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  <title>wei</title>
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  <updated>2007-09-02T06:04:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:76595</id>
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    <title>a note intended for facebook that i decided not to post</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T06:04:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T06:04:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright. So school has started. I must say, I am pretty excied for this year. Even though I'm stressing out with stuff already. Suprisingly, iit's not the AP's that are pulling me back, those are much better than last year's, but it's the extracurriculars that are stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is fun and all, but there are people that don't know when to be serious and it's a lot of stress for me refraining myself from totally going wacko on them. If you're in band, you better be in it for the marching/music and NOT bc bc you have friends in it or w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple, actually, many people have been asking "so what does it feel like to be drum major? Is it very hard to make?  Do you miss marching? Were you nervous?" etc. etc. And I answered (or at least I think I did) honestly to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love being drum major, I am IN love with drum majoring. I love my position and everything that it enables me to do. The season has only started but I am pretty sure that this will be one of the most rewarding experiences in my life (in addition to playing with the London Symphony Orchestra, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was nervous for the pregame. But not as much so for the halftime performance. We had gone over it many many times prior to last night and I had confidence that we would perform well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do miss marching sometimes. But I happen to love what I'm doing currently more. Marching on flute/piccolo isn't exactly the best, for many obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. OK, I'm pretty sure many of us have different opinions are what qualities a drum major should have. So for many of you wondering, here is my opinion. Everyone planning to try out in the future should know that your overall performance on the tryout is only partly determined by the judges' score. What counts the most is what you have already done for your past three years in band.  If you're a total jerk and a big goof-off for three years and you had the best try out ever, don't even count on making it. Another thing, I'm sure many would disagree but I think you need to have some musical ability.  If you can't play your instrument well enough, you can't memorize your scales, you can't even memorize your marching pieces, how do you except yourself  to memorize cues and downbeats and hand sweeps and fists and cut offs??!!!! (and I know this is accountable since Ms. Berry said pretty much the same thing herself). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I was mildly frustrated last year during tryouts bc of the people that were there, not mentioning any names, they know who they are.  And I can further guarantee you that if you are one of those people mentioned above, and you happened to miraculously make drum major or any office position, i will personally keep a tight watch on you and come after you with a knife if you screw up, even though I might be some thousands of miles away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that. This note is already longer than I intended it to be, but TOO BAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Next thing: school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, AP Calc BC is pretty easy for now. But I'm sure that will change soon. Biotech 3 is a blast, that's where I get all my homework and socializing done. AP English Lit..uh...we haven't really gotten into the curriculum. But so far it's going well, and NO i am NOT upset at the 4 I got last year in AP Comp, which answers another frequently asked question. Why would I be upset at a 4? I'm sure a lot of people would kill just to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am going to stay on topic. AP Psych is pretty fun with coach Ferrill, who makes the class easily passable. AP Physics C is pretty nice with just the four of us. We get our work done and then we attempt to steal slim jims in Mrs.Cortes' office and make Uncle Sam signs to hang in the classroom. Then we laugh at the Physics B kids who think kinematics and vector packets are impossible. Then, going along my schedule, band. Band...ahh..the joys and sorrows. I need some one-on-one time with my piccolo, since I was a bit rusty on the concert music stuff.  I&amp;lt;3 concert music though, along with allstate and allcounty and fun groups for solo ensemble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the clubs.&lt;br /&gt;Science Competition Team: I pray that I don't run that club down to the gutter this year. Everyone has done such a nice job with it in the previous years and I will be very sorry if myself and the two Alexs abandon that effort. We're trying to get some new people (since there are only like 5 of us left) and it's been working. &lt;br /&gt;And all other clubs are insignificant, at least for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutoring: urrg, I really don't think I can keep that up this year. Perhaps only for Ap Physics B. but i'll have lots of reviewing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Fair: I want to kill it already. Our mentor can't meet on the only weekdays I'm available. And she made it clear to us that this whole research thing is a 8 hour per week commitment. I think I might as well just kill myself, I'll prob. die spending 8 hours in a lab researching plant morphology anyway. But we are trying to work things out (about that commitment thing) and it looks like I might just lose a lot of my weekend time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Auditions: Bach, Mozart, Bozza, Prokofiev. Hurray for old dead people who composed wonderful music. Struggling a lot on that Prokofiev though. Hopefully in a few months it'll be good enough for the nice Stetson and UF and Northwestern people to listen to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think this note is better suited for livejournal, and I certainly hope nobody took their time to read all my mumbling at 2am now (wow..its been a whole hour since I started this note). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole day of doing nothing, I suddenly remembered now that I had to do a lot of things today. Like hooking myself up with a pianist accompaniment for some CD's that need to be sent in three weeks, signing up for SAT retake (shut up, I don't care what you think, I think my score is bad), calling a few people about certain matters, getting that nice college essay over with so I'll have time to revise, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well *deep breath*, i'm going now. No, not to bed though, I don't feel the least bit tired.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2007-03-19T14:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T19:55:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T19:55:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today i got really mad at someone to the point that i was almost crying out of anger and frustration. I think it's really disrepectful and it really hurts me when I tell someone to stop doing something that annoys me , and that person keeps doing it, because that person either enjoys seeing me mad, loves to annoy people, or for some other unknown reason. It could be me. I could've been really tired and therefore in a bad mood. I couldn't exactly remember what that person did or how many times he did it to annoy me, because I was so frustrated I could barely think, or concentrate on anything that I was doing at the time. He could've only done whatever he did once, or ten, or one hundred times. I don't know. Even thinking about it and typing this out makes me want to throw a huge rock at that person's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really tired. You guys may very well know that my health SUCKS these days. I know what's wrong with myself and I'm doing the best I can to fix it. I used to be able to handle so much stress without cracking. I may be tired but I could always get through it all. I don't know what made that change. But now even the littlest mental stress can have unpredictable physical effects. I'll suddenly get sick out of nothing except for the fact that I have a few extra homework assignments. I get sick when I come back from a relaxing vacation somewhere simply because going to places stresses me out. I'll suddenly become depressed and start crying nonstop just because my brother has a fever, then, what do you know, i get sick for two more weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, even the littlest things make me really mad. Like not being able to open a hotel door with a card key. I still can't believe I got THAT mad over that. Someone might make one hurtful little statement one day and that'll stay in my head for months and months.