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  <title>I'm a highschool Lover...</title>
  <subtitle>...and you're my favorite flavor</subtitle>
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    <name>...and you're my favorite flavor</name>
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  <updated>2005-07-29T16:18:01Z</updated>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-07-29T11:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-29T16:18:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T16:18:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I just finished my last class for this program and have successfully earned 6 college credits. Tomorrow is the show. Blake and my mom flew in today, I  canNOT wait to see him. It's kinda sad that this is all over, like I'm gunna go home and I'm gunna think, "K, now what?" cuz there will be no more fun ass drama going on in a big house filled with 16 and 17 year olds. Yesturday we had a Pimps and Hoes party. All the girls dressed up, or dressed down, in our bras and skimpy skirts and the dudes dressed like , well, pimps. I looked like a southern white trash hoe with cut off daisy dooks and a tube top. Yeah, so that was some fun shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Living with these people was awsome, though there were some people that i don't care for all that much. I learned so much in the classes. More than I will ever learn in fucking Grand Blanc, GOD I don't want to go back to that horrible school. Anywhere is better, the people are better. Oh fucking well, one more year and I'm outta there.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-07-14T16:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T22:14:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T22:14:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I am in Boston right now. I have been here for 3 weeks tomorrow. The classes are cool, I guess. I really like photography. Today I printed a picture of Blake, it's georgous. He's so beautiful, how could I have gotten so lucky?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the kids in the dorm drive me insane. I get along with these 3 people that I met here, Marrielle, Angela, and Ian they're really cool. They got caught with pot the other day and came really close to getting kicked out, but I guess the counselors or w/e lightened up and gave them another chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake came out to visit me last weekend. It was fun, even though Lorna, the den mother, kicked him out for doing absolutely nothing.  She's on crack I swear. Her face never has an expression so I think she has botox or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll update again later.....</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-06-14T15:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T19:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-14T19:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a b/f. His name is Blake and he's gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of school, and then Ima gunna be a fucking senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Boston on the 30th and come back the 31st of July. It's gunna be such a fucking trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want a kitten? I have two that need homes.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-05-22T09:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T13:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T13:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The boy asked me to be his g/f yesturday. I'm so happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobbee_pin:20079</id>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-05-19T19:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T23:05:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T23:05:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm holding a 2 day old baby kitty right now. My grandpa brought it over from the car lot today. Those cats are sluts, always having babies. It's really sick and I'm trying to keep it from dying. :(</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-05-07T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T23:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-08T00:00:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I like a boy. He doesn't go to GB, thank God. I hope he likes me, too. He calls me pretty girl. Yeah, I think I do like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire tonight!</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-04-25T20:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T01:05:02Z</published>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-04-16T19:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T00:15:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T00:15:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got accepted to the Boston Institute of ART!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-04-03T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T01:35:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T01:36:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WHY is everyone obsessed with SEX!!!! I FUCKING HATE IT! That's all guys want, seriously, and if they don't get it they move on to someone else! well FUCK THAT, I'm staying a virgin till I'm married, ASSHOLES! WHAT YA THINK OF ME NOW!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH and to anyone who's called me a slut in the past, look at yourselves now... I'M STILL A VIRGIN AND YOU'RE NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;So you are all a bunch of fucking hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sex and trying to be cool are not my GAME baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about WHAT you say, or ANYONE says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'M going somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M getting out of here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit about fucking Grand Blanc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and to anyone who's called me a lesbian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there has been a lot of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody thinks it's COOL to be a lesbian, or bisexual, and to make out with other girls...when really it's no big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, grow up and be a little bit more mature please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made out with my best friends when we were drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't make me a lesbian, I'm NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't make a big shit out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or any other shit that people gossip about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to your goddamn selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean there are rumors about people, bad rumors. And they're the same people who have spread rumors about me. KARMA IS A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will always be inconsiderate, dirty people in highschool that will make up crap about people when they have nothing to say about them that is true, just because of they're own insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time it's triggard by jealousy, sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.. if I was a lesbian, or bi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU for being so...STUPID AND JUDGEMENTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankyou whoever reads this for taking the time to... I just had to cleanse my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I feel about the things people do and say at GB, &lt;br /&gt;and I fucking hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because once you get out of highschool you are a whole different person.&lt;br /&gt;You won't have your friends or your reputation anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be on your own to fend for yourself without your mommy or daddy or friends to come to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be out of that stupid drama box called grand blanc&lt;br /&gt;Noone will know you when you go to college&lt;br /&gt; you'll have to start all over.