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  <title>This won’t mean a thing come tomorrow</title>
  <subtitle>and that’s exactly how I’ll make it seem</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-05-09T00:56:57Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:18516</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2006-05-08T20:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T00:56:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T00:56:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>go sailor =]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's been a while, since i've updated&lt;br /&gt;but i've only got little things to say here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm emotionally FUCKED right now.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost all hope, and all of my friends here in this shithole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never be the same person again&lt;br /&gt;from this day on, i'll never be the same, apart of me has died, and will not return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;sick of love&lt;br /&gt;sick of dicks&lt;br /&gt;sick of bastards and liars&lt;br /&gt;sick of being sick&lt;br /&gt;sick of lying &lt;br /&gt;and mostly sick of BEING LIED to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's times like these you find out who your real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;but in a way it's a gift, but i'll leave with i will never be the same crazy sam you guys all knew, that girl is long gone, and has died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me&lt;br /&gt;just......&lt;br /&gt;kill me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:18210</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-12-16T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T21:09:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T21:09:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ever and after</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i guess some time has passed since i've updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lot, and god, i mean a lot has gone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had to do so so much work.&lt;br /&gt;and been out so much, my parents say they don't know&lt;br /&gt;who i am anymore, that doesn't feel too good to hear.&lt;br /&gt;but i know, i can't stay in this house for too long, fearing the fact that it will bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;i hate memories, i hate making them, cause i know all in the end, that when they end, i'll look back, and it will make me sad. i only wish, i could look back and smile, but none of my memories make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;he makes me feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;we've kind of both been in a whirl of drama right now&lt;br /&gt;i hate it, i hate drama.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just waiting for it all to be over, so things can go back to a reality check. but oh, do i love him&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working my ass of in geometry&lt;br /&gt;and it seems the more i try, the more i fail, so i'm thinking "fuck it"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't talked to my best friend jenn, infact, in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i truly miss her, and i hope she feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got done watching true life on mtv.&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO THEY CALL IT TRUE LIFE?!&lt;br /&gt;it's not. it's not reality, it's a bunch of bullshit drama.&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DREAM THAT COULD FLASH ON THE SCREEN IN A BLINK OF AN EYE AND BE GONE FROM ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it thank you, i love you allxoooooooox&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:18136</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-11-09T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T23:55:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T23:55:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the glow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm gonna update since i actually have nothing better to do, and becausei truly have been putting it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot, and i mean a lot has happened since i've updated&lt;br /&gt;but it all mostly consisted of daily drama, which i disgust.&lt;br /&gt;and if i may add, i'm failing geometry, what a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supooseditly going to the show on saturday with my best friend jenn.&lt;br /&gt;andy and the jivers are playing. i like them, jenn and i are gonna skank the night away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more emotional note..&lt;br /&gt;is it me? or are people changing into something they are totally not..&lt;br /&gt;one minute i think i know someone and the next minute they've turned into a completely different person. i don't know if i should be complaining or somewhat taking the subject farther in my mind and saying that i do it too and i just don't actually realize it. life is so ugly sometimes, but god is it beautiful, and it's so nice when you love someone. when you look at someone and they literally take the very breath you have in you away, like some sort of magic fairytale, all day and all night you think about that person...&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went outside today and took pictures&lt;br /&gt;the way the sun shined through the leaves was beautiful and i had to capture it with my camera. i suppose i'll post pictures later..&lt;br /&gt;as for now..&lt;br /&gt;farewell&amp;lt;33</content>
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    <title>night night</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T02:57:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T02:57:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dark side of the moon ceedee.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm gonna update tommorow&lt;br /&gt;i'm in major need of one, so until tommorow&lt;br /&gt;AU REVOIR yo.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:17563</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-09-30T20:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-01T00:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-01T00:53:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>SIX PACK-black flag</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;for all of these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;-i've finally met people that aren't so full of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;-i got a new comfy leather computer chair, the kind you see in the movies where you only see the back of it, and then they turn around and yell, you're fired, yes, it's quite nice&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-icecream and butterfingers&lt;br /&gt;-a boy, not saying his name, so DONT ask, but he's the coolest kid&lt;br /&gt;ever, and literally, EVERRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love watching soapnet with my mom..she's fun to be with. &lt;br /&gt;i hate hate HATE seeing when girls treat their mothers like trash, get me this mom, GOD why can't you just buy me this 500 dollar gucci bag?