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  <title>No lies.</title>
  <subtitle>StrippedDown</subtitle>
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    <name>StrippedDown</name>
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  <updated>2005-06-27T03:30:30Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:15202</id>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2005-06-26T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T03:30:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T03:30:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love the summer.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:14986</id>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2005-06-25T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-26T03:59:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-26T03:59:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in a weird mood tonight. I kind of just feel like walking or driving...in no particular direction. I don't know I just have this unsettled feeling in my stomach and I think that would help.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:13005</id>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2005-03-15T19:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T00:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T00:45:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday to me...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:12653</id>
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    <title>I hate to admit this but,</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T23:50:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T23:50:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss him.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:12154</id>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2005-02-13T11:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-13T16:34:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-13T16:34:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you ever come back, you better hope we're here.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:11478</id>
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    <title>bored</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T21:51:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T21:51:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Random survey I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;Foxy Asian&lt;br /&gt;Le&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three screennames you have had:&lt;br /&gt;summerlovin45693&lt;br /&gt;fireangel45693&lt;br /&gt;Chicajtb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;my asianness&lt;br /&gt;my hair&lt;br /&gt;my sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you don't like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;i bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;im a procrastinator and a bit lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;Asian and Russian. dont know any others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;needles&lt;br /&gt;feet&lt;br /&gt;roaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;hair ties&lt;br /&gt;eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;huge winter jacket(its snowing!)&lt;br /&gt;black pants&lt;br /&gt;blue and black shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three new things you want to try in the next twelve months:&lt;br /&gt;travel&lt;br /&gt;get something pierced(preferrably my lip but i have to wait till i turn 18 for that one)&lt;br /&gt;make more friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;trust&lt;br /&gt;humor&lt;br /&gt;space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two truths and a lie (in any order):&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;I have a small metal plate in my head&lt;br /&gt;I was picked to be in a commercial when I was a newborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three physical things about the opposite (or same) sex that appeal to you:&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Outgoingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;Soccer&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you want to do really badly right now:&lt;br /&gt;go get coffee with rah and allie,i cant cause its snowing :-(&lt;br /&gt;go on a HUGE shopping spree(no money and its snowing)&lt;br /&gt;play in the snow...kinda? well maybe just for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three careers you're considering:&lt;br /&gt;psychologist&lt;br /&gt;some kind of social worker&lt;br /&gt;business?(ick, it would be boring but i think id be really succesful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three places you want to go on vacation: (and haven't been)&lt;br /&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three kids' names:&lt;br /&gt;Lexy&lt;br /&gt;Chase&lt;br /&gt;Rhiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;travel the world&lt;br /&gt;study abroad(kind of goes with above but not really)&lt;br /&gt;start my own business in psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three ways i am stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;im bad at commitment in relationships&lt;br /&gt;i eat a lot&lt;br /&gt;im really into sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three ways i'm stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;absolutely OBSESSED with shopping&lt;br /&gt;i love dresses and skirts&lt;br /&gt;i love love love the color pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three people who have to take this quiz right now:&lt;br /&gt;erin and allie! i think they are the only ones who actually read this....and even them not so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33 Le</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:11132</id>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2005-01-18T18:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-18T23:42:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-18T23:42:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so sick of the pressure my parents put on me to be just like my sisters. I'm sorry I can't be as smart, as athletic, or as artistic as them. I'm just me. Nothing more, nothing less. My mom in particular likes to throw these sharp but "subtle" remarks hinting that I need to step up to par and be as good as them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when we were discussing my upcoming SAT test on Saturday, she said, "I think both of your sisters received scores in the upper 1300's. But neither of them test well, so hopefully you will do better." Don't test well?! Those are really really good scores. As if upper 1300's is bad. Fuck that. I would be happy with a 1200. She acted as if she expected more of me. I went off. I was like you have NO idea how much pressure that puts on me, and if you expect more than a 1300 out of me, that's only going to make me MORE stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't NEED this. I always get this. If I ever succeed in something, at least one of my sisters has already succeeded in that area x10. I know I sound so self-centered and bratty right now, but I don't care. I hate trying to follow in my sister's footsteps without ever making my own imprint.</content>