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-03-31T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T05:36:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T05:37:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got back from Boston today. Sad. But I had a good time. Saturday and Sunday I spent time with Henry, that was..awsome. :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come Tuesday Kyle and I visited the Art College and got a tour. It's amazing. The people and the atmosphere there, it's just peaceful and stuff. I had an interview with a counselor, Diane. She said I definetly fit the criteria and that she thinks that if I get in I'll get along with most of the people and fit in just fine since they are all interested in about the same things I am, which is wonderful. Here I'm like...an alien or something. I hate this place and I really hope I get accepted there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classes is figure drawing. I have to sketch naked models posing. In fact during the tour our guide walked in a class where they were doing that at the time. She was like "Oh, yeah, we shouldn't go in there." Diane said I'll get used to it after a while, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my nose pierced. The guy who did it.. my god, he was so hot. I think it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, other than that we went shopping. A lot! My mom gave me her debit card and said have a good time. So I definetly did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing.. Bella, my kitty.. is sooo fat!!! She's so pregnant..we're gunna have lil kitties running around soon!!</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-03-25T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T00:54:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-26T00:54:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I go to Boston tomorrow morning!!!!</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-03-20T15:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T21:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T21:43:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I went to the hospital to see my mom. She cried because I didn't bring her jello and that's the only thing she can eat cuz she's having surgery tommorrow. I got pissed and then I felt really really bad and cried. She never cries so it's really wierd and sad to watch her cry over something like jello. Later she apologized and said that all the meds she's on makes her really emotional but I keep picturing her crying in my head and it makes me feel soo bad. Today is her birthday and she's spending it in the hospital, and all she wanted from me was jello. Fucking jello.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-03-16T06:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T23:54:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T23:54:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nobody fucking listens to anything i say.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-03-12T00:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T17:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T17:50:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pearl jam - yellow ledbetter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesturday I fell on my butt on the way to ashley's car in the morning and I skinned my elbow. It was funny. My aunt says my equilibrium must be off cuz I fall all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is gunna be home in a lil bit! I got her purple flowers and the house smells like gardenia. I can't wait to see her.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-03-08T05:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-08T22:44:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-08T22:44:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ay I miss my Mom and I want her to come home NOW! But she's not gunna be home till like sunday or monday because they won't fucking release her when they say they're gunna release her! She was supposed to get out saturday, then it was sunday...every day till now. I fucking hate hospitals bcuz that is exactly what they do they tell you something and then don't do it, like when i had that fucking neckbrace on and they said i would get it off everyday for 4 fucking days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I felt that something was gunna happen to her, I had a feeling in my stomach when she left but I ignored it bcuz i always feel that way when my mom goes somewhere but then the day she got there BOOM! And I was happy again before this! At least a lot happier than I had been, I had no reason not to be happy and it felt weird bcuz I'd always have something to be upset or mad about, and then when i really had nothing at all it was like it was too good to be true, and I guess it was.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-03-03T22:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T04:07:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T04:07:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mom got into a car accident in Las Vegas and is now in the hospital there.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-28T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T04:31:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-01T04:31:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got off the phone with Ash. We were reminiscing of when we were really young and I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One time Katy, Ashley, Amanda and Brinni and I went down to the creek in the middle of winter and had a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We used to have a tarzan rope back in those woods that we would swing across the creek with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There was also this tunnel thing where water from the pool of Carmen Ainsworth would drain out and it was warm so we took most of our clothes of, again in the middle of winter, and played in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Katy once took about 3 of her stepdad's beer from the fridge and we put it in a 2 liter bottle and went back and drank it in the woods. We were like 11 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I remember at cedar point one year katy broke nikki's shoe and nikki got so pissed off. And I also remember Katy ripping my pants and me getting really pissed off. And one time my brother took us to the Carmen Ainsworth parking lot and let us drive around and stuff, and then he was doing like doughnuts and goign buck wild with the car and katy ripped the butt of her jeans off on the belt buckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me and Ashley snuck out one night like 2 summers ago with Trevor and scott and went to kessel's and raced shopping carts, and they pushed me under a semi truck (it was parked!) and I was stuck there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OMG I remember when we were like 11, ash, katy and I, and Katy and Ashley pretended like they both broke their ankles from climbing a tree and a branch snapping on them, so they said. They put wraps on around them and had crutches and everything, and then Ashley's dog got out and we had to catch it and I saw katy running through the neighbor's yard and found out it was all a joke. I felt pretty dumb after that, ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and then sometime after that they were playing on a branch of a tree and it really did break off and they fell pretty hard, but they didn't get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I remember being so much shorter than Katy Ash and Nikki. They were all the same height and I was like looking up at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I remember getting chased by these like 20 year old guys up north at a park when we were like 12 and 13.. We all screamed and went to a nearby house where they called the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We were also skinny dipping, me katy and ash, that week up north and all of a sudden someone shines their light on us from a boat. Yeah that's how we met Stephen Radcliff. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ashley had these like play trucks that her brothers had when they were really little and we used to play bumper cars with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We all played in mud and got really really dirty, and then brinni took a bucket and filled it with mud and dumped it on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ashley sprained her ankle when she swung out of the tree in her backyard and her ankle got stuck in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We used to play in rain all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I remember when me katy and ashley took a shower in our bathing suits and they taught me how to shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got a nosebleed one time on ashley's trampoline and got blood all over it, and katy and ash had to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We used to play dumb games like leap frog and crack the egg on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We used to climb the playhouse in ashley's backyard and there was a tree right next to it so the tree limbs hung over the house and we'd swing on the limbs. Ashley got stuck in that tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We would jump on the trampline in our bras and underwear. We'd also jump out of the tree onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ash and katy got the lawn mower stuck in katy's fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we used to spy on trevor and he'd run and hide from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-trev used to lock us in his shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i'm sure there's like 5254867 more things I could share but I'm really tired. I'm going to bed now. Hopefully there will be a snowday tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember spending the night at ashley's one night and it was snowing so me and brinni and ash all did a snow dance for there to be a snowday.. i don't think it worked though :(</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-21T01:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T19:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T19:05:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>radiohead - creep</lj:music>
    <content type="html">-I hate GB&lt;br /&gt;-My favorite color is green&lt;br /&gt;-I love Gavin Rossdale&lt;br /&gt;-I love classic rock and grunge&lt;br /&gt;-I have a baby blanket named geekee&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I was in a coma&lt;br /&gt;-I like night better than day&lt;br /&gt;-I'm afraid of deep water and the ocean&lt;br /&gt;-I had an awsome camaro but wrecked it&lt;br /&gt;-Now I have a jeep, hate it&lt;br /&gt;-I love books, "Making the Run" is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;-Borders is the place to be when you're stressed&lt;br /&gt;-or depressed&lt;br /&gt;-I love coffee&lt;br /&gt;-Right now I am listening to Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;-The Virgin Suicides is my ultimate favorite movie of all time&lt;br /&gt;-I've been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;-and Jamaica and the Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;-My cat is sneezing right now&lt;br /&gt;-I play the guitar, not very good at it though (Terry you need to teach me how to play like you!!)&lt;br /&gt;-I've been single since August&lt;br /&gt;-I am NOT a lesbian!&lt;br /&gt;-and if I were who the fuck are you to judge me?!&lt;br /&gt;-My favorite song is "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;-My LJ icon is in fact a pic of Jeremy Wade Delle&lt;br /&gt;-I love trandscendentalism&lt;br /&gt;-Ash is asleep upstairs and has been for like 5774395248579 hours!&lt;br /&gt;-Now I am listening to "A Perfect Sonnet" by Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;-I think I have to hang out with Ash and..ay...JAMES today, along with Terry, But Terry is an awsome MOFO!&lt;br /&gt;-I haven't smoked since Jamaica and I really want to. Ganja man, Irie!&lt;br /&gt;-I've been in the hospital 3 times in 2004&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going upstairs now to get Ashley's ass outta bed</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-18T19:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T01:08:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T01:08:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My therapist told me that if i lost any weight she would put me in the hospital. WTF im not anorexic! I don't even look anorexic!</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-16T08:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-17T01:16:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-17T01:16:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NIN - head like a hole</lj:music>
    <content type="html">bahhhhhhhh.... Dude i went to my cousin's house today, which is like georgous and big which is so unfair cuz she's only like 26 and she has a better house then me and she doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway she's got VH1 mega hits which plays all the old good music like radiohead and beck and stuff all day long, and she has comcast and i have comcast but i don't have that awsome ass channel, i have frickin mtv jams and spanish videos...WTF.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-14T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T01:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T01:17:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sadies this year was probably one of the most boring things of my life.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-10T03:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-10T20:43:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-10T20:43:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>david bowie - i'm afraid of america</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm afraid of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I can't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is an American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH dunno what to say. Nothing..NOTHING.. has been going on in my life at all. So bored. No b/f, my friends don't hang out with me anymore, WTF!!! My life consists of school and therapy. And lacrosse on mon. and wed. days. I guess this weekend Ash and I are going to sadies together. Woop woop..yeah..I want to go to a new school where no one knows me and I can be a new person. I'm such a loser at grand blanc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so "depressed", I got new meds yesturday and took one this morning but it didn't help. DULL day like always.</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-06T16:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T00:11:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T00:11:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/shirley.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/rockchick.htm"&gt;Which Rock Chick Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-02-01T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T02:31:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T02:31:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dave matthews - grave digger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Everyone says they're depressed and how hard their lives are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you depressed?&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;.           . .           . .           .</content>
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    <title>bobbee_pin @ 2005-01-28T14:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T20:14:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T20:14:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mom is in Vegas april 1-3. You know what this means.</content>
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