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to shakira at the moment, i wish i could talk spanish&lt;br /&gt;their was these two spanish girls in the bath room all like kooda ma leeko majaco. and i got up and go FELICE NAVIDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss home, and i'll say that a million times, i know everyone's getting tired of me saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to goodwill today and got a cd, it's funny, and i got shirts and skirts and the like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i wasn't so boring, or so hyper, it's always one or the other...i like to think to make the best of things, even if it's in the worst position possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i painted some pictures today and listened to yay hooray, it was fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to holly's house last weekend, and here are pictures, from her house, AND, just me being funny and taking pictures and my towson friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='ljparseerror'&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Error:&lt;/b&gt; Irreparable invalid markup ('&amp;lt;img [...] &amp;lt;img&amp;gt;') in entry.  Owner must fix manually.  Raw contents below.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; overflow: auto"&gt;i&amp;#39;m so happy&lt;br /&gt;for all of these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;-i&amp;#39;ve finally met people that aren&amp;#39;t so full of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;-i got a new comfy leather computer chair, the kind you see in the movies where you only see the back of it, and then they turn around and yell, you&amp;#39;re fired, yes, it&amp;#39;s quite nice&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-icecream and butterfingers&lt;br /&gt;-a boy, not saying his name, so DONT ask, but he&amp;#39;s the coolest kid&lt;br /&gt;ever, and literally, EVERRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love watching soapnet with my mom..she&amp;#39;s fun to be with. &lt;br /&gt;i hate hate HATE seeing when girls treat their mothers like trash, get me this mom, GOD why can&amp;#39;t you just buy me this 500 dollar gucci bag?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;#39;m listening to shakira at the moment, i wish i could talk spanish&lt;br /&gt;their was these two spanish girls in the bath room all like kooda ma leeko majaco. and i got up and go FELICE NAVIDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss home, and i&amp;#39;ll say that a million times, i know everyone&amp;#39;s getting tired of me saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to goodwill today and got a cd, it&amp;#39;s funny, and i got shirts and skirts and the like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i wasn&amp;#39;t so boring, or so hyper, it&amp;#39;s always one or the other...i like to think to make the best of things, even if it&amp;#39;s in the worst position possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i painted some pictures today and listened to yay hooray, it was fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to holly&amp;#39;s house last weekend, and here are pictures, from her house, AND, just me being funny and taking pictures and my towson friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/GOSHBLAHHAHA/Picture050.jpg&amp;quot; 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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-09-04T14:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T18:53:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T18:53:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yellow-coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt; &lt;b&gt;ask       me what it's like to have   myself s o figure d  out. i wish i   k n ew. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well update this baby, considering&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored as all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw mike a couple weeks ago, he came over and painted with me and played guitar&lt;br /&gt;he's changed, and I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much going on this world, and I think we &lt;br /&gt;are so caught up in our drama, that we don't stop and look around and&lt;br /&gt;think that the world very well could be coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was painting today and I stopped and thought&lt;br /&gt;we are all just people. on this earth. and someone made up fashion. &lt;br /&gt;we are all just put on this earth, each and every one of us has the capabilities of anything&lt;br /&gt;people our born, then people die, it's one endless cycle. &lt;br /&gt;it leaves me asking the question...what is the purpose of living if you're only gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing so great that can keep you alive. you can't experience every great thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;i'm a girl, a girl. just a girl. nothing special. nothing so wonderful. And as i sit outside my house and look at the sky, thinking why is he keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt; things are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go bake something, or make oragami or something&lt;br /&gt;i hate wasting away on this computer&lt;br /&gt;and to add more, my dog is whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so much more than he could ever give, a life full of lies and meaningful relationship &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-09-03T21:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T01:16:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T01:16:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tangerine-Led Zeppelin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; measuring&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;br /&gt;summers day&lt;br /&gt;i only &lt;br /&gt;find&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;s l i p s aw a y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeppelin is love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-08-27T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T00:55:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T00:55:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bright eyes-a perfect sonnet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt; &lt;b&gt; first day of school..HORRIBLE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; so let me see here, a few people have changed.