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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:12322</id>
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    <title>ughhhhhh</title>
    <published>2006-04-18T23:38:15Z</published>
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    <lj:music>there it go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Have you ever had one of those days where EVERYTHING seems to go wrong, and everything pisses you off, and everyone you just want to shoot in the face? Well so far every day this week has been exactly like that. Just for some reason everything is putting me in a bad mood. Especially at dance. Lately I've been really unflexible, and on top of that my hips are fucked up as they are 'cause of the whole back issue. So basically...dance requires a lot of flexibility of the hip. which i do not have. so during class like ballet and jazz and point...i struggle with a lot of that. and it pisses me off so much to know that i cant do half the things that i could be doing if my bones and everything werent so messed up. luckily i have an orthopedic appointment in concord like may 19th or something. so thats good.&lt;br /&gt;but im looking forward to this left over easter dinner...with pie. so im going to go sit on my ass and stuff my face.</content>
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    <title>DANCE COMPETITION.</title>
    <published>2006-04-03T23:34:48Z</published>
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    <category term="who the fuck you are you fuckin puca!?"/>
    <lj:music>sign sealed delivered</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So this weekend was flipping AMAZING. Saturday morning I had to wake up early so I could pack and get ready and then head to littleton to get some sponsors for the pageant. Then everyone met with Ashley at the Union Bank in Littleton around noon. SKye, Hayley, Geneveve, Ashley and I all rode in her car and pretty much sang opera and listened to old school music the whole way down to Salem..which as always was entertaining. We all finally go to the red roof inn and it took over an hour to check in. Everyone waited outside on the curb and then it started to rain. So we blasted the music in Erins car and all danced in the rain, which was fun. so after that we got ready and went to the mall. oh lord. what a great time. hayley and skye -- i think you know EXACTLY what and WHO I'm talking about haha. anyways..so then we went back to the inn and i met up with my dad and sheryl. who surprised me and hid in the bathroom until 5 minutes after i was there. oh gosh it was fantastic. Sheryl and I made a quick trip to Walmart and almost got into an accident because she was driving onthe wrong side of the road haha. Once we got back I joined the rest of the girls and we practiced our dance, figured out our makeup, and just had a grand ol' time. Which basically means we didn't get more than 4 hours of sleep. Considering we had to wake up at 5 am in order to be at comp. by 7 30 and we performed at 9. it was so hectic and nerve racking .. but a lot of fun. we were number 2 and it went sooo well. the only thing we lacked was emotion. so we'll jsut have to work on that for next weekend. we got gold. heathers got high gold and a special award and kathys got gold plus a performance oppurtunity in new jersey. it was such a long day. one of the girls from the pageant was there..and her studio was jsut like the one i used to dance at. they won EVERYTHING. these girls are AMAZING. not even exaggerating. they breath drink eat live dance. dance is in their blood. i cant even explain how great these girls really are. oh god, id give anything to dance at a studio like that again. but it was so much fun watching all the dances. i can't wait for starbound in concord this weekend. hopefully maybe we'll do even better.</content>
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    <title>It's nice when reality gives you a big ol' bitch slap.</title>
    <published>2006-03-30T23:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-30T23:06:16Z</updated>
    <category term="..and i&amp;apos;ll do anything to just feel bett"/>
    <lj:music>I want to go home.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well Reality has finally really set in. I don't know what to think of anything anymore. It's been made very clear that I have issues and problems that I need to deal with. Right now it's been really hard and these have been the only ways I've found to make myself feel normal for even a little bit, although that makes no sense cause everything I've been doing is so destructive. Honestly...I really don't think that anything I do will ever make my reputation good again. Because no matter what everyone will just still think of me as the way I am now. But I suppose theres no harm. Actually..first I need to change things and reevaluate everything for ME before I do it for anyone else.  I'm just hoping that after some time people will realize that yeah, ive made some mistakes...ok a lot of mistakes...but that I've changed and I will continue to shape up and get back on the right track. I'm not a bad person, I'm really not. I'm just so sick of trying to let everyone see that. So I've sort of given up lately. I don't know what else to really say without giving my entire life story..and that's really none of anyones buisness anyways. But I hope that whoever reads this will view me in a different light and see that I'm really trying to change things for myself and get back on the right track.</content>
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    <title>Reality Check.</title>
    <published>2006-03-21T23:41:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-21T23:41:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Will Take You Home...ironic, eh?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">umm yeah COOL?! God I'm so fucking PISSED OFF and UPSET. I want to seriously just leave. Oh but guess who can't. oh right ... ME. It's nice to know that my dad is still clean, and paying his child support. That'd explain why were struggling so hard for money these days. FUCKING LOVELY. God damn I dont' feel like typing this shit. I'm taking a shower.</content>
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    <title>Beer, Hair Dye, Bowling.</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T15:43:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T15:43:33Z</updated>
    <category term="don&amp;apos;t go in there...."/>
    <lj:music>Lose Control</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So QUITE the weekend. Friday night I had dance..then went to Troy's with Britt. Holy shit..ok so the next morning Britt and I were pulling out of Irvings, and theres this old man in the passenger seat in this truck FLYING by. And this guy had this arms out straight in front of him, clenched fists, bouncing up and down at like 30 mph it seemed. It was a mix between giving a pretty intense hand job and milking a cow. The FUNNIEST thing I have EVER seen in my life. So then I came home and slept until I had to go to dance. Then Ashley and I hung out for the rest of the day. We looked at some apartments (which were complete pieces of shit) and wandered around. We went to Walmart to look for makeup for competition in 2 weