grandpa flipped out on me that she wasn't at my house and was alone with this guy he'd never met. So I called Kevin to get Matt's phone number. Now keep this important note in mind. I called Matt from my cellphone so he didn't at the time know my house phone at all! Matt picked up the phone and said Jess was busy but he could giver her a message. I told him she was in trouble at home. I asked why I couldn't speak with her and he got all weird on me and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned I called Kevin. Kevin called Matt and once again Matt wouldn't let Jess talk  on the phone. Matt told Kevin that Jess was in a deep and very important conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wed night while I was at work I was very bummed out and not feeling well and needed to talk to Jess so I called her. Her grandpa answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jess phones for you!!!!!!!!!! No I will not lie and tell her your not here get the phone!"(I overheard this in the background).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then curtly answered the phone and told me she had tons of homework to do(she never ever seemed to worry about her homework before seeing as this is her second attempt at senior year so I wasn't buying it. Hadn't I heard what her grandpa had said my alerts wouldn't have been raised at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday comes around and I try calling Jess repeatedly only nobody answers the phone. Suddenly I get a call on MY HOME PHONE(remember what I said earlier) from Matt asking if he could come get the bag I left. I didn't think how he got my home number then but suddenly had the impulse to call Jess again. Her grandpa answered and said "She's not here she's with that guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! So Matt comes to get the bag and instead of seeing Jess I see no one in the car. Joey was spying through the side window and swore he saw her in the backseat plus she had to have been hiding in the backseat because Matt could only have gotten my home number from her since we are not listed. So worried as to why in the hell my best friend had to hide in a backseat from me I cried on Joey's shoulder and called Beth and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently for Kevin to get home and then Kevin called Matt and tried to find out what was going on. I expected Matt to definately say something to Kevin since I'd gone off on Matt earlier but everytime Kevin tried to talk about Jess Kevin changed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have though Kevin and I were stupid or something if they thought they could hide behind false excuses. You forgot Jess that Kevin is quite older than you and knows about your teen crap drama. So Kevin vowed to me he'd get some sort of answer from Matt the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep that night perplexed as ever. At 1 am I get a call from kevin and he reads me this(which he found in Jess's new online journal for she'd deleted the older one)&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/walkncntrdcti0n/"&gt;http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/walkncntrdcti0n/&lt;/a&gt; Here is the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty crummy when someone you've known almost all your life can't call you up on the phone or can't even email you but has to publicaly display this. I cried for two days over this and have come to this realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fond memories Jessica has grown into somebody I don't recognize. A coward, selfish, shallow, and blind to anybody but her self and anyone could please her. Instead of growing up she is growing down and I am trying to grow up. Take responsibility got my past and make something of myself. So if she wants to waste many years of valuable friendship over a guy who wont let her talk to her guy friend's out of jealousy and whom she's only known a week than fine. I do wish her the best of happiness. I don't have that need to see her in pain like I did with Josh. There is more hurt than anger. I hope she has a happy life but I refuse to let her back into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt to much by her and others and I am a fool if I let mentally abusive people into my life. I'd rather be beaten with a cane than let her emotional do this to me ever again. So goodbye to my lifelong friend and may we both meet new and better ones along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a season, a reason, and a lifetime. I was hoping Jess would fall into the lifetime category but instead I'm finding it to be the reason one. As for the exact reason I am not sure of yet but someday maybe I'll discover it.</content>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-09-17T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T17:01:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T17:01:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The new journal is &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_xemeraldcityx' lj:user='xemeraldcityx' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xemeraldcityx.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://xemeraldcityx.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xemeraldcityx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I figured it's friend's only so I can go ahead and let you guys know who the mysterious weirdo suddenly adding you was:) I just don't want a certain person who hurt me very badly to read it. I'll explain more later about what happened.</content>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-09-17T02:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T06:01:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T06:01:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm getting rid of the garbage in my life so I will be getting a new journal. I'll add you guys to it. I am not releasing the name here.</content>