&lt;br /&gt;people still push me out of there crowds and so i just eat lunch by myself or something.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind eating alone i guess, it's okay, but i'm not used to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk around the halls to my classes, and i look at everyone i knew at northview, and i think....&lt;br /&gt;they don't even know i'm here, they don't even care. AND THEY WONT GIVE ME A CHANCE TO SHOW THEM IVE CHANGED, i don't try so hard anymore, i'm myself, inside and out. i just wish people wouldn't judge me by my past. i heard someone say, sam's back, oh this is gonna be an intresting year! then i called an old friend the other night to see if she wanted to hang out and she said "no thanks" and i was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;and of course " the rats done hibernating! " god, that hurts me so much. but, i don't care and i don't let it get to me. but i can't understand for the life of me why the fuck people won't just talk to me and give me a chance and accept me, i'm not a bad person :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm used to all my lovely friends crowded around me outside by the benches and laughing and feeling the happiest i've ever felt. i miss that, and it literally KILLS ME to know i can never have that again. &lt;br /&gt;thanks to my stepmom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been bored lately, it's the weekend, and while everyone else is out partying, i'm at home, hanging out with my parents, which i guess is okay right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! well, actually, yesterday i hung out with britany and ashetin. they seriously are the craziest people i know, and i love it. you guys are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hungry, but i'm hungry for bojangles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll take a bath and just close my eyes and pretend everything's okay and i'm going to be going home soon. bye for now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-08-21T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-21T20:10:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-21T20:10:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HALIFAX-sydney</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt; &lt;b&gt; okay so basically, LIFE SUCKS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; i just got dumped. i live in this shithole. my best friend dyed. my family hates me, hmm i'm thinking how much worse could it get. &lt;br /&gt;you but you know, i'll just take what i have a be happy with it, i'm tired and you're probablly tired of reading this and thinking, all she talks about is how UNhappy she is. so, i'll make this journal entry seem somewhat defined as "fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school starts on THURSDAY whatta bummer! i still don't have my schedule yet, and i don't even know what school i'm gonna be going to, probablly not hickory high, cause it's STD central and it's completely filled with people that hate me. so i'm going to a new school to meet NEW people, so i can start off what my mom calls "fresh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at landon's house right now in rock barn. this kid is really fun to hang out with, and he makes me feel better considering yesterday was the worst day ever. so were basically sitting downstairs watching SAVING SILVERMAN, oh boy, i love that movie, it's really funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what to say..hmm..the sky loooks good today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt; ITS SO HOT OUTSIDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm frying. i think i'm gonna see if i can fry an egg on the sidewalk, cause i truly have no life like that :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about my friends in towson, i miss them so much. i have a plan to go to school up there for one day, cause we get out earlier than them, so i'd get to see ALLLLLLLLL my frands, which would be freaking freakign RAAAAAADTASTIC. okay, that was gay, and i'm done, i'll update later my loves&amp;lt;33&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-08-01T14:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T18:11:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T18:12:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>brown eyed girl?..</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm going to towson suckers.

i'm happy as sheeit, i'm so excited i can' t pack. well maybe i'll calm down. but anyhow, life just went up for me. i've made a realization that i have the greatest friends ever. and that being single isn't so bad after all. you feel free to live, and free, in general. i mean, who wants to be non-single there whole life?..total bummer. well, i think that's it. i love you all much.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;and i love jackie, cause she's in to freakin awesome music i HART her mucho.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:15958</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-07-31T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T03:42:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T03:42:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>animal planet?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt; &lt;b&gt; i wish i could change people &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; but i guess maybe, that's the basic beauty of it. I really like someone, okay, rewind that. not like, i am in love. and for for the first time in my life, i feel happy. this boy can control my emotions like crazy. he can make me cry, make me smile, make me curious, and it's wonderful. When i look in his eyes, and see all that he's been through, it makes me sad. it makes me look at my life like a perfect fairytale compared to his. I can see the past is still scarred in him, and in a way, it scars me too, cause i'm so hurt for him...no one, and absoulutely no one should have to go through what he's been through. but he's very strong, he never looks down on his faith or his strength, and i love him for that. he has the brightest personality of anyone i know, he has a certain "fling" to him that you rarely see in anyone. even when  he smiles, it's like i can tell on the outside, he's vibrant and happy, and in the inside, he's torn. i wish so much, that i could change things