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  <title>TALK TO ME NOW;;</title>
  <subtitle>i`m older.</subtitle>
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    <name>conniemin.</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-25T05:09:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:19478</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2009-02-24T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T05:09:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T05:09:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'M GONNA BE DOING MAKEUP FOR LA FASHION WEEK!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:16117</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2008-11-04T20:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T04:07:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T04:07:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OBAMABAMBMABMAMBAMBAMBMAMBAMBMABMABAMBAMBMAMAAAAAAAAAA!!!! (: relief.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:13882</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2008-08-03T12:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T19:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T19:21:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.fueledbyramen.com/streetteam/ad.php?u=2&amp;amp;b=993" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fueledbyramen.com/streetteam/img/36/4/gch_quilt_468x60_pre-lrg.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:6727</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2007-06-21T23:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-22T04:22:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-22T04:22:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;LOCKED&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:6119</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-12-29T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-30T04:56:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-30T04:56:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why the fuck is it so cold in california?!&lt;br /&gt;its almost new year.&lt;br /&gt;2007, bring it!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:5810</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-09-24T20:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T03:44:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T03:44:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">actually, i love school.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:5593</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-06-19T16:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T23:36:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T23:36:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">soooooo. im back. like frealz. haha. SUMMERS HERE. so now i have more time and such. how has the LJ world have been? fill me in!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:5279</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-05-14T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T23:52:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T23:54:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kaori_iida/heartache.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-957.vo.llnwd.net/00734/75/96/734556957_l.jpg" width="400" length="300"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:4911</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-05-03T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T06:33:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T06:35:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my guy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/4290/jgcjuhk9sx.jpg" width="400" length="300"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/7701/fipy7be.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:4643</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-05-01T15:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T21:58:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T21:58:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">haha im sneaking on right now during history.&lt;br /&gt;fricking lj is the only site that they dont block.&lt;br /&gt;hehe mm breaking up with my boyfriend today afterschool.&lt;br /&gt;new boy (:&lt;br /&gt;picture later. hes super cute. his name is elvis.&lt;br /&gt;hes tall dark and handsome. literally.&lt;br /&gt;i adore him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:4568</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-04-23T16:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T23:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T23:59:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im bacccccck.&lt;br /&gt;and im vowing to update at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;things have been so hectic lately. i had a scary dream yesterday, about frank dying. i had to say a little speech infront of the whole school about how i knew him and mid-speech i broke down crying. and i remembered all the good memories i had with him and then i woke up and was scared as hell. i found the playboy cellphone he gave me when mine broke, and i felt so glad he was still with us. i dont know, i got really emotional over that. laaame.&lt;br /&gt;and my friend pamela. mmhm. its so frustrating trying to help her. me and her used to be really close and talk all the time. and then she got a myspace and started seperating herself from all of us and hanging out with myspace kids who live like 3 hours away and she started smoking and like randomly hooking up with guys at shows and whatever she could do to fit in. and i dont know. its just hard to see someone you were so close to change. and i had a long talk with her and she was all like oh yeah i dont want to do all this i just wanna be myself again and all innocent. the next day shes like sharing how she was doing weed and shit. sigh. i dont know. trying to help her is useless. &lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, im failing math. yaaay. im broke. i need more clothes. my remodeled room is bombassshit. ive been taking shitty pictures lately. i need to lose weight. i want to take a shower&amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;mm, when im done being lazy, im gonna comment all y'alls page. i havent done it in a while. later.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:4312</id>
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    <title>lets do this thangg.</title>