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    <title>UGH</title>
    <published>2005-01-14T01:28:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-14T01:31:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The day from HELL!!!!! god I just want it to end NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dead the entire day and could not concentrate on anything. I kept falling asleep randomly in my classes. Then I had to stay after for a math test.  I'm sure I completely failed because my calculator was in the wrong mode, therefor giving me the wrong answers. I'm brilliant. This I know. I also found out a certain someone is talking even MORE shit. woohoo. Does it make them happy or something? Well I sure hope they are getting SOMETHING out of it because I sure as hell am not. Well right now I'm procrastinating from the homework that will probably keep me up all night as my dad makes a pathetic attempt to play the guitar and belt out "songs" at the top of his lungs. It makes me cringe. Forecast for tomorrow is 100% chance of rain. There goes the idea of straightening my hair. Yes, I know all of this sounds like stupid trivial stuff, but it seems like it's BEEN stupid trivial stuff for so long. I'm sick of it. Ugh I just want to crawl into my warm bed and sleep for a year.</content>
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    <title>Happy January</title>
    <published>2005-01-06T03:43:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-06T03:43:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate January. It's my least favorite month of the entire year. Most people find it a refreshing month of new beginnings. Not me. Bad things always happen to me in January. The past three have been extremely bad breakups, followed by a series of "unfortunate events". So this January I think to myself, what could possibly go wrong? I don't have a boyfriend to break up with me. Of course, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three days suspension from school! Wooo. Life is certainly grand...ugh. I'm grounded till Monday, which isn't as bad as it could be, but you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What obstacle does January have in store for me next? Whatever it is, I say fuck it. It can only get better from there, right?</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2005-01-01T09:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T14:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T15:01:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't understand why she's being so childish. I mean we had a fight, but then we talked and I thought we had sort of an understanding. Indeed I was wrong. Not one word spoken to each other since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's been about four months now. I made an attempt to apologize, and at least start somewhat of a relationship. Of course I didn't expect things to go back to the way they were, or for us to even be good friends anymore. But once again, nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At this point I figured she wanted me completely out of her life. I accepted that. I respected her decision, and I moved on. Well, now I hear that she thinks I'm lying to our mutual friends about her, and that I'm trying to steal them away from her. This was starting to get ridiculous, and then it only gets worse. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Apparantly, she informed one of my friends that they were not allowed to bring my name up in her presence. Was it really that bad? Am I such a horrible person that just the mention of my name is enough to piss her off? I suppose so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I just hope she realizes the strain she's putting on her friends. If she's worried about losing them, this will only make it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm so sick and tired of it all, but you know what? Once again, I'm just going to get over it. If she wants to blame everything on me, then sure. Go right ahead. I take full credit for turning your friends against you and making them into bad people. Is that what you wanted? There you go, my confession. Now you have my actual statement to make those rumors valid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Have a grand fucking life.</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-12-27T09:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T14:32:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T14:32:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, im waiting for the insurance guy to come look at my car. so im gonna do this while i wait cause im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: hmm Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First car: 95 teal green Saturn :-) &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: hmm haha probably in the 6th grade at subway. it was a "double date"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First real kiss: summer between 6th and 7th grade at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: dont even remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased CD: probably something stupid like backstreet boys or 98 degrees&lt;br /&gt;First pets: milo(cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.LASTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: driving home from allies at the buttcrack of dawn this morning so the stupid insurance people could see my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: dont remember. a long ass time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last library book checked out: The Bonesetter's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: Heathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: Sparkling Apple Cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: BBQ chicken pizza from Cheesecake factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: stephen? iduhnno if that counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last call: my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: yesterday, and im about to go take one now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: black vans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cd played: mixed cd that my sister made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: clothes from H&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: insurance agencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dissapointment: not being able to sleep in today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: big comfy tshirt(havent changed out of pjs yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you sang: Ringo, I love you-Stereo Total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color of underwear are you wearing? blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed?  nothing, its a water bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today? 