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  <updated>2005-05-07T00:59:01Z</updated>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2005-05-06T17:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T00:59:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-07T00:59:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the day's highlights:&lt;br /&gt;** getting the whole "cheating" incident cleared up. i get to finish taking my test! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;** Skipping 1-4 and staying home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;** AP testing! woohooo! even though i screwed up big time and probably got a 1, i'm still FREAKING happy! AP EURO IS SO OVER! &lt;br /&gt;** daddy buying this ENORMOUS sandwich. OH MAN. that thing was huge. whoa. just whoa. and it was stankin good. &lt;br /&gt;** feeling pretty stupid when i finished the AP test like.. 20 minutes early and me and ghina looked around and saw all the dumb kids finished and all the smart kids still working. yeah... :/ funny.&lt;br /&gt;** AP EURO IS SO OVER!</content>
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    <title>school</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T23:56:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T23:56:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;school is getting just &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; hard for me.&amp;nbsp; and what's worse is that i'm getting lazier and lazier and losing my motivation to actually try.&amp;nbsp; I always try to find the easy way out... like cheating. which is sosososo bad.. i know.. but man. it's so much easier than actually having to study and do the crap on your own.&amp;nbsp; and the week seems to go by so slow.&amp;nbsp; especially this week.&amp;nbsp; i keep feeling like today should be a friday when it's actually a thursday. BOO. :[&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;weee i got yellow braces.&amp;nbsp; they make me happy. because they're so.. sunny and yellow looking. woohoo. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;i feel very proud of myself because i resisted the temptation to eat a spoonful of mocha almond fudge.&amp;nbsp; Oh man as soon as I lose like.. 6 pounds.. i'm dragging matthew to coldstone and he's going to get me a discount on a &lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;gotta have it &lt;em&gt;coffee lovers' only icecream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; YUMYUM! sounds good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;i can't wait till the weekend. ugh. i'm getting so stressed out because of AP test! i don't even think i'll pass. oh well. if i don't.. i don't. if i do.. i do.. actually. if i don't. i'll be &lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;FREAKING &lt;/font&gt;pissed off and if i do i'll be &lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREAKING&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;happy. i could have been studying for the AP test during the time I wrote this pointless entry. OH, WHY?! WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?!?!?!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mexican food</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T03:43:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T03:43:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so me, yongie, susie, and crystal had to make some food for spanish.&amp;nbsp;we put a freaking cup of pure &lt;font color="#9999ff" size="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LARD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; and then we put in like..&amp;nbsp; a cup? 1/2 a cup? of sugar in... all i know is that now it's gunna be tough trusting food.&amp;nbsp; I mean that whole lard thing grossed me out. it smelled like shat too. yuck. and then our &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;em&gt;horchata&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;turned out like crap.&amp;nbsp; It was SO hard to make.&amp;nbsp; and then i decided to be brave and try it.&amp;nbsp; just tasted like watered out milk.&amp;nbsp; yongie was like dying cuz she said it was nasty.&amp;nbsp; and susie... well all eating all those "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;orange dusts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" w/ the lard in it had already upsetted her stomach... so yeah. she didn't like the drink either. it was &lt;strong&gt;pointless&lt;/strong&gt; and a waste of our time.&amp;nbsp; next time i'm making my mom make me food and i'm gunna pretend i made it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc33"&gt;you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: wow you are so freakishly annoying&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; You just don't get the freaking hint. Just freaking leave me alone, you douche! i can't believe that once upon a time... ahhh!!! i'll quit ranting.&lt;br&gt;(Sarah, you know who i'm talking about)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come spring break, Come already!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2005-03-15T18:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T02:10:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T02:10:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i think the two worst feelings are feeling full and feeling tired. yeahpp. no worse feeling than those. okay that was completely random. but whatever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i was talking with yongie.. and now i want a tutoring job :D it's easy money! and i'm going so broke that it's getting depressing. what's with all the b-days? lol. &amp;lt;333 and sadies! i don't even have money to go to sadies. gasp. how sad. oh well. it's okay.. cuz i don't really have anyone to go with anyways. lol. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;high school exit exam was the easiest test i had ever taken.&amp;nbsp; cept the essay.. that was the most retarded prompt ever.&amp;nbsp; i had to keep reading the question throughout the essay cuz i was like. wait. do i have the prompt right? but yeah.. turns out i wasn't the only one who did that so it's all good. :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dieting is dumb. and hard for that matter.&amp;nbsp; gah'd. i have no willpower whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;okay. i'm off to be productive or something.