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    <title>Plastic Generation</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T03:33:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T03:33:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Little girl with long blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;red painted lips and skin so fair&lt;br /&gt;high heeled shoes and frilly skirts&lt;br /&gt;She idolizes movie stars&lt;br /&gt;And dreams of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5th grade show and tell&lt;br /&gt;She brought in Cosmo girl&lt;br /&gt;All her friends had their dolls&lt;br /&gt;Teacher said "Who do you want to be?"&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody that doesn't look like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on 13 and pretty as a picture&lt;br /&gt;Long blonde hair and a nice figure&lt;br /&gt;All the boys would stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas she wanted&lt;br /&gt;mini skirts and Mabeline&lt;br /&gt;not unicorns and rainbow dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One glimpse in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and she hates her small breasts&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is too limp&lt;br /&gt;and her thighs an abomination&lt;br /&gt;She despises the saggy chin&lt;br /&gt;And wills away those lips so thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she could have seen&lt;br /&gt;What all those others saw&lt;br /&gt;if only she could have been&lt;br /&gt;The girl she was born to be&lt;br /&gt;Instead of some Barbie imitation&lt;br /&gt;in a plastic generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's 18 and saving up her money&lt;br /&gt;To go to the doctor and get rid of her tummy&lt;br /&gt;She's going to be the it girl&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that everyone wants&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a star&lt;br /&gt;On red Hollywood carpets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knife cuts into flesh&lt;br /&gt;And silicone is inserted&lt;br /&gt;Her lips are split like paper&lt;br /&gt;And her presence is being altered&lt;br /&gt;Somebody should have told her&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could have said&lt;br /&gt;That is was ok to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all over&lt;br /&gt;She looks likes all the stars&lt;br /&gt;As the bruises heal&lt;br /&gt;the mirror reflects an alien&lt;br /&gt;She's lost her self respect&lt;br /&gt;Instead of who she used to be&lt;br /&gt;She's a poor imitation&lt;br /&gt;of an uprising plastic generation</content>
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    <title>I'm Back!</title>
    <published>2004-09-13T21:12:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-13T21:12:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey everyone I'm back! About a week ago my motherboard crashed so I had to wait until I got paid to get a new one. Thanks to the super cute &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lucid42day' lj:user='lucid42day' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lucid42day.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lucid42day.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lucid42day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm back online now. LJ and GJ are forever blocked at work and so is my email so I was going pretty crazy wondering how everyone was. So if I missed anything major let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is going on here. I am sick yet again and Jess is dating a 30 year old guy. But he looks young so I guess that counts for something. And Joey showed me more about computers so I have a vague idea of how they are built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Amber's brother Ben got married to Emily. But I feel like crap and feel more like reading than anything else. So it's good to be back and hope nobody removed me.</content>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-08-28T02:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-28T07:03:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-28T07:03:45Z</updated>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-08-28T02:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-28T06:59:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-28T06:59:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The Soundtrack to Your Life Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a soundtrack for your life, matching songs with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening song: Broken-Sevendust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up: Return to Innocence-Enigma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: Big Pimpin-Jay-Z &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss: Run Away-Real McCoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love: Hanging By A Moment-Lifehouse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing an old love: You Make Me Sick-Pink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak: Always-Saliva &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving fast: Bodies-Drowning Pool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go out: Breakfast at Tiffanys-Deep Blue Something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying with friends: In Da Club-50 Cent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at a club: What is Love-Haddaway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting: Always Be My Baby-Mariah Carey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sexy: Hot In Here-Nelly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone in the rain: Losing Grip-Avril Lavinge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone: One Sweet Day-Mariah Carey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the ocean: I would not play in the ocean so no answer for this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer vacation: Summertime-Will Smith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with someone: Everybody's Fool-Evanescence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting goofy with friends: Lady Marmalade-Xtina, Lil Kim, Pink, and Mia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back: Dreams-Van Halen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling depressed: Damaged-Sevendust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time: Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep: Goodnight-Evanescence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing song: Fighter-Christina Aguilera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/soundtracksurvey.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take The Soundtrack to Your Life Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get more cool things for your blog at &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blogthings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>:(</title>
    <published>2004-08-28T06:02:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-28T06:02:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is one of the worst nights of my life. A centipede was in my bed. I have spent the past two hours trying to find it. I feel like I am going to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica had a bad night too and Joey has had a bad day. Gah! Please keep us all in your thoughts and prayers. I do not want a centipede crawling on me in my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously afraid of centipedes. Not spiders just centipedes. *shudders*.</content>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-08-22T03:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T07:25:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T07:25:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now the only problem with it is I can't upload it because it is bigger than 60k can anyone help me with this?</content>