for him. i do my best to make him happy, and i suppose i'm doing a good job at it, i may be wrong, but i'm sure as hell trying. even though i can't have this someone, i'll always be waiting. in my mind, it's well worth the wait, most definately. i love him so much, it's insane. when i'm with him, i wouldn't want to be anywhere else. when he looks at me and tells me face to face he loves me, i've been hurt and thrown around so much, it's hard for me to believe it, and that's sad. but anyho. i'm hungry. so, if you're reading this "someone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt; i love you with every part of me&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:15724</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-07-26T16:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T20:39:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T20:39:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes-if winter ends</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold winter-set heart. &lt;br /&gt;With heat to melt these frozen tears, burned with reasons as to carry on. &lt;br /&gt;Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow, &lt;br /&gt;but I swear that I would follow anything, just get me out of here. &lt;br /&gt;But you get six months to adapt &lt;br /&gt;And you get two more to leave town &lt;br /&gt;And in the event that you do adapt &lt;br /&gt;We still might not want you around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose, &lt;br /&gt;but I know that that's impossible now. &lt;br /&gt;And so I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories, &lt;br /&gt;because I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I give myself three days to feel better, &lt;br /&gt;or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff. &lt;br /&gt;Because if I can't learn to make myself feel better, &lt;br /&gt;how can I expect anyone else to give a shit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I scream for the sunlight, or a car to take me anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;Just get me past this dead and eternal snow. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but it's happening, &lt;br /&gt;and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere, &lt;br /&gt;just take me there, just take me there, just take me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me and say it's gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did some pretty stupid things in the past. but i think last night topped off all of them.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel pretty drowsy and dizzy. sometimes i just don't know what to do, when something hits me right between the eyes. i have no idea how to take it. i try to find that certain path where it won't end up taking me the long sad way, no matter how much i think about it, i always end up there. &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna admit this to everyone. i am an attention whore. i love attention from people, it makes me feel good..i don't know if that's a good thing really, but whether it is or isn't, it doesn't affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by that i don't think of towson. my family up there, god. my family. well, my so-called family. were theoritically in my mind, not a family, but a constant fued. my dad and my stepmom think there is so much wrong with me. they were going to send me to mental facility. my stepmom thought i would strangle her stepdaughter cause i wanted more of her attention. now now, i don't kill or strangle people,i don't care if i got payed the largest amount of money, i don't do that. and she should know better then to accuse me. my stepmom said she would divorce my dad if i moved back into that house. my dad doesn't love me nor my stepmom. my brother still lives in the ugly dungeon, he's soon moving out and i'm happy for him, i wouldn't want to stay there. i wake up everymorning and stare at my ceiling thinking why me? what did i do to deserve all of this? why can't my dad be mature about this? what is so wrong with me that they want me down here again? i can't tell you how many times i ask myself that. i've never been so sad in my life, that day, sitting in the car. my eyes glancing out the car window at that sign "you are now leaving towson" i know i would be leaving towson forever. My dad doesn't understand me, i wish he could be in my shoes, for a day, even for 5 whole minutes. wishing and wishing for all these things to happen won't change it. sure, everyone can wish all day for things, but you can get off your ass and go make it happen, but as for me, i can't do that..nothing and i mean nothing will change my dad's mind. not the letters, not the tears, not the screaming fights we have. Maybe when he's old and gray he'll realize how much he hurt me, but i would doubt that too. he hurt my mom too, he told my therapist up in towson that she did drugs and that she had an affair while they were married. never. that's not my mom, she wouldn't do that. i know her. Maybe my dad and stepmom are right, maybe my mom and i and my stepdad, and my brother are just all insane, and we need help, cause were not what they define as "normal". but god, i want to go home. i would give anything to go home. to see chelsea, arielle, ben, kris, ally, kate, allie, alexa, greg, jp, adam. anybody, just to see them would make my day by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry this is so long.....&lt;br /&gt;there could be more, but i think i prefer writing it in my own journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all, i love you all.........</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-07-16T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-16T22:42:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-16T22:42:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sophomore slump or comeback of the year-falloutboy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I WANNA GO HOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss towson so freakin much. i wish i didn't have to go through all of this. i never deserved any of it, or you know what, maybe i did. for being such a nice person. it's amazing how one little thing can shatter your entire life. and we never look at that one thing, and rather we ignore it, and then it comes and ruins us when we least expect it, and when it hits you, it hurts more than anything. damn it, i'm so tired of that, i'm so tired of myself sitting around my house. i just want to go home, where i'm loved, and everything feels so right, where i can smile and inside feel it. I suppose i'm just not used to it here yet, inside i don't think i ever will exactly..i should stop thinking about this so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the new fall out boy cd today, it's okay, dj told me to listen to it, and maybe that would make me feel better, i guess it's working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm burning incense right now, and it reminds me so much of my ex-boyfriend. it's funny how people make promises and you believe them, and they say they love you, and wouldn't ever hurt you, then they wake up the next morning and decide to do that very thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go outside and lay on the swing and waste my life away here.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck hickory.</content>