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2005-02-24T22:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T06:22:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-25T06:22:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;this week went by pretty darn fast. but it was totally non-productive. how freaking horrible. whatever... there's always next week... i seem to say that every week though. BLAH. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so i took my dog to the vet today... my mom didn't want to go to the one we regularly go to because they make you wait like a freaking hour.&amp;nbsp; so she's like. yeah i saw this place in garden grove... let's go there. so i'm like. are you sure it's okay to like. just go to any vet? what if they're bad? and she's like.. they're all the same...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and so we get there. and he keeps going GOOD GOOD. "why are you here?" "i think my dog has an eye infection and she keeps eating her own excrements." "GOOD GOOD." i mean wth. how is that good?&amp;nbsp;"how long have you had her?" "about 2 months" "GOOD GOOD." wow those "GOOD GOOD"s got annoying after a while. well yeah so he makes us wait a while.&amp;nbsp; and when we go in he sounds like he has NO idea what he's talking about. and then he goes let me go get my stethescope. however you spell it.. and i'm like alright.&amp;nbsp; and this man spends like. 10 minutes looking for it.&amp;nbsp; and then he comes back with something that's NOT a stethescope. and then he's just explaining to us that the test was negative blah blah. and he keeps contradicting himself throughout his explanation.&amp;nbsp; So now, i feel like we should've just saved the money and not taken my dog to the vet.&amp;nbsp; IT was a lousy waste of money... there was nothing even wrong with her and the man sold us medication i don't think she even needs. that's douche.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2005-02-18T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T06:32:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T06:32:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so i had a long talk with my mom the other day. and wow oh wow. that woman has shown me so much! we had a great, yet depressing chat.&amp;nbsp; i realized i was being blind to a lot of crap that i shouldn't've been blind to. i felt like a dumbass after my mom pointed &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#9999ff" size="5"&gt;i freaking &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;lt;33333&lt;/font&gt; my mommy :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yeah and ghina was just totally there for me, too. and i'm happy that i'm finally kind of getting things straight.&amp;nbsp; I regret lots of things that i've done in the past. and if i could.. i would take them all back, but since i can't, i'm learning to live with the consequences.&amp;nbsp; and hopefully it'll all turn out &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; in the end. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I've totally been slacking off in school, which totally sucks, cuz i made a promise to myself that i would try extra hard.. ah well, i knew all along that wouldn't happen. bummer. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i got braces. and they totally itch... is that normal? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Susan wasn't at school today. i miss her. where did you go, my love??? &amp;lt;333&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#339999"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.&lt;/u&gt;" - &lt;em&gt;Matthews 11:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2005-02-02T20:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T04:24:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T04:24:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take chances&lt;/strong&gt;. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all of your money. Fall in &lt;a title="Search for love" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://toolbar.desktoptraffic.net/cgi-bin//ezlclk.fcgi?id=7099" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say I love you even though they may not say it back. Sing out loud. Laugh till your stomach hurts. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone that they are your entire world. Let someone know what they are missing. Live life to the fullest. Live in the moment. And remember that life is all about chances... So you might as well take them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait for the guy who would do anything to be with you, the one who makes an ordinary moment seem magical, the kind of boy who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person. Wait for the boy who will be your best friend, the person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances. Wait for the boy who makes you smile like no other, and when he smiles you know he needs you. Wait for the boy who tells you that he dreams about you. Wait for the boy who puts you at the center of the universe because he wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Someone out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. he'll smile at you when you tell him, but he'll never laugh at your he&lt;a title="Search for art" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://toolbar.desktoptraffic.net/cgi-bin//ezlclk.fcgi?id=7136" target="_blank"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;. he'll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it. he'll stare at you during the movies, even though he paid $8 to go see it. you'll put his picture in a frame by your bed. he'll call you to tell you goodnight before you go to sleep just because he was thinking of you. he'll look into your eyes and tell you that you're the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and for the first time in your life...you'll believe it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tell her you think shes wonderful. Tell her why you think shes so wonderful. Pick her up &amp;amp; act like shes gonna go in the pool, she'll scream &amp;amp; fight you,but secretly, she'll love it. Tell her she looks beautiful. Introduce her to the guys as the most amazing girl ever. Look in her eyes. Protect her. Let her mess with your hair. Tickle her, even if she says stop. When she swears at you, tell her you love her. Let her fall asleep in ur arms. Call her. Kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Watch every single romantic comedy she wants, complain and tease her