8 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go? well i want to go to spain as soon as i graduate, but for college i want to go to JMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your career going to be? psychologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to live? undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want? 2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car(s): dont really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current music: the news in the other room(my dads watching it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: morning breath. ewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hair: thrown up into a messy bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: sweatpants and a tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop picture: HP stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current book: HP 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current color of toenails: french manicure..or i guess itd be pedicure? whatever&lt;br /&gt;Current hate: insurance people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ full name ] Leah Joyce Ellison&lt;br /&gt;[ birthday] March 15&lt;br /&gt;[ sex ] female&lt;br /&gt;[ status ] single ;-)&lt;br /&gt;[ where do you live?] chesterfield&lt;br /&gt;[ 4 words that describe you ] bitchy, spontaneous, outgoing, honest&lt;br /&gt;[ hair color ] dark brown, almost black&lt;br /&gt;[ zodiac sign ] pisces&lt;br /&gt;[ heritage ] half asian, and part russian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person&lt;br /&gt;[ you touched ] erin&lt;br /&gt;[ you talked to ] my dad&lt;br /&gt;[you hugged ] erin and allie&lt;br /&gt;[ you instant messaged ] ummm whitney maybe?&lt;br /&gt;[ you yelled at ] duhnno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either - or&lt;br /&gt;[ righty or lefty ] righty&lt;br /&gt;[ innie or outtie ] innie&lt;br /&gt;[ thong or bikini] depends&lt;br /&gt;[ pepsi or coke ] coke&lt;br /&gt;[McDonald’s or burger king ] burger king&lt;br /&gt;[ single or group dates ] single&lt;br /&gt;[ adidas or nike ] adidas&lt;br /&gt;[ lipton ice tea or nestea ] nestea&lt;br /&gt;[ 7-11 or wawa ] 7-11 &lt;br /&gt;[ cappuccino or coffee ] cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is&lt;br /&gt;[ your most overused phrase] calling people dear or deary&lt;br /&gt;[Your best feature ] hair/eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ your bedtime ] when I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;[ your greatest accomplishment ] calling the owner of peking a fucking asshole and then quitting. (maybe not my greatest, but one of my more recent ones)&lt;br /&gt;[ your most missed memory ] summertime&lt;br /&gt;[ your favorite article of clothing ] earrings/shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever&lt;br /&gt;-[ kissed in the rain ] yeah&lt;br /&gt;-[ called someone in the middle of the night/cuz u couldnt wait any longer to hear their voice] no&lt;br /&gt;-[ thought about someone so much you annoyed yourself ] yeah&lt;br /&gt;-[ talked about someone to the point of people telling you to shut up ] no, but i know they thought it&lt;br /&gt;-[ who’s the person you miss the most ] .....&lt;br /&gt;-[ watched the stars with someone ] yes&lt;br /&gt;-[ cried because you were so happy ] yes&lt;br /&gt;-[ been in love, but it wasn’t returned ] not love&lt;br /&gt;-[ kept something that smelled so you could smell it when you missed that person] well he gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;-[called someone more than 5 times during the day] haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;-[ gone out on a date ] yeah&lt;br /&gt;-[ eaten an entire box of oreos ] no&lt;br /&gt;-[ binge ate a pint of ben and jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream ] haha yeah with a friend&lt;br /&gt;-[ eaten sushi ] yes &lt;br /&gt;-[ been on stage ] yes a couple times &lt;br /&gt;-[ been dumped ] yup&lt;br /&gt;-[ gone skating ] yeah&lt;br /&gt;-[ made homemade cookies ] mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;-[ been in love ] not IN love, but ive loved people&lt;br /&gt;-[ gone skinny dipping ] nah&lt;br /&gt;-[ dyed your hair ] once in 6th grade i put one streak in my hair. &lt;br /&gt;-[ stolen anything ] hahah good question :-D&lt;br /&gt;-[ played a game that required removal of clothing ] yup&lt;br /&gt;-[been caught "doing something" ] nah, im good at getting away with stuff&lt;br /&gt;-[ been called a tease ] mhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;-[ gotten beaten up ] nope&lt;br /&gt;-[ shoplifted ] haha hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;-[ changed yourself to fit in } in middle school, but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that took forever and the insurance guy STILL isnt here. grrr</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-12-18T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T18:46:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T18:46:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I quit my job!! (Peking) I got in a huge fight with the head chef, who happens to be one of the owners. He is such an ass, and NO ONE ever says anything to him cause hes just so mean. And I ended up calling him a fucking asshole and quitting. ahahaha. I finished out the night and made &lt;br /&gt;$70 in tips and told them I just wasn't going to come back. :-D Im so happy, I was so sick of that job.</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-12-14T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T01:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T02:00:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been eating me up inside. I wish I hated him. I really wish I did. That would make life so much easier. God..I need some kind of distraction.</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-12-12T23:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T04:13:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T04:13:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its been in interesting past few days. All I have to say to sum these few days up is&lt;br /&gt;"in all the world of zebras..there's still one duck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...that pretty much explains everything. :-D</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-12-08T22:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-09T03:42:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-09T03:48:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've had a lot of dissappointments and let-downs in my life lately...and if this upcoming thing doesn't work out...I give up. I won't even bother to try. I mean why should I when it's the same outcome as if I didn't? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Also I kinda feel like a lot of the stuff I do for my friends/family doesn't really get noticed. Iduhnno I mean I don't mind doing things for people all the time because I love them, but it just gets annoying when people dont seem to care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I had to make this cake for English, and my dad picked up brownie mix by accident, I had to go back to the store and pick up the right thing. Then when I finished baking it, I let it cool for about an hour. My cake split into about four pieces when I flipped it on the tray. Goody. Now if it had been just a one layer run-of-the-mill cake this would have been fine. Being that, it was the top layer, already stuck on top of a base layer that split, this caused a bit of a problem. I mended it back together to the best of my abilities, and iced it with whipped cream, and it looks like SHIT. But ya know...whatever. An ugly cake can still be a tasty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate people who write those stupid annoying depressing entries that no one wants to read because they think that the writer is trying to make everyone feel sorry for them. Well you know what? Don't feel sorry for me, I don't want your sympathy. A simple thank you will do.