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    <title>shitt sooooon</title>
    <published>2005-07-11T00:40:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-11T00:40:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Standing on the Edge of Summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wait okay, nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm moving back to the shithole known as hickory. yay, i cannot wait. i HATE it here, i was miserable when i used to live here, people suck. but maybe people have changed. i'm going to be going to saint stephens. JESUS. i got kicked out of my house in towson, don't ask why. and don't think that i was some badass kid up there, cause i wasn't. my stepmom just didn't like me and like me for who i am. and who i am is crazy, not mentally crazy, but fun crazy, and you know. and she can't accept that. she made up all this stuff about my mom, and i hate her for it. i truly not to be mean, but i hope she goes to hell for all the things she's done to me...she's ruined my life, i was happy in towson, yeah that's where i used to live. she took that ALL away from me. it's so hard to just forget all my friends i made and start over here in hickory, when i've already lived here and i hate it more than anything i hate. i'm going to burn her house down, no no. she'll probablly send me to a mental facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm done talking about that, something tells me that would really not interest any of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm in hickory if anyone wants to do something call me 323-8488, i'm bored as shit. i have no friends here, or at least true friends. well CEPT FOR ONE, and he's fucking amazing in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do guys wear womens jeans? do they think it makes them feel more attractive? why do some starve themselves to do it, that is so gay, why can't people just be normal. why do people have to be fucked up..? EMO THIS EMO THAT. fuck emo. emo music is okay, i'm not against it, cause i listen to it. but why can't the world be normal?..wait no, drop it. that's gay, you're gay, i'm gay, and i'm done, cause this livejournal is a sucky waste of my life..KAY BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex oh ex oh.</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-07-05T14:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T18:21:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T18:21:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think livejournal sucks, and i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;BYE KIDS.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:14705</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-04-10T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T00:30:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T00:30:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nonee, wait no..the phone just rang if that counts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">there's this boy i know, who makes me feel so good sometimes it hurts. when i look at him or think about him, i stop breathing, and i feel like i could just float away. everytime i feel the saddest i've ever felt, he makes me feel sooooo happy. I would never change him for the world, he has such a beautiful personality and i would do anything for him, literally. you know who you are....i love you so so sooooo much!&amp;lt;33</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2005-02-21T09:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T14:43:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T14:43:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beat your heart out-the distillers&lt;3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">okay. what to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months have been pretty good, wait..well now that i look at it...somewhat okay, and somewhat terrible. but that's okay. nobody can ever have a perfect happy day. Okay now, i'm really getting off track..gosshh add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well i went to a couple of shows in january. My friend dragged me along to the starting line concert, which was not bad if i must say. there was a huge mosh pit..and everyone was crowd surfing. This girl next to me passed out..it was awesome! I'm going to a concert in march coming up soon, where All time low, amber pacific, burning rosewood and small impact is playing. This should be a damn good concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a big ski trip soon or something. My friend invited me to go with her..this should be an intresting experience. Considering i'm probablly going to be icing my ass when i get home..err....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reeeeally am dreading monday, stupid interim reports come out, and i know i've gotten at least straight C's.....well, prepare to be grounded, it's time to KNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm visiting in hickory, and i'm leaving tonight..i've had a great stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i've fallen madly in love with the track record thanks to my friend dj&amp;lt;3...this is the greatest band you will ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i would say i'm done now!