about how corny it was, but still always watch it. Give her sp&lt;a title="Party Poker" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://toolbar.desktoptraffic.net/cgi-bin//ezlclk.fcgi?id=6707" target="_blank"&gt;ace&lt;/a&gt; if she needs it. Kiss her forehead. Let her wear your clothes. Be slow. Wipe away her tears when shes sad. Let her take all the &lt;a title="Search for photos" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://toolbar.desktoptraffic.net/cgi-bin//ezlclk.fcgi?id=7131" target="_blank"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; of you she wants. Make her feel loved. Kiss her in the rain &amp;amp; when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2005-01-12T17:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-13T01:51:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-13T01:51:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;i think what i need is some time &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; from you because the more i'm with you.. the more i like you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;winter formal.&lt;/font&gt; it's all everyone's talking about. too&amp;nbsp;bad i'm like.. the only girl w/o a date? yuckkk. i'm jealous of them kids going to formal this year. heard it's supposed to be reallll good. darnnit. i am &lt;em&gt;waaayyy&lt;/em&gt; sad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i can't breathe when i eat too much... weird. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i &lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;school. school should &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;rot&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;u&gt;hell&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>so bored</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T06:21:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T06:21:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//TEN random things about me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;10. i love candy! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;09. &lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot live w/o family and friends&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;08. i have dead hair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;07. i have no willpower whatsoever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;06. my current obssession is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;JUDE LAW&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;(PEOPLE'S Sexiest Man Alive for 2004!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;05. i'm getting braces soon?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;04. i love snowboarding and i think i might go this saturday!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. i hate, yet love school&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. shopaholic in the heezy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;i love designer stuff!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//NINE ways to win my heart:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;09. make me laugh &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;08. be genuine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;07. i love outgoing guys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;06. i love guys.. who do boy-ish things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;05. buy me nice things. doesn't necessarily mean i'm a golddigger!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;04. be there for me at &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;all times&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. i love guys with nice smiles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. make me feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;special&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. flirt like&amp;nbsp;crazy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//EIGHT things i wanna do before i die:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;08. go skydying/bunjeejumping... wow i don't remember how to spell that&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;07. go swimming when it's raining&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;06. as cliche as it may sound... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;fall in love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;05. be rich.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;04.&amp;nbsp;help the poor and needy&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. have a nice big family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02.go on a maddd shopping spree. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01.&amp;nbsp;live where it snows&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//SEVEN ways to annoy me (or seven things that annoy me)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;07. two-faced people &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;06. incredibly fake people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;05. annoying, clingy guys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;04. having to pick up my dog's poo and clean her pee.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. gossiping too much&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. being &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;MEAN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. &lt;font color="#339999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;homework and tests&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;. blah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//SIX things i believe in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc33"&gt;GOD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;05. love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;04. ummm... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. i&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. don't&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//FIVE things I'm afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;05. losing my family/friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bugs!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. monsters and ghosts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. the dark&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. failure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//FOUR of my favorite items in my room&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;04. my bed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. my computer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. the mirror&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. ... my clothes?