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    <title>I made an icon!</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T07:11:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T07:11:10Z</updated>
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    <title>Not a good combo</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T08:12:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T08:12:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have worked almost two weeks straight without a day off. What does Marco's cheese bread, a stressful night at work, an alcoholic drink, popcorn, and the karioke machine messing up on me plus that piece of Snicker's cake add up too? A very sick Julie. Ohhhhhhhhhh.</content>
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    <title>I need a massage</title>
    <published>2004-08-17T00:42:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-17T00:42:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My stress level had been pretty high the last few days and I'm worrying like a mofo. I had to work yesterday on my day off because Nathan didn't come in again. In fact he never called anyone and then lied to Brandi when she called him and said he'd told me he wouldn't be in on Sunday. Then yesterday Ben tried to call him and Nate hung up the phone when he heard Ben's voice. So he's fired and Ben hired a girl named Pootnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was worrying all weekend that Ben wouldn't hire someone right away and we'd all have to work a double. Thankfully he did. Now I'm worried about my cell phone bill.Now their telling me I owe them 140 instead of 70 dollars and I can't find out why because every time I try and talk to a rep they tell me I'm not Lindsey so I have to have Lindsey call them and transfer the phone into my name so I can find out why I owe a billion dollars. Alltel freakin sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I am having a hard time getting Joey's gift. Gah! STRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>Too many thoughts</title>
    <published>2004-08-14T18:27:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-14T18:27:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know what to think or feel right now and really only want to be around one person and thats Joe but I'm at work...again. Nate is sick and is going to call off tonight and I know Ben will call me and I am not going to answer my phone. I will be treating Joey out to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running on two hours of sleep. I started this rougly about 7 and now it's almost 3. I'm going to crash. People suck. Nate wants to call off and Ben is thinking about firing him. Blah. I'm not working the shift. Movie. sleep.....good.</content>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-08-13T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-14T00:12:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-14T00:12:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Please excuse the bad grammar and stuff but I have me a major headache. Oh their out of their rooms again. Go watch spongbob or something! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Go play Jerry Springer with your Barbie's but stop running through the freakin drive-thru and making it beep in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*head exploids*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to circumstances Julie Larimore is now dead from insanity please step aside while we fix the technical difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me want to never ever have kids.</content>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-08-10T20:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-11T00:56:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-11T00:56:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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    <title>No more nights</title>
    <published>2004-08-08T07:03:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-08T07:03:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight is my last 3rd shift and I am sooooooooooooooooooo freakin happy! I just can't do it anymore it's draining the hell out of me. I am getting a cold and am so sleepy. I didn't get much sleep today because I went to chruch and finally saw Amber! We need to see each other more. We went shopping afterwards and Cory wasn't being such a big jerk as he was the last time we all hung out. We went to Petland and played with a puppy. I inquired about someone to teach me scissoring but the manager wasn't in. BVR's contract says if they run out of funding they don't have to finish me on the program the problem is I have to prove thats not why they won't let me finish and it's because of my ex teacher.:( I guess I wasn't meant to be a dog groomer. I am seriously thinking about going to The Nash Academy online and finishing up when I get the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting in the mail for my FAFSA pin so I can see if I'm eligible for a grant or loan so I can go to school this fall or winter. Blah the whole schooling thing is so expensive. I really don't want to be at Days Inn until I'm 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about Amber for the first time in a very long time we finally got a chance to talk without Cory hanging around and when she left she seemed so down. She really loves Cory and still doesn't understand why he broke up with her. Blah stupid Cory! The puppy at Petland cheered us up though. Yay puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Joey. Yes I know I live with him but I've been working a lot and the night shift makes me tired. Monday night I am playing games with him and shutting the cell phone off. I want to play games with Joey and nobody is going to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin got Beth and I tickets to a wrestling thing tomorrow night for her birthday. I am not big on wrestling but Beth is excited about it but Jess is upset because kevin couldn't pay for her tocket. That is between those two though. I am paying Kevin back when I get paid. I hope I don't fall asleep. lol. So you better cheer loudly Beth to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so blah right now. I feel sick to my stomach and just want to sleep but Brandi won't drag her butt in here until 8:30 so sleep is a long way off. We're sold out and I don't have much to do. I suppose I could finish my story but I don't feel up to it. I'm too tired to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee thanks mom for calling and busting my spirits:( It's a LONG story and involves Oscosh Wisconsin and Christine and me wanting to go the next time the camporee was. Well it's too late now. I'm going to go draw or something and wait for sanity to come back.</content>