&lt;br /&gt;i'll update in about 2 more months...hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2004-12-31T00:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T05:50:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T05:50:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>love ain't for keeping-the who</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow..yeah...another entry..it's been forever...but yeah, this livejournal thing is getting kind of old for me, i think it's sort of just a big waste of time, no offense to any livejournal users that are completely addicted to it. i think there's better things to do than this, but i guess occasionally i'll type in this thing, just not everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the moment, i'm in hickory visiting till this saturday. i went to asheville a couple of days ago, i visited with my cousins and family and all that ish. i went ice-skating, it was fun. but considering i fell on my ass a million times, and now i'm sore as all..it wasn't so bad...we ate out at fudruckers...it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, i went out for awhile, and went to best buy and got the best of van halen, and i really must say that it rules my world, and i love it...van halen is the greatest, and eddie van halen is my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i'm so hungry..i think i'm craving for cherry garcia icecream..mm..yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend and i were discussing how bad pick-up lines are these days, like my feet are tired, cause you've been running through my mind all day...yeah that's pretty lame if you ask me...and oh yeah, i've lost my number..can i have yours?...haha yeah, right, i think whoever thought up those, seriously has no life what so ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember one time like a while back when i went to northview middle school, when i lived in this gay hellhole we call hickory..some girl was like hugging her friend goodbye, and was like bye girl, i love ya...i'll call ya tonight..and everything seemed pretty normal right?...well, then she gets in her car and her parent drives her off, then the girl that hugghed her friend, goes to this other girl and says, god i can't stand her, she's so annoying. the world is really a fucked up place if you think about it. people should just be honest, maybe not about EVERYTHING...but at least enough. i don't care though, i can't change people, so why even try, it's funny in a way, i just watch people make mistakes, and laugh...not that i'm perfect or anything, cause really, i'm way away from perfect, and i don't care to be, so yeah...that paragraph was a big waste of time for anyone who's reading this thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make myself some coffee...i'm feeling rather awake this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata kids.</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2004-12-31T00:32:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T05:45:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T05:45:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pure and easy-the who</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow..yeah...another entry..it's been forever...but yeah, this livejournal thing is getting kind of old for me, i think it's sort of just a big waste of time, no offense to any livejournal users that are completely addicted to it. i think there's better things to do than this, but i guess occasionally i'll type in this thing, just not everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the moment, i'm in hickory visiting till this saturday. i went to asheville a couple of days ago, i visited with my cousins and family and all that ish. i went ice-skating, it was fun. but considering i fell on my ass a million times, and now i'm sore as all..it wasn't so bad...we ate out at fudruckers...it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, i went out for awhile, and went to best buy and got the best of van halen, and i really must say that it rules my world, and i love it...van halen is the greatest, and eddie van halen is my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i'm so hungry..i think i'm craving for cherry garcia icecream..mm..yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend and i were discussing how bad pick-up lines are these days, like my feet are tired, cause you've been running through my mind all day...yeah that's pretty lame if you ask me...and oh yeah, i've lost my number..can i have yours?...haha yeah, right, i think whoever thought up those, seriously has no life what so ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember one time like a while back when i went to northview middle school, when i lived in this gay hellhole we call hickory..some girl was like hugging her friend goodbye, and was like bye girl, i love ya...i'll call ya tonight..and everything seemed pretty normal right?...well, then she gets in her car and her parent drives her off, then the girl that hugghed her friend, goes to this other girl and says, god i can't stand her, she's so annoying. the world is really a fucked up place if you think about it. people should just be honest, maybe not about EVERYTHING...but at least enough. i don't care though, i can't change people, so why even try, it's funny in a way, i just watch people make mistakes, and laugh...not that i'm perfect or anything, cause really, i'm way away from perfect, and i don't care to be, so yeah...that paragraph was a big waste of time for anyone who's reading this thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make myself some coffee...i'm feeling rather awake this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata kids.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:13792</id>
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    <title>don't even take a breath...</title>
    <published>2004-11-25T21:51:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-25T21:51:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>going to california-led zeppelin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">first off...happy turkey day to all you kiddies out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm in hickory right now visiting till sunday, i think tommorow i might be going christmas shopping but i don't have any money, so that sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the other day i was sitting on my front porch and some kid comes over and moons me, it was quite hilarious...and i guess if your thinking, nah that's not funny, then i guess you had to be there to actually find some sense of hilarity in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at my grandparents right now, i'm bored as hell...i have to dress up and be all sweet..err, it sucks..but i'm going home soon so everythings good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know one kid i haven't talked to in forever is mike hawes...and pretty much all the kids down here in hickory, i guess i don't care to stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm bored..hell with this, i'm going to sleep or something</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:13397</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2004-11-14T21:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-15T02:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-15T02:15:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>THE WHO!!...BABA O RILEY</lj:music>