    <published>2006-04-04T04:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-04T04:46:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">h0ll4h. mmk so today me and alena went to chinatownn ((: haha we both lied to our parentals. i said i was at shalimars school festival thing with virginia and alena said she was at my house watching movies. noicee. haha we walked to where dennys is and took the bus to the goldline and took it to chinatown. some fun stuff. i got my nose pierced! yay it didnt really hurt. i thought i would tear like everyone says on bmezine but i didnt. i was happy. the lady who did it was vincents godmother. she kept talking to alena and alena just kept nodding. LAWLZ. and then when we came back there was the nicest bus driver ever! there was a little black kid that came inside and said.. "i lost my pass." and then the bus driver said "come on in, are you a straight A student?" and the little kid shyly shook his head and the bus driver laughed and said, "i bet you could be if you wanted to." it was the cutest thing ever ((: and then he waved goodbye at us when he drove off. haha i sound like a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my partner in crime for the day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/yoooooooo.jpg" width="163" height="250"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/yooooooooooooooooooooo.jpg" width="163" height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old picture of me. dayumm. long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/phat.jpg" width="163" height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick ten people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Simple Pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - being loved&lt;br /&gt;02 - knowing how to do something and doing it right&lt;br /&gt;03 - texting &lt;br /&gt;04 - flirting innocently&lt;br /&gt;05 - talking to friends&lt;br /&gt;06 - my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;06 - listening to music&lt;br /&gt;07 - photography&lt;br /&gt;08 - food&lt;br /&gt;09 - resting after a long day&lt;br /&gt;10 - hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks for being there for me when i needed it the most. you guys are amazing (:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:3848</id>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-03-27T19:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-28T03:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-28T03:47:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of you flirting with girls. im sick of you ignoring me. im sick of seeing you bs me. im sick of you treating me like im everyone else. im sick of you playing around with my feelings. im sick of watching you act ashamed of me. im sick of crying over this. im sick of having you say sorry everytime and never meaning it. im sick of being so attached to you. im sick of you being so hypocritical. im sick of you checking out other girls. im sick of you being so selfish and not caring about my feelings. im sick of you always getting mad at me. im sick of trying to fix everything. im sick of feeling like im just a trophy. &lt;b&gt;im sick of being used.&lt;/b&gt; im sick of wanting everything to be okay, when in reality, its never gonna be okay. im sick of being hurt. im sick of you never noticing when somethings wrong. im sick of you not running after me. im sick of knowing that who i met, isnt who youve been. im sick of forgiving you everytime. im sick of never being good enough. im sick of never pleasing you. &lt;br /&gt;what do you want from me? im trying so hard to pretend im okay.&lt;br /&gt;but its killing me inside. im sick of having to deal with this shit over and over, day after day. i dont deserve this again. not again. please God, dont do this to me again. i dont want to hurt again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:slightlyxvague:3651</id>
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    <title>HELLO BIG UPDATE.</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T04:42:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T04:50:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so talent show passed. that was fun. everyone said me and johnpaul did good. yay (:&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY WAS PHYSICS DAY. that was fun. went with asian crewww. but we soon split up so it was like me coco jessica michelle virginia and johnpaul. GREAT GREAT CREW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;waiting for the buses. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah jillian is my best friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at knotts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghostrider take one. haha i was fixing my hair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see those white guys in the back? they were following us around the whole day. that asshole with the orange hair is so fucking rude.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i was tryna look at something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing what i always do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in line for perilous plunge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after perilous plunge, i had these wonderfully placed wet spots on my shirt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line for jaguar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coco's wet ass.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghostrider take two. we were doing the "GRILLZ" hand thing the whole time. even during the drop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d21/cchenpwnzall/IMGP2849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. yeah. this week has been tiring. rock band concert yesterday. tgif srzly.</content>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-03-23T22:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-24T06:23:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-24T06:23:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud and press play. Use the song titles as your answers. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;Song: i am the killer&lt;br /&gt;Artist: thursday&lt;br /&gt;(erhh. yeah. self explanitory.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Song: at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Artist: saves the day&lt;br /&gt;(..i guess not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Song: shes perfect&lt;br /&gt;Artist: jimmy eat world&lt;br /&gt;(haha. how flattering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Song: come back&lt;br /&gt;Artist: the early november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Song: kiss and make up&lt;br /&gt;Artist: funeral for a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Song: give em hell kid&lt;br /&gt;Artist: mcr&lt;br /&gt;(will do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should life be full of so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;Song: under pressure&lt;br /&gt;Artist: mcr and the used cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?