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-12-06T20:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T01:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-07T01:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just put decorations up on the tree with my mom. :-). i like christmas.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:8405</id>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-12-01T18:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-01T23:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-01T23:38:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, i've just poured out my heart and soul. so yeah...whens that burden going to be "lifted off my shoulders"??</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:strippeddown:8117</id>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-11-25T23:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-26T04:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-26T04:54:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what if someone gave a fuck? what then?</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-11-22T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-23T03:56:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-23T03:56:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What a HORRIBLE day. Ugh. Worst I've had in ages. Let's see, where to begin..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing bad really happened in first period, but then in second I started my period.......while wearing a skirt......that i JUST bought...yeah. So I get to the bathroom and they are all out of tampons but I don't realize this until AFTER my quarter gets stuck in the machine. Luckily, after digging around in my purse for another 10 mins I find a second quarter and buy their crap ass pads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back to class and this kid who sits at my table is like, "Did you see that car accident this morning, I think you're friend Rebecca was in it cause I saw a car that looked like hers"&lt;br /&gt;I get all the details out of him, and the car he described to me sounded EXACTLY like rahs. I start getting really worried because I know she takes Katie to school as well. Im sitting here thinking that they are really badly hurt and he's all like, "Yeah it was a really bad accident, one car got flipped up and was on top of the other cars." Wow what a sensitive kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I talked to someone else and they said that it wasn't Rah, but I spent a good part of the day worried about them. :-/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had HORRIBLE cramps for the rest of the day, but other than that nothing in school happened until it was time to go home. So many people kept asking me for rides, and I had to tell some of them no cause I couldn't take that many people. It ended up being Moose, Tara, Tony, and Katie. We got out to my car, only to discover my keys in the ignition. Tony told me to go down to the office to get either one of the janitors or police officers to come break into my car. I get to the office and they hand me a friggin coat hanger and wish me luck. Thanks guys. Brock said he'd try and help so him and Tony worked at the lock for a while, and of course to no success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I call my dad just in case he's home to see if he can bring me the spare. As I'm calling, Tony somehow gets the idea into his head that it would be funny to lift up the back of my skirt with the coat hanger. No Tony, BAD idea. I whirled around so fast and yelled FUCK while trying to kick him as hard as I possibly can. Of course he jumped out of the way and since my leg didn't hit anything, it kinda snapped and started hurting(All the while my dad is on the phone) He heard me scream and everything and hes all worried and he kept asking if everything was ok. I told him what the situation was and he said he'd try and be up there in twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait for a long ass time in the rain, and about 45 mins later my dad came. Moose had long ago found another ride, so I took Tara and Tony home and then went over to Katie's to get some food cause her house is closer to my work then mine. I rushed over to the bank to cash my check, and I had planned on getting gas; but I was already late as it is. The bank took FOREVER, but I was only about 5 or 10 minutes late to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was long and tiring, and I thought I was about to pass out the whole time. On the way home I decided to get gas at 7-Eleven. Well...I got delayed. My car stopped on Buford road. I got it to roll over into an empty parking lot before it came to a complete standstill. Now by this time, after all of today's events I was about to have an emotional breakdown. I called my parents, and my dad tried to lecture me over the phone about getting gas before the tank gets to empty. Im sorry dad i was too busy being locked out of my fucking car and being late for work. Well he was like, just wait there we'll try and do something. Yeah thanks dad. I call Allie to see if she has an empty gas can, and she says no but that she'll come sit with me until my parents show. She came up and sat with me, and saved me from having some sort of anxiety attack. I calmed down by the time my parents got there, and they had bought a little tank of gas with them that was enough to get me to the gas station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they tried to lecture me again, and i was just like, "Dont you think I've learned my freaking lesson already? I dont want or need to be lectured right now."  They finally just let me be. Now I'm finally home, and all I want is to feel the comfort of my bed. Fuck homework, I don't want this day to last a second longer than it has to.</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-11-20T18:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-20T23:41:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-20T23:41:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Name Four Bad Habits You Have:&lt;br /&gt;biting nails, procrastinating, laziness, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:&lt;br /&gt;a guy i actually like, hot pink shoes, my lip pierced, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Scents You Love:&lt;br /&gt;Dream(Gap), Curve(for guys), Lucky(for guys), laundry from katies house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:&lt;br /&gt;ponchos, capris, the color purple, camo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;soccer, shoes, :-X, dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 Songs You've Listened To In The Past 24 Hours:&lt;br /&gt;Streaks in the Sky, War all the time, Signals over the air, Transmission (All by Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:&lt;br /&gt;Soccer game, had lunch at ukrops, 2nd soccer game, came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:&lt;br /&gt;plaid skirt, hot pink shirt, white shirt, gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:&lt;br /&gt;dr. pepper, coffee, grape soda, pink lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Song You Sang?