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:75152</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-12-15T15:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-15T20:56:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-19T17:38:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">winter break = all work and no play</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:72000</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-10-10T19:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-10T23:03:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-10T23:03:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">people should make their schedules in consideration with everyone that they're working with, not just themselves. it seems like these days, everyone is self obsessive.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:70764</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-09-14T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T04:09:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T04:09:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok. i took like a 3 hour nap today and now its freakin midnight and i cant fall asleep and i'll prob. wake up late tomorrow again and not have time to make breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.my dad's going to be back any time soon from work and he'll totally pop if he sees me up this late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats up with him and sleepin on time. its not like his problem, if i sleep late, i wake up late, and its my own problem.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:68038</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-08-14T16:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T20:03:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T20:03:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stupid blackboard website is gayyyyy gayy gayy.&lt;br /&gt;i need to review for my ap physics test tomorrow and the stupid site is like broken down or something.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-08-05T20:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-06T00:04:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-06T00:04:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">omg i got a haircut today and i totally deserved my money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haircut was BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could've done a better job if i cut it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its short now. like maybe above the shoulder short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never had hair this short before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGGGGHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate Great Clips...be warned, never go there for a haircut.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-07-29T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-30T00:38:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-30T00:38:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">like omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;heidi and i saw eddie working at mcdonnalds!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. eddie you gotta work on improving your mcflurries....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:66059</id>
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    <title>hahahahahahahaha</title>
    <published>2006-07-21T16:40:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T16:40:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=44415"&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Anchorman Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz9/44415/res3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brick Tamland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Brick Tamland. People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late. I like to eat ice cream and I really enjoy a nice pair of slacks. Years later, a doctor will tell me that I have an I.Q. of 48 and am what some people call mentally retarded.Your Brick Tamland! Polite and honest, you are a great friend to have around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:65151</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-07-12T07:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T23:52:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T23:52:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tomorrow = pirates 2 with heidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayayayayayayayayaayay</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:62590</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-06-10T21:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T01:16:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T01:16:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">these past two days had been wonderful. no moment of boredom or dullness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suck at uno. the concept of "more is better" does not apply to rules of uno..obviously -_-</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-06-07T22:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T02:59:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T02:59:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">not much going on. &lt;br /&gt;been swimming lately.&lt;br /&gt;i want my own pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today, i went to the pool and it was full of 6/7th graders playing with these stupid water guns and shit, and most of them dont even live in our neighborhood, they got in bc the door wasnt locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is like a routine now. get up early, go to teague, come back home, eat, take a nap, go to the pool, watch some TV, read book, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. def. boring.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-06-03T14:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T18:39:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T18:39:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">foot by the foot fruit rollups are&lt;br /&gt;NASTY</content>
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    <title>tired</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T17:39:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T17:39:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzz</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:60258</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-05-29T00:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T04:20:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T04:20:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">now i can sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find the answers to so many of your questions on myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-05-11T21:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T01:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T01:30:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">heidi's ungrounded. &lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my BFF&amp;lt;3. and i'm going to see her tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-05-05T22:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-06T02:58:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-06T02:58:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok so the flute recital last night wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to see ji again..i havent seen her for months. i missed her so bad. she was still the same as the first day i met her...i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went there and hanged out with ji, spencer, sarah, jordan, melody, and kendyl.  It was an awesome time i must admit, the food was delicious. and We did wonderful on our quartet, we definately amazed a lot of people. its funny, we havent practiced the quartet in like 2 months and last night was the best that we've ever played it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way back. ji's mom let me drive her VAN...it was sorta..scary lol. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, so there i was, sitting down in the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji's brother, tim:  "hey everybody, i'm going to put on my seatbelt, i dont want to die!"&lt;br /&gt;Tim's friend: "yeah..good idea, this is like the first time i ever buckled up in a car"&lt;br /&gt;Ji: "i trust Wei, i'm not going to put on my seatbelt bc i know she wouldnt crash into anything"&lt;br /&gt;Tim: "Ok, whatever, you'll regret it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..i think she did sort of regret it. i sucked at driving that thing. and i was afraid to do damage to it bc its ji's MOM's van.</content>