&lt;br /&gt;Song: slow motion&lt;br /&gt;Band: juvenille&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA. done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Song: baby girl&lt;br /&gt;Artist: femme fatality&lt;br /&gt;(a girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I die happy?&lt;br /&gt;Song: forever and here on after&lt;br /&gt;Artist: dear whoever&lt;br /&gt;(haha apparently so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;Song: fight for your right&lt;br /&gt;Artist: beastie boys&lt;br /&gt;(doing so right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Song: the birth of catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;Artist: with broken wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my favorite fetish?&lt;br /&gt;Song: the willing&lt;br /&gt;Artist: emanuel&lt;br /&gt;(cause you cant rape the willing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;Song: the shooting star that destroyed us&lt;br /&gt;Artist: a static lullaby&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>back in black.</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T03:14:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T03:14:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mmk so i havent been able to update in foreverz.&lt;br /&gt;life is good. picked highschool classes.&lt;br /&gt;modern history. english. french. photography. freshman pe. geometry.&lt;br /&gt;lala i wanna start gauging. i just needa start asking alex for tapers.&lt;br /&gt;oh and im remodeling my room during spring breaaaaaaak. yay.&lt;br /&gt;FUHHHHHH. I NEED TO GET OFF EBAY. ebay = life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now answer the questions according to the names listed below-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;1. alex&lt;br /&gt;2. jillian&lt;br /&gt;3. anthony&lt;br /&gt;4. nelso&lt;br /&gt;5. nicole c&lt;br /&gt;6. stephanie&lt;br /&gt;7. coco&lt;br /&gt;8. tiffany&lt;br /&gt;9. kent&lt;br /&gt;10. jessica&lt;br /&gt;11. netty&lt;br /&gt;12. frank&lt;br /&gt;13. jonathan&lt;br /&gt;14. patrick&lt;br /&gt;15. kyle&lt;br /&gt;16. alan&lt;br /&gt;17. carlo&lt;br /&gt;18. olive&lt;br /&gt;19. alena&lt;br /&gt;20. leah&lt;br /&gt;21. vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;sixth grade. i thought her name was justine for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;id be straight. iono, id be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 15 dated?&lt;br /&gt;wtf mode instantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 21 cry?&lt;br /&gt;nope hes a true g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 4 and 12 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;uh. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO. jill, get off my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 8:&lt;br /&gt;best friend since first grade. short. indian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like 12?&lt;br /&gt;me and frankie are best friends fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 14 is attractive:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i liked him in 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 17:&lt;br /&gt;hes the bestest. mahal kita!&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;light colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you?&lt;br /&gt;already has. 1.13.06 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to number 19?&lt;br /&gt;umm. friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 13 speak?&lt;br /&gt;he speaks fag. haha chink and english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 16 in?&lt;br /&gt;seventh. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 5's favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;she likes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;already have :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 1?&lt;br /&gt;am doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 11 single?&lt;br /&gt;yess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10s last name?&lt;br /&gt;deng. haha. JDENGGGGG! tengteng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 3?&lt;br /&gt;not at the present being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 18 live?&lt;br /&gt;sierra madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 20?&lt;br /&gt;good friend. good advice. next year in french is gonna be bomb with her&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about 4?&lt;br /&gt;we're BEST BEST BEST friends and tell each other everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to tell 14 right now?&lt;br /&gt;you talk alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 9?&lt;br /&gt;through savannah. we first met met at a tkp show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best and worst thing about 2?&lt;br /&gt;the best thing: we're the same people. the worst thing: we're the same people-we dont admit were wrong, easily pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to know 15 forever?&lt;br /&gt;hope so. but probably not. hes going to st. francis next year ):</content>
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    <title>INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY.</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T04:35:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-21T04:35:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;mmk so. this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;sunday - mmk so i went about usual business. went to jills house to get my cellphone and all that jazz. did nothing lallalalallalala. skip to night. so at about 11:15, i snuck out to meet up with alex and his friend josh. mmm so cute. he's all like, i saw your away message so let me see your nails. cause my away message was painting my nails so then he was like. theyre pretty. theyre like silverish blue. i like them. and examining them all close. hehe so cuteee. so then we walked to josh's house.. which is like in el monte i think? then we went in his little like garage room shit and there's like 5 other guys playing guitar and KOF so we go to this little back room thangay and had time to ourselves. (: yaaay. haha and did some stuffs (; haha and then like at.. 2 or so, we find out some guys spray painted the other guys' cars and they were all pissed and shit. it was scary. then we went back in. and pretty much just chilled til 