&lt;br /&gt;streaks in the sky-thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person You Hugged?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh haley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing You Laughed At?&lt;br /&gt;some stupid girl on the other team in my soccer game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Really Meant It?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday?(haha not to a guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Cried?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's In Your CD Player?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, and a mixed CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Color Socks Are You Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Under Your Bed?&lt;br /&gt;nothing i have a water bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Time Did You Wake Up Today?&lt;br /&gt;1030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair?&lt;br /&gt;up in a bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;sweatpants and a tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyance?&lt;br /&gt;wet hair dripping onto my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop Picture?&lt;br /&gt;hogwarts(from HP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Worry?&lt;br /&gt;winning soccer tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hate?&lt;br /&gt;duhnno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD You Bought?&lt;br /&gt;havent bought a cd in forever, but i want the killers and franz ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place To Be?&lt;br /&gt;the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Place?&lt;br /&gt;trig class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Play An Instrument, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color?&lt;br /&gt;umm i like all colors except purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe In An Afterlife?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Tall Are You?&lt;br /&gt;5'5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back And Talk To:&lt;br /&gt;sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day:&lt;br /&gt;friday or saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Would You Like To Go?&lt;br /&gt;Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type A Line You Remember From Any Book:&lt;br /&gt;""And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset." -OotP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Random Lyric: Before I leave I'm opening that door in my house.&lt;br /&gt;To face the ones I've left behind.</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-11-16T16:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T21:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-16T21:01:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIMA, Peru (Reuters) -- Peruvian police say they have seized nearly 1,540 pounds (700 kilograms) of cocaine hidden in &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frozen giant squid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; bound for Mexico and the United States.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;hmm...&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-11-10T21:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-11T02:10:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-11T02:10:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish I hated you.</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-11-07T18:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-07T23:38:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">:-) Last night was so much fun.</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-10-25T17:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-25T22:00:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-09T03:48:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stolen from McAllie who stole this from Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Choose 15 people from your friends list at random.&lt;br /&gt;b. Write something about/to each of them.&lt;br /&gt;c. Don't tell anyone who the statements are about. Good or bad. No matter how they beg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so sorry the way things turned out. I guess I kind of knew we were growing apart for quite some time. I hope that in the future we'll start talking again and everything will be ok. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We went through some rough times, but I don't regret it. Im glad that we had what we did. I hope to see you sometime again, and to be really close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You were my first for a lot of things, some I regret, some I don't. You made a huge impact on my life, good and bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We've known each other since forever it seems, and I come to you first for advice. You are AWESOME. I LOVE YOU!! You're such a dork ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We have so much in common and its great. We always have tons of fun together and can always make each other laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've always admired the way you carry yourself. You're different and you know it and love it. You're a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Damn! That's how you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sometimes, I wish you would realize what you are doing to yourself, and let others do to you. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am so sorry for the way I treated you. You deserved so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I know I can tell you anything, and you would take it to the  grave. Thanks for listening girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We could have been amazing...circumstances prevented such. Im sorry and I hope one day our paths will cross again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You always kept to yourself when you were younger, but Im glad we got to open up to each other even if it was just once. I hope as we grow older and more mature we can learn to grow closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You have always been overprotective of me, and sometimes it's nice to have that feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We used to be really close. It's my fault that we aren't anymore. Im glad we are still friends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I haven't known you as long as most of my other friends, but you are still awesome. and SUPA-hott. :-D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im never gonna tell ;-)</content>
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    <title>strippeddown @ 2004-10-17T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-18T00:18:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I love my friends. I'm glad I don't surround myself with fake people. I wouldn't be able to tolerate people constantly changing to please/impress others. I'm really starting to dislike a lot of people. Most high school kids are just really stupid. Whatever...I'm just glad I have amazing friends.</content>
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