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    <title>yeah...call me dona</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T02:18:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T02:18:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mexican Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doña Zapopa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Mexican Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebeachtowel:55009</id>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-03-27T17:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-27T22:31:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-27T22:31:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have SUCH great friends.&lt;br /&gt;they laugh at me.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-03-10T22:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-11T03:12:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">spring break has been boring and its only the first day. Can't believe Ji's gone for a whole week, now there will be nowhere to go when i'm bored, hungry, or sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, hopefully my parents are going to be out so i can hang out with some people, after the stupid bodyshop thing of course. then on monday, i'm going to da beach with heidi, eliya, and jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, Ji, Lily, Alicia, Alex and just pretty much everyone is gone for the majority of the week.&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful. I wish i could go somewhere. However, i'm going do my best to relax and enjoy the time with people who are NOT going anywhere.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-01-31T17:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T23:04:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">FCAT is coming. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;i hate FCAT, so unnecessary. i think some people should be exempt from it.&lt;br /&gt;we did like...probaly a million pages of FCAT practice in my English class since august and i'm so sick of it. i cant wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;and those gay FCAT essays, i cant even remember how many of them i've done. &lt;br /&gt;i HATE standarized tests, like..the SAT, PSAT, and most  of all, FCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways. nothing more excitting than that is going on in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;so there.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-01-23T18:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-22T23:11:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">allcounty band was amazing. its like the best everrr. i loved the director dude with the hungarian accent, he makes everyone feel like they're worth something. not like that allstate asshole who makes us feel worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so into the music at the concert and rehersals, that i was sweating. but then i found out that everyone is sweating, bc the music is like...beautiful beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp. that one about world war 2 and the jews, it could make me cry if i get more into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. thursday night: i was more than an hour late to the rehersals, mrs.micklos was very nice about it since i started crying in front of her. good thing ms.berry doesnt know about it (or does she?). its a long story, ji's mom gave us a ride and she got lost (long story cut short).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: went to lunch with sarah, matt, jordan (kendyl was sick), and their friend carmen. freshmen rock lakers are pretty smart and kool, not like the teague sluts this year. (this doesnt apply to everyone). matt's sarcasm cracks me up, although he does have a tendency to make me look like an idiot. o and in addition, he changed my cellphone wallpaper to a stupid national geographic picture of an eagle, which is gay beyond words, and which i cant change back bc idk how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i stayed over at ji's...disney channel kept us entertained for like 3 hours. i slept on the floor in the living room, and then her little brother, who was sleeping on the couch, FELL on me, and ji turned around and put her legs on me without realizing it. so it was really uncomfy, i went on the other couch and it was worse. i got like 2 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: rehersal, then concert. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, loads of hw to make up. esp. in alg.2, that'd take me about more than an hour prob.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2006-01-04T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T03:19:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T03:19:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">omg my mom...&lt;br /&gt;she drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 15 years old, and i'm pretty SURE that i know how to pack ONE day worth of stuff all by myself in a suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;but NO, she has to check my whole suitcase, and took out a bunch of stuff bc she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt think i need 2 pairs of socks for one day, she took out my favorite jacket, some underwear, my reading book, etc.&lt;br /&gt;dude,&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;and its MY SUITCASE.&lt;br /&gt;and I carry it, so why the hell does it matter if the suitcase is so heavy in the first place? i'm the one who's fucking carrying it, its none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the HELL is she going to allow me to move out in TWO years, when she doesnt even think i know how to pack a suitcase?&lt;br /&gt;why the hell was she going through it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed. she still thinks i'm a little kid.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2005-12-29T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T02:19:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">today.&lt;br /&gt;went to hang out with ji. and naturally, we laughed at the stupidest stuff. we went on this airline website and looked at pictures of 1 star motels, and we tried to find out if Daniel Radcliffe has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and heres what we found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe is rumored to have a relationship with this girl (a few years ago lol):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.saranair.com/images/others/oona02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in a bad mood, very bad mood, i'll tell to whoever that wants to listen. but not now, not here.&lt;br /&gt;Ji's mom gave me a xmas present. idk if she knows what they are, but they are little glasses that you drink alcohol with...if you know what i mean. those tiny glasses. &lt;br /&gt;i think it's cute. but Ji will think it's a major embarassment. i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully we can go to a sushi restaurant tomorrow or something. man, i missed hanging out with her.</content>
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    <title>bluebeachtowel @ 2005-12-17T21:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T02:40:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">alex is kool! bc i'm totally at her house right now.&lt;br /&gt;well ..still stuck at her house.&lt;br /&gt;my dad said he'll pick me up like 30min. ago and he's still not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;and it takes 4min. to get over to her house from mine.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what happened, i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;i've been here for 9 hours now and i would like to go home and bed.&lt;br /&gt;not that here isnt bad, bc i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;and she loves my presents.&lt;br /&gt;so yay.</content>
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