    <content type="html">woa, it's been forever since i've updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see here, this whole entire week has ruled my fucking kingdom..&lt;br /&gt;i went christmas shopping with ellie, and saw a concert with my friend liz...and then i'm starting a band with a girl named lucy and liz, and i think my friends dj is gonna drum for us, hopefully he will..cause he rocks at drumming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die my hair, i think i'm dying it blue..or at least a part of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm painting my toenails blue purple and orange now, it's sexy and i think it's quite fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i'm so optimistic right now, that's suprising..i haven't been that way for a while now, and it feels so damn good to be happy...i can't actually remember the last time i smiled..thank god :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say one thing, i believe my journal sucks ass, moldy ass infact, i write about lame stuff, and i don't think anyone cares, but oh well..i care, and that's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm done now, it's time to watch teenage mutant ninja turtles and eat doritos!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2004-10-06T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-07T01:02:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-07T01:02:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>less than jake-gainsville rock city</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sorry it's been a million years since i've updated this journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy, i joined the ska club at school and i suppose we are all going to make one huge ska band and it's going to be fucking incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just put some duct-tape on my shoe, i think it looks rather nifty...hah, nifty, what a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school is just about the same, day in and day out..always the same. i go to school, and stare at the clock every class period wondering when the hell is this thing gonna end, ride the bus home, and go home and sleep. eh, what a wonderful happy eccentric life, whatever the hell that word means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HICKORY LIKE WHOAAAAAAHIRUI..i miss all my wonderful people who make me smile nonstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i think i have like this obessesion with bellybuttons, it's kinda cool, it's just like a hole in your stomach that sits there, i most definately think we should have a national bellybutton appreation day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden urge for cheeto's and coke...i'm off kids! KAZZAMM..</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pinkskirts:13050</id>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2004-08-24T11:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T15:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T15:34:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>five finger discount-choking victim</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i don't think i care for livejournals anymore, there's more to life than livejournals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week and this week have been fucking incredible..i saw yesterdays news play at recher theature, they were great. and this other band called safejacket was pretty good too. then on august 30th i'm going to see the soma solution play at the mojo, and i'm hoping i can get some people to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't talked to a good friend of mine in hickory, i hope he knows that i haven't forgot him, you know who you are..give me a call sometime if you feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to see napoleon dynamite tonight with some people, it looks pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping for stuff for my room yesterday, i think i'm happy with what i have. i moved into my brothers old room, and he has hockey player wallpaper, and i have to look at it everyday..it's not bad..but were gonna paint it. i'm thinking about getting a lime green color, or a light green or maybe even a aqua color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts next week, this is gonna be an experience, a new school, new people..new ways of doing things..god am i looking foward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to think of anything right now, i couldn't sleep at all last night&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up at about 8:30 for some odd reason, i've never woke up that early, except for school, i get up about 6ish or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is really boring, and i know any of this stuff wouldn't intrest anyone, so i'm done now</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2004-08-12T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T17:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T17:22:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>led zeppelin-babe i'm gonna leave you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's cold and rainy outside, it's such ugly weather..and the sky is gray and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back from the beach, i'm in hickory now. i'll be staying here for just today, then i'm leaving tommorow to go back to towson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up about 10:30ish, my brother and i watched grind, it's not bad, i found some humor in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hickory still looks the same and when i come back here i always feel the same way about it..it hasn't changed a bit, same people, same everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job, i think when i turn 15 i'm gonna go work at this grocery store called grauls, and bag groceries. it sounds really boring, but hey..i need some money so bad i can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might go paint my toenails some random color, hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later =)</content>
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    <title>pinkskirts @ 2004-08-05T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-05T23:13:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-05T23:13:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>war all the time-thursday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm sorta getting sick of livejournals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been the week of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the beach tommorow, and when i come back..i'm gonna look as dark as a mexican =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye kiddoooos.</content>
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