4. then one of the guys gave me a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - so no school so me and alex went for breakfast early. and then so we walked from my house to denny's, which is like. two miles or so away. so it took us like a hour to get there. and when we got there we waited for like 10 minutes and this HUMOGOUS guy like comes in. and so like alex is like tripping out for like ever. haha no but surrzlyy this guy was humogous. he was like. 6'4 or sump and he was aznnn. reminded me of matt ma. haha. and then so we ate and then walked back to school cause i had production. the rehearsal was good i think. my performance was okay. i dont think its funny. i hope people laugh during the play. yeah and then after, the colourguard people were painting the floor so me and weiwei were kinda just chilling with them and then alex came to school and then we went to the park but then it was super freezing cold and so we went to cherry lips and then shared fried tofu and watched spongebob. mmhm (: im leaving out soooo much details haha. and then after he walks me home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so in love with him.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>it's time to operate.</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T08:42:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-17T08:42:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;I am Shevanel: i love you more than anything in the world, nothing could ever seperate us even oceans. i will always love you now matter how far how close how hard it is to love you i will always. because your everything to me connie . every moment of my life as of january 13th has been worth living because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend is better than yours.&lt;br /&gt;faaaaaaaaack. so much is going on. im getting a c- in algebra, which means its slowing going up. i just need a c then i can get into geo next year. yessss. me and my mom are going through this like serious transformation thing. or trying to. to be more open together or something. MY BOYFRIEND MAKES ME THE HAPPIEST PERSON EVERRRRRRRRRRR. but im pretty sure you already knew that. production play is in one week; we are DEFINENTLY not ready. saturday is temple city parade; i dont think im marching. sunday is disneyland with orchestra winds and rockband; i still need to buy a dress for it. GAHHHH. i got so much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im reading to kill a mockingbird. and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight livejournal.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-02-12T00:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-12T08:39:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-12T08:39:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt;i just want to drown &lt;br /&gt;in sorrow right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look at me. pity me.&lt;br /&gt;feel sorry for me as im feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;im pathetic.</content>
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    <title>this is a wasted conversation.</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T03:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-10T03:37:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you know that feeling.. when you just feel like youre at an all time low? like nothing you do is going right? so yesterday night. before i took a shower. i look at myself in the mirror. i looked for a really long time. it was like i was expecting to see someone else. and iono. i was thinking about it. this isnt who i want to be. im everything i said i wouldnt become 5 years ago. &lt;i&gt;this isnt what i want at all.&lt;/i&gt; iono. i have a major attitude problem. ive never really got to admitting it. i guess thats why. my parents are so fed up with me. i act like im the shit and like i know everything. its horrible. i need a total like. attitude adjustment. im emotionally unstable and that needs to change. my life is so out of hand right now. bad grades. stuff with the boyfriend. friend drama. i just need to settle down, and learn how to juggle everything at once. i guess thats why ive had this.. sudden obsession of getting a nose piercing. i just want a change. something that marks this period of time: this is when conniemin decided to grow up and face reality. i just need a long talk with a friend, preferably with some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the first time in a while that i felt like a cheap useless whore. &lt;br /&gt;but maybe thats really all that i am.</content>
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    <title>trophy boys, trophy wives..</title>
    <published>2006-02-08T18:41:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-08T18:41:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay so im sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;im sitting at home, while the rest of you are at school.&lt;br /&gt;possibly running the mile right now.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i spit in yoo faaace. &lt;br /&gt;my dog is barking super loud right now, and it kinda sounds like a horse whinnying.&lt;br /&gt;not that i would know because you know.&lt;br /&gt;ive never really seen a horse before. &lt;br /&gt;i have this strange obsession with ranch dressing and pudding lately.&lt;br /&gt;.. er. not together. or that would be.&lt;br /&gt;special. just special.&lt;br /&gt;no but really, im dipping everything i could possibly find with ranch.&lt;br /&gt;its getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wanna go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;this is boring.</content>
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    <title>slightlyxvague @ 2006-02-06T00:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T08:16:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-08T18:52:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html"&gt;http://redmusic.com/goths/warning.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that has to be the funniest shit in the world.&lt;br /&gt;soooo. superbowl. yep. steelers won.&lt;br /&gt;my sister and her psychomaniac friends ran into my room and scared the shit out of me. i didnt even know my sister watched football.. or anything besides anime. fucking asian.&lt;br /&gt;i should get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;its late and i got school tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of piercing my nose. nostril, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;whatdya think? i think its cute, past the.. skanky azn no eyebrowed bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bmezine.com/pierce/03-nose/A60117/high/bmegl209085.jpg" width="200" length="300"&gt;</content>