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    <title>Gurgle glop glop</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T05:53:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I hate subject lines I never know what to say. So heres what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept a whole lot because I wasn't feeling good. I think I have a cold coming on. I got to work and found out Roxanne confronted Brandy about calling her a bitch behind her back and Ben goes and sides with Brandy. Then Brandy parks by some trees and tries to stalk Roxanne. So Rox made a list of STD'S for Brandy. I had gotten a going away card for Rox and Brandy couldn't even sign it! So world war 3 is on and I so hope Brandy gets her butt kicked.</content>
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    <title>Sorry but.....</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T05:20:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T05:20:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had to do a big friend's cut because I'm working so much. I took of people I never talked to or people who never updated. The new people stayed because thats only fair. I didn't want to offend anyone but its only fair to you guys.</content>
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    <title>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title>
    <published>2004-07-28T14:28:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I haven't updated and I haven't commented in awhile since Ben went on vacation and the rest of us have to work extra this week. I'm so freakin tired right now it's unreal. Soon as I get off work I'm hitting the hay.</content>
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    <title>Help!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-07-25T05:41:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-25T05:41:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok did I do the right thing? What would you do all advice is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi told me not to give out the 44.95 coupon rate. It's an additional ten dollars on Friday and Saturday. Well after midnight people started complaining about that because it was Sunday. I even had one couple go out into the parking lot and wait an hour to check-in so they could get it twen dollars cheaper. And technically it is Sunday now. So I just gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this oen woman complaine about the wait and wanted a discount. She was already getting the coupon rate and I can't go below that. I was on the phone to the police and explained this to her but she was so mad. In all the confusion I forgot to get her CC. Just as I was about to call her toom to ask her to pay in the morning or bring the card up she comes up to the desk with her blanket and there is poop all over it. I tell her if she goes and gets the CC I'd give her a discount. It's been 30 minutes and I haven't seen any sign of her. I've tried calling her room and it's busy. So she's probably calling the 1-800 line and filing a complaint on me. I'm afraid to walk to her room because she is scaring me. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BEN IS GOING TO FIRE ME. I am going to have a panic attack I swear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1</content>
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    <title>Karioke</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T23:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T23:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can't wait to Karioke with Roxanne and Karen tonight. Even if its only for two hours singing always makes me happy and I have been pretty down and out the past two days. Not only is the Jess thing still on my mind but I got a message on my machine left by my case worker person and they have been receiving strange emails saying very bad stuff about the school so now just when I'm ready to start my second semester BVR tells me they won't pay for the second half because it's not a good school. Gee I wonder who could be sending those emails cough....cough....Beth. I was literally a raving lunatic when I got home. I found out just before I walked in the door and I had had plans to spend the night at Beth's but I was in the mood to get drunk and sleep so thats what I did. I talked to my mom and Beth on the phone and I think I scared them with my talk of what I'd like to do to Beth(The mean evil Beth not my friend Beth) and Joey must have thought I was nuts. I literally wanted to go outside and throw rocks at trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Beth cheered me up and we went swimming. I kinda lost it when I came home though but cried to my mother for a good half hour. She can only make me feel better if I'm upset about animals. If it's anything else she usually makes me feel worse. I am finally getting over it. I guess I'll tell youw what happened but I am not leaving any room for comments. Walnut ended up as road kill:( I feel horrible and if it wern't for Joey and my mom I'd hate myself. They keep reassuring me I didn't know. Sigh he deserved better than that. Please don't think I am an animal hater. I loved that rabbit very much I just didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at school today my mom calls up and said Jennifer(my case worker) called up and said I have to talk to her supervisor. My mom told her I would sue if they didn't do something about my schooling. I mean you just don't start someone on a program and then not finish them. So Jennifer said they'd work something out even if that meant training me with someone else. Blah why why why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 I just want to learn to scissoring damnitt!</content>