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//THREE things I do everyday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;03. Sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. Eat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. daydream&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//TWO things I want to do right now:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;02. see him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. sleep? i dunno but i just woke up from my nap&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//ONE person I want to see right now:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;01. oh, you know who i want to see ;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>it's official.</title>
    <published>2005-01-06T05:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-06T05:34:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;as the subject of the entry says.. it's official. i'm putting myself on a diet. my mom took me to get my body fat measure and crap that like that. and the lady was like. oh um. yeah. it's really important that you lose some weight. &lt;em&gt;thank you, i needed that, lady&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;tests are no fun&lt;/font&gt;. AP euro and English quarter final test today. chem test and english quiz tmrrw. then spanish test and another english quiz on friday. fun stuff. i'm gunna reward myself on the weekend.. by cleaning my room. wow. whatta life. &lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;let's hang out!&amp;nbsp; anyone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>to jennifer:</title>
    <published>2005-01-04T03:46:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-04T03:46:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;look at the gray: anna banana&lt;br&gt;look at the gray: i think you should have an entry dedicated to me.&lt;br&gt;look at the gray: you can start it off as.. "jennifer my love."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;but then i decided to write my OWN entry about her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;LEEROY. you're incredibly lame. i loathe you. stop trying so hard to be like me. you'll NEVER be as good as me. get over it. i'm sory i'm so gosh darn cool and attractive. but please. i don't need &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; stalker. once again, leeroy, you're lame. &lt;em&gt;incredibly&lt;/em&gt; lame. sorry i had to reject you&amp;nbsp; like this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2005-01-01T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T06:29:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T06:29:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;everyone!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hello &lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today feels like sunday. and i feel like i'm going back to school tmrrw. not a happy feeling. BLAH. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i realized this winter break i haven't hung out with friends much.. like thrice? bummer. did tons of &lt;font color="#006600"&gt;shopping &lt;/font&gt;though :D ahhhh so long, winter break. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;i'll miss you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-31T12:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T20:38:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T20:38:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>american idiot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so i guess my doggie is still named cherry. and &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; really doesn't get the concept of the weewee pad. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ARGH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and i had my hopes up so high cuz she was so well potty-trained yesterday!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yesterday was a busy busy day. so at 11 i go shopping w/ crystal and Ghina.. didn't really buy anything for myself. unless you count lipgloss. but oh well. shopping's always fun.&amp;nbsp; then we realized.. we didn't have a ride back.. so we called a &lt;font color="#00cccc"&gt;taxi&lt;/font&gt;. interestingly, he was korean. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we got a discount! :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ghina was all tripped out though cuz she never rode in a taxi before and couldn't stop thinking about &lt;u&gt;the Bone Collector.&lt;/u&gt; how cute.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so yeah . we get dropped off at regals.. look around for a while at nearby stores.. &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;MARSHALLS &lt;/font&gt;ROCKS.&amp;nbsp; :D cuz i'm cheap like that.. anyways. yes. and then josh calls and tells us to go watch a movie w/ him anna elmo gloria and jason. so we watched &lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meet the fockers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; good movie. hilarious stuff :D yeah then my mom called during the movie and started yelling at me.. cuz i didn't tell her i was going out. and we were supposed to go to dinner at someone's house... OOPS. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so yes. we get to jdsn's house. good food. talked with the girls. listened to some music. fun stuff. then i got home at 11 and realized. oh crap i didn't do any history yet! .. and i lost my paper that tells me what to do.. so um.. darnnit. oh well. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;another &lt;em&gt;fun-filled day&lt;/em&gt; ahead of me. fun stuff&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"you're one of em good asians" -mishfish. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;darn right i am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm happy that i can look back at this year and be pretty satisfied. i don't feel i've done TOO much that i regret. it was a fun year,&amp;nbsp;i guess. let's hope &lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;is better though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye 2004&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-29T23:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T07:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T07:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;"...then there's the third type of guy. He &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;rocks your world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You write his name a &lt;em&gt;million&lt;/em&gt; times in your notebook. You walk by his homeroom just to catch a glimpse of him and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; reminds you of him.&amp;nbsp; You can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; have too much of him."&lt;br&gt;"That's how he makes me feel."&lt;br&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Then you've fallen hard&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;ahhh soap operas &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#6633ff"&gt;snowboarding &lt;/font&gt;was freaking fun. i&amp;nbsp; can't wait to go back. i wish i had gone this week, since it's snowing and all. supposed to be &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; time to snowboard in big bear right now. i missed it by a day! bummer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;shopping &lt;/font&gt;is fun. even when you're broke... &lt;em&gt;sorta&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i think my new puppy has finally gotten the hang of the weewee pad. too bad she pees every 5 stankin minutes so she can get another beef jerky. that &lt;em&gt;spoiled brat&lt;/em&gt;. i wanna rename her.. cherry? that's sooo asian. leave me comments w/ suggestions for my &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;dog's name :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;new years' resolutions &lt;/font&gt;are pointless. you never end up keeping em. but oh whattheheck. it's fun to just come up w/ a couple. so here goes:&lt;br&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; save up my money. instead of spending it as soon as i get.&lt;br&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grow spiritually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; stop being so obssessed w/ food.&lt;br&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; to get good grades.&lt;br&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; be more involved&lt;br&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; to meet new people and have more fun! &amp;lt;33&lt;br&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; be a better person. just about the sweetest one you'll ever meet.&lt;br&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Exercise and play sports more :D sounds good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i guess it's time for kaganing? oh poo&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>mexico</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T07:00:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T07:00:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>american idiot- greenday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;well i just got back from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;mexico&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after spending 3 days there. fun stuff. sorta. the "&lt;em&gt;children's day&lt;/em&gt;" part was muy dificil porque i can't speak spanish. seriously. these girls in my group were like making fun of me. i spoke to them a lot in lik.e. 1/4 spanish 3/4 english. fun stuff. but i realized.. even though gordon's not that great a teacher. i did learn a couple words from her. such as &lt;em&gt;galletas&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;cacahuates&lt;/em&gt;. cuz i'm pro like that. those kids were gosh darn cute.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;one of the most memorable part of mexico this year was our late night drive around Tijuana. we went to the mall nearby at 12 in the morning hoping it would be open. but RIGHT when we got there.. it closed. so we walked around the place for awhile.. and did stuff. then we went to the pharmacist.. all the prices were written in &lt;em&gt;pesos&lt;/em&gt; . but we all thought it was written in &lt;em&gt;dollars&lt;/em&gt;. so there are trojans in the front of the store and we're like. HOLY CRAP! 46 DOLLARS FOR CONDOMS?! and we were just like in shock.. and then it hit us after like. 5 minutes.. that it was actually like. 4-6 DOLLARS. silly us. then we drove around some more and went to a liquor store. mexico does not sell alcohol after 12. so we decide to go to the taco place across the street. and we each have some &lt;strong&gt;CARNE&lt;/strong&gt; taco.. cept me and annie. cuz we're cool like that. and then after getting lost a little.. we find our way back to our lodging place. fun stuff. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;late night talking. recapping the day w/ the girls. even more fun stuff.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so today, on our last day, we go to have some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;authentic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mexican tacos. yummm. daniel hoh is my idol. sorta. well not really. but he &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; eat&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; tacos. that monster. the bill? 250 dollars. yikes. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haggling&lt;/strong&gt; with the people were selling stuff at the border when we had no intention of buying the stuff.. funnn.. i got someone to lower the price of a lamp from 25 dollars to 10 dollars. cuz i'm dope like that. and in the end. i was like. ehh. i change my mind. felt bad. but oh well. &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOSH&lt;/strong&gt;. i saw this little boy juggling 5 balls. and we were all sooo amazed by it we called him over and went &lt;em&gt;UNO MAS&lt;/em&gt;! and he did it for us again. and we were like. &lt;em&gt;UNO MAS&lt;/em&gt;! then we'll give you a dollar! and he does it again. and then we're like. &lt;em&gt;UNO MAS&lt;/em&gt;! if yu do it perfectly we'll give you a dolllar. &lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;. and he does it.. perfectly. so yes, we gave him the dollar. people there are &lt;u&gt;scary&lt;/u&gt;.. they run after the car once we start asking about prices. &lt;em&gt;fun fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the ride in the car was relaxing. my back seat had it good. having two skinny people rocks. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tomrrow: big bear/snowboarding. fun stuff&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>YEAHH!</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T07:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T07:56:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so i'm going snowboarding. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;getting that puppy. yeahh! so excited. i can't &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;to see it!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;christmas is coming up. what are you getting me for christmas. huh? HUH? it's okay you can &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;surprise &lt;/font&gt;me. suprises are always fun fun fun.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so i've got a &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;freaking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;busy &lt;/font&gt;week ahead of me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;i've gotta do some last minute preparing for &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Mexico&lt;/font&gt;. tons of stuff to do before i leave. &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;wednesday &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i return. gotta do some last minute packin for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Big Bear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. woot woot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thursday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Big Bear &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and some &lt;em&gt;intense. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;snowboarding&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. heck yeah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;come back home&amp;nbsp;and being &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;em&gt;intense&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;studying for AP euro so i can beat daniel caldera's high score. and then catch up on ross' journal entries then work on her project. sounds fun. call me if you wanna hang out though. cuz anna always has time for some &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;PLAYING &lt;/font&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;my parents. they give me so much. i only wish i can give to them as much as they give to me. okay. so that's why i &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HAVE &lt;/font&gt;to be rich when i grow up. so i can buy them nice stuff they never got for themselves because they use all their money on me and my bro. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;lt;333 &lt;/font&gt;i think that sentence was incredibly grammatically incorrect. but oh well. i never was too good at grammar. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>no snowboarding?!</title>
    <published>2004-12-16T06:42:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T06:42:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lover and friends</lj:music>
    <content type="html">mother, do i look like i'd be bribed so easily? offering me a new puppy in place of snowboarding. psh. okay fine. maybe.</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-14T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T01:42:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T01:42:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;such a &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;week. and it's going by incredibly &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;slow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and i'm slacking off. really badly. and i'm worried about &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ap euro &lt;/font&gt;and &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;english &lt;/font&gt;test. &lt;br&gt;on a brigher note, i got a&amp;nbsp; new cellphone. yes. no more of my &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ghetto &lt;/font&gt;phone. jeff gets that one :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-11T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T03:53:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T03:53:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so today i did some more community service. this time it was "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;trails for all&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" it was fun &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;hiking and digging&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. but i didn't really like the sun. felt like summer all over again. i didn't mind it so much while we were up there. but i guess the heat caught up with me. and it made me really sick. so as soon as i came home i threw up.. felt much better. it's been a while since the last time i threw up. anyways.. my head was still pounding so i took&amp;nbsp; a nap and when i woke up i was all sweaty, but the headache was gone :D giving back to my community makes me &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;happy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. not that i think it makes me a good person.. but i feel good about helping other people :D whatta fruit. oh yeahh! thank you sarah for calling me see how i was doing. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you, dear!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so after i woke up i'm like. let's bake sugar cookies! so my brother helped me bake em.. i burnt my first batch. but it's all good. yeah afterwards i decorated em with frosting sprinkles and such. took me 2 1/2 hours to get thru &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;package. it was intense. but it was fun.. i guess. it was hard to bake though! cuz freaking. i dunno how to explain it. no wait.. i do.. but i just don't want to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'm so in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. too bad it's a one sided thing. it hurts. why is it i keep getting the feeling i'm never gunna get over him? oh well. all in good time.. i guess? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;people don't like drama. but i think right now i'd like some &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;drama&lt;/font&gt;. life is getting a &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;litttttle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;boring. or a &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;u&gt;lot&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;boring &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i can't wait till &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next semester&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;;D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;alright i'll study for ap euro dammit. xP&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-09T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T00:37:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T00:37:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;woohoo. tmrrw is &lt;strong&gt;Friday. &lt;/strong&gt;yey!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today i woke up and saw nasty bags under my eyes. it was horrible. well anyways. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i think many people are in love with me. first off.. gavin. he keeps telling me i'd make&amp;nbsp;a hot blonde. his whole gf thing... is all a way to hide his feelings for me. jk. i like his gf. she's cool. second, timmy. he was like kneeling before me in english class. what can i say. i have that effect on &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;guys. *dusts off shoulders* David Graf is like madly in love with me. i swear he is.. My friend Ghina is in love with me. she asked me to go to lab before christmas with her.. i guess she was asking me out on a date... hm. interesting. and then there's eric park.. but that he's a whorebag. cuz he said: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anna you're so cute.. if i were gay. i would sooooo go out with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. thank you my friend eric. you're such a homo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i wonder if i have hwk tonight. i have a math test tmrrw. which hopefully i won't fail. i was at afterschool tutoring today, and i learned some stuff. daniel caldera was trying to teach me but i wouldn't pay attention to him because i was so focused on my BUST-A-MOVE game. that shat is intense. and so he took my calculator away from me. then i got it back. and started playing with it once he stopped teaching me.. but then alison decides to take it away and forces me to do my work. so i do it.. sorta. but me grace and daniel were talking and the teacher there kept laughing at us. i was like "are you laughing at me?" and he's just like laughing and like "i'm laughing at ALL of you guys. you guys are so funny." cool teacher. but he wouldn't stop laughing at me. ms. wilson attacked me with her pencil. that was evil. it hurt.. sorta. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;most annoying sub ever in gordon's class. 4 days down and 1 more to go with him. whattabitch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;am i slow? i think i am. i dunno. i used to be a smart kid. but.. dammit. i dunno. leave me aloooone.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-05T17:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T01:18:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T01:18:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>boulevard of broken dreams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i wanna get my hair colored a &lt;em&gt;brownish&lt;/em&gt; shade. any suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so.. i went shopping on friday with my friends. lol i'm so happy i got to hang out w/ them. i had fun.&amp;nbsp;i absolutely &amp;lt;333 my friends. i bought my secret santa person her present! i hope she likes it! &lt;br&gt;childtime was fun too :D sorta. the kids are in love w/ me. danyelle's a dork. i &amp;lt;333 her &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and we've put up decorations in our house! it's whatevers though. it's not enough. i need more. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;oh. my. gosh. okay so my mom and i went to costco and we bought this santa thingie right? it's just like a doll/statue. i dunno what you call it. but yeah. he was just so cute and chubby that i just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to pick him and give him a big big hug. and as i sat there&amp;nbsp;cuddling my santa, i couldn't help but wonder whether it was my &lt;u&gt;loneliness&lt;/u&gt; that had compelled me to cuddle the santa. and then i felt... extremely lonely and retarded. like one of those people who are so incredibly deprived of a guy that they feel the need to hug an &lt;strong&gt;inanimate&lt;/strong&gt; object.. as if &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; would give them love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anybody care to buy me some , &lt;strong&gt;bedroom slippers, a&amp;nbsp;scarf, and mittens&lt;/strong&gt;? my hands and feet are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;freezing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and i don't know how to turn on the heater. oh poo.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-02T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T07:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T07:16:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I think of you when I get out of bed&lt;br&gt;when I say my morning prayer&lt;br&gt;I think of you when I take a shower&lt;br&gt;when hoping you’d join me…&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;I think of you all the time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;I just wonder if you ever think of me too&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today was a &lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;day. i &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; it. but i'm sad. cuz i found out today that dany told scott about my crusty nose. oh poo :[ you suck dany!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i find myself starting to like him &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;more and more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :[ it's depressing. wanting something you know you &lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;have.&amp;nbsp; darnnit&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;on a brighter note, no school tmrrw. :D but i &lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;school. oh well. i need a break. and time to catch up w/ some schoolwork. yeah, i'm a slacker. now why don't you just shut UP. :D &lt;em&gt;i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'm a good person. i did community service at the senior home today. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;bingo night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. :D and my and sarah were making bets. i'm supposed to be her slave starting monday. but then i won the first one so sarah has to.... oh SHE knows what she has to do ;D well, anyways. ooh that grandpa was so cute! what was his name? pedsomethingo? i dunno. i forgot. started with a p though. that's for sure. well yeah, i thought it was realll swt how he was winning candies for everyone. and i got 2 frm him. and virginia. she was so cute. &amp;lt;333333 i love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;old people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;they're so adorable&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so i'm supposed to do some more comm. service (working w/ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;kids&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) &amp;nbsp;w/ dany tmrrw. but i'm not sure if it's gunnna work out since SOMEBODY didn't call back. you homo! oh well. next time. for sure :D hopefully&amp;nbsp;gym and then shopping with my girls tmrrw?&amp;nbsp;yey! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-12-01T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-02T02:33:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-02T02:33:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>1, 2, step- Ciara</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;is here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Overall, today was a good day. i &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; write this entry, explaining every single event of today.. but that's never fun. so &lt;strong&gt;screw that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remember in like. frehsman year.. or junior high... we used to be all crazy about writing notes? well, it's happening to me again. i &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;lt;3333 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;writing notes to friends. makes me happy. but it has to be in marker... i like markers. no, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; markers. they're my best friend.. phoebe had some trippy markers.. they were the type where you use the clear "&lt;strong&gt;magic&lt;/strong&gt;" marker and like write over the other marker colors.. then the color changes. wow. i'm horrible at explaining things. but i think you get the point anyways.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i can't fall asleep lately. it's horrible. so i'm just tired. 24/7&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;secret &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;santa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! woohoo! one for tennis and one among my reg. group of friends. awesome. but lame crystal is going around asking everyone who they have. &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;. it won't be a secret then, you partypooper&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mrs. ross' christmas decorations are so pimp. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm in love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL478/2905754/5865532/75284380.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;PROPS GO TO SUSIE . I &amp;lt;3 YA!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>sleepy. but very happy ;D</title>
    <published>2004-11-30T02:23:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-30T02:23:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today, despite the fact that it's a monday, was a GOOD day. :D yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tiff got me starbucks hot chocolate in the PRETTY RED CUP! that totally made my day. i love that tiff &amp;lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;*spanish was fun because we did nothing and i just talked to Danyelle about my dream with Chubby Eric in it. it was a depressing dream. weird. the boy's a cutie in real life. but he was 15 pounds fatter in my dream. like i said.. depressing.&lt;br /&gt;*history was.. um. oh i don't know what we did in that class&lt;br /&gt;*and then i got my math test back. and i did way better than i expected. so i was happy about that too. yippee :D David's a conceited lil piece of poop. i was like "David i'm so cold!" and he's like. "no you're not. you're just pretending to be because you want my jacket." and i'm like.. "i don't WANT your jacket. you can keep it!" what a poopoo. and he would NOT drop it. i love that david graf, my fave metro dude. him and my other beloved david. :D&lt;br /&gt;*english was just .. weird. i was reading julius caesar out loud to my group.. but i kept interuppting myself. so we kept getting off topic. so in like the 30 minutes we had.. we finished 1 page :D &lt;br /&gt;*lunch. i swear right here.. i got food coma. oh poopoo. so many seagulls! and Matt made fun of me cuz i said, "I'm not STUPID, you meanie!" &lt;br /&gt;*5th i dunno. everything's a blur today. i dunno. i just don't know&lt;br /&gt;*aw poo susan wasn't at school today. but it's okay me and grace talked a lot. lol. PE is such a bore. i'm starting to miss regular p.e. i wanna play sports again :D</content>
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    <title>silly_anna @ 2004-11-28T13:29:00</title>
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    <content type="html">oh it's been a while, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving weekend could've been better. a LOT better. &lt;br /&gt;my momma's hurting so she couldn't give me a ride anywhere. so sadly, the most exciting thing was going to barnes w/ crystal and ghina. or staying at souplantation for 2 and 1/2 hours. you choose. i hope mother feels better soon. but strangely, she's in a better mood these days. weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah'd. today's the last day of the weekend. oh well. i &amp;lt;3 school. or more specifically, the PEOPLE at school. they make me happy. too bad we get homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can change some of my teachers this semester. or else i'm going to cry. my momma said she'll call my counselor though. so yippee!!! i'm such a... i should really get started on my DBQ. i've been sitting in front of this monitor for half an hour. and all i've got down is : ANNA JEON, PERIOD 2, 11/28/04... CONTROVERSIES BETWEEN THE IRISH AND ENGLISH. oh joy.</content>
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