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    <title>my heartbeat in your hands.</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T06:04:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T06:06:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay soooo.&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;school sucked lalala. like always. actually, the only thing i enjoyed about it was the period of afterschool and whatever youre gonna do afterschool. namean? so yeah. it was me, nelso, jill, nassih, olive, and netty. and we were just chilling and laughing like mofuckaaaz. and then jill got a ride home and so we just waited for my mom. and my mom came and we somehow squished 4 people into the back of one car. and they were all like.. "o__o wtf." yeah. and then we got to the mall, and we bought tickets for when a stranger calls and DASHED FOR MCDONALDS. damn fatasses. haha me, nassih, and nelso all got happy meals. haha it was fun. they got little wussy the dog toys and i got a strawberry shortcake head with lipgloss in it. haha. yup and then we went upstairs and met up with, jessica, coco, michelle, jill, steph and frank. i think. and then we went in at 5:00 and like 5 minutes later, virginia, brandon, nich, jonathan, tiffany and like a crapload of kids. so like we get all settled and the movie starts and alex comes like 20 minutes later and we watch. IT WAS THE FUCKING MOST HILARIOUS MOVIE IN THE WORLD. i dont think it was supposed to be. he gets like totally owned by the girl. W33K. and the best part was ROE-SAH! foshofosho. haha. yeah and after we just kinda go off on our own and shop. and then it was me, jill, nassih, and nelso and we like walked around and like wreaked havoc everywhere. it was funn. and we sat for like 30 minutes in the "RELAX and sit" or some shit station. haha. jill+nelso squished into a chair and made out naturally, while nassih took most of the chair, and i sat on the arm and this box thing that takes money. yup. it was fun. UNDERWORLD NAZIS. haha. UN. nelson's *clickclick HOOHOO cause hes like. african. and nassih's cheh, cause apparently thats like cuban or something. im haberhasgen, german fosho, and jill is zeke. cause. she wanted to be zeke. haha. it was originally UN for united nations but whatevz. yup. then we all got rides from jill's madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. i wake up to my mom screaming the shit out of me. she was like OMG YOU HAD CANDY?! &lt;i&gt;um. yes.&lt;/i&gt; DID YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH?! &lt;i&gt;yes.&lt;/i&gt; NO YOU DIDNT EOEWRJPERSJTPRWRW. what a faggot. so i woke up early and semi organized my clothes and whateverr. then my mom + sister went out to get haircuts, so alex came ovahh. it was fun. we sat around doing nothing. you pick. &lt;i&gt;no you pick.&lt;/i&gt; i'll do whatever you want to do.  &lt;i&gt;i dont care, you choose. you love choosing.&lt;/i&gt; and that went on for like. a hour. we watched some tv though. it was like this show called inked or something and its about a tattoo shop. oh wow. nuff sed. yupp and then william called or sump and he had to go to practice so he skateboarded awaaaay. hehe (: i love him so much. then i went online on my crappy laptop and talked to my favourite kids in the worlddd. lalala and then my familia came home and i was like WTF M4T3 WH3R35 TH3 F3WD. and they didnt bring any home so i ate a tv dinner. yehyzz. yup. then i made my production costume and all that and yepp. now im here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i want new shoes. i was gonnuh buy shoes yesterday from hottopic cause i wanted to use my giftcard but they had nothing i wanted in my size. FGGTZ. okay id thought id tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;oh and im talking to vincent right now. i feel bad cause ive been a shitty friend to him lately. ):</content>
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    <title>bury your head.</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T06:41:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T06:41:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">falalala. its feburary.&lt;br /&gt;wow today was a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;student council elections.&lt;br /&gt;everyone kept talking about how it was like "our last student council election at this school."&lt;br /&gt;everyone started getting all "awww.." and i teared.&lt;br /&gt;conniemin, lame pussyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;production was fun though, people laughed at my accent YEHYZZ.&lt;br /&gt;then i spent afterschool with alex.&lt;br /&gt;that was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;he has pictures of me on his video ipod. awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-920.vo.llnwd.net/00233/02/95/233875920_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i cant wait til valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;i got him the bestest present ever.&lt;br /&gt;surrzlayyy. i spent $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and we're taking school pictures tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;for rock band/marching band/drill.&lt;br /&gt;thats when it hits you. "hey, schools almost ending."</content>
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    <title>i wont cross these streets til you hold my hand.</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T02:34:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">me and alex. we kinda got in a little fight thing.&lt;br /&gt;iono. i was jumping to conclusions. it was stupid of me.&lt;br /&gt;and then i listened to music on full volume til my dad came home.&lt;br /&gt;mom is in taiwan for some reason; so me + my sis are just kicking it with dad.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt better. and then i talked to victor.&lt;br /&gt;we discussed our love lives and just life itself.&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought about something.&lt;br /&gt;i actually kinda wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;but im not letting reality take over like it always does.&lt;br /&gt;im letting ignorance overcloud; and im just gonna pretend im fine.&lt;br /&gt;i cant live like this for long. but for now; ill just have to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://students.ausd.net/m33p/beautyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant get over the feeling of heartbreak.</content>
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