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    <title>Day off please come soon!</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T23:03:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-20T23:03:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today has not been good. At school a dog almost fainted from heat stroke. I freaked and didn't know what to do so we put him in the tub and then I sat with him by the fan. Mary Jo needs to get a freakin air conditioner.  How should I approach her about this since no one else will? I just don't want to see any dogs die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty down about the whole Jess thing and then last night on my way home from work I found out some bad news. I am not talking about it here because some people will yell at me maybe. I dunno I just feel like a bad person. I should have known better:( I can't think about it or I'll start crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work every little thing is stressing me out. Thankfully we're slow. I was late because I thought I was releaving Brandi and she is always late relieving us so Ben told us to do the same to her. Nobody told me Brandi had today off and Ben was working. Yeah so I was late relieving my manager. That's never a good thing. He was nice about it though because he understood I thought Brandi was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a French couple came in and they don't know a lick of English. It took me half an hour just to check them in and they don't understand the rate at all. Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till tomorrow. Spending the night at Beth's, sleeping in, having fun with Beth, taking April to the mall then coming home around 8 and playing games with Joey. Well if he wants to that is.</content>
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    <title>Another day another dollar</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T11:44:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T11:44:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At work right now and am so happy to have a day off and the car at the same time! And money! Can't get any better than that. I'm gonna do some grocery shopping and then hit the hay till about  3pm then I'm getting April and Jess and we're going to visit Beth. After Beth's we're getting Josh and coming back to the apartment to play games with Joey. I'm hoping I can get him to come to Beth's with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I finally got to play deadlands again. First Karen and I went to El Zarrape's and ate their yummy Mexican food but it made me very sick. Then we went to Alec's friend Mike's house and played the game. I am such a newbie to tabletop gaming and I feel so stupid sometimes. My character got attacked by a creature before I left for work and I think I'll probably be hanged by Steve's character for being a witch next week. Damn Steve's character. Wonder if my character could take him out? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone cares but here is a bio for my character Lianna Rosenbury and maybe I'll throw in a picture while I wait for Brandy to get her butt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As told by Lyanna Rosenbury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I are twins. We were born of unknown parents and left at an orphanage alone except for each other. We tried to get information on our parents but nothing was ever found and there seemed to be a great mystery surrounding them. Every time we would inquire about our parents the nuns at the orphanage would quickly change the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of sixteen my sister Lysa and I wanted to run away and travel the world. The nuns caught onto our plans and decided it would be best if "our type" were sent away to be nuns. We were punished for being attractive and intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was not very happy since she had been hoping to see new places. I didn't care one way or another since I would do what I wanted no matter who tried to stop me. Thats where my sister and I differ. Lisa was the more charming and calm sister that always tried to please others but I am more willful and I tend to be quick to anger. I use the past tense concerning Lysa because she is now a shell of her former self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we turned 18 we were sent to Spain and studied under Sister Rosaline. It was a fine place as far as convents are concerned but the place caught on fire and we were sent to a place near Paris. This place was very different from the rest and nobody seemed friendly or talkative. Not until you passed certain "tests" anyways. Lysa decided she liked this whole business of being a nun and began to study under Sister Mordane a shrewd and strange woman who said she could teach her special secrets of the Catholic church. I did what was required of me and at night while Lysa was doing extra studying I would plan my escape and exciting future. Lysa began to talk to me less and less and to the others more and more and soon I discovered I was an outsider. One night I decided to spy on one of Lysa's meetings with Sister Mordane and discovered a horrible secret. My sister lie in the courtyard unconscious and above her hovered Sister Mordane drinking her blood. She had horrible fangs and hissed as soon as she saw me. I don't remember how my sister and I got away I only remember feeling very angry and suddenly a blast of light shot right through the creature Mordane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my sister and I were vagabounds looking for odd jobs and such where we could find them. It was hard because what the vampire had done to my sister had left her dim witted. We ended up at the world fair in Paris and met a group of very strange people. One is a scientist, the other a very annoying man, a suspicious priest, and a very rich and snobbish woman. My sister and I are now servants of the rich woman who is traveling in Boston with the&lt;br /&gt; rest. Nobody knows that I am a mage and I would prefer to keep it that way.</content>
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    <title>If you like Bush don't click link!</title>
    <published>2004-07-12T05:19:49Z</published>
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    <title>morganalafaye @ 2004-07-10T06:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-10T10:40:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Go to my userinfo page if you need to for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick someone on my friends list that you want to know something about, might want to get to know, or are just curious about them or how well I know them. Then I will tell you a thing or few about what I know of them (no horribly personal invasive stuff. . . . we're respecting privacy here, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can't pick yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can't pick someone we are mutual friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then do the same meme in your journal. Come back at some point, if you're curious, to see if I've written about you or if someone is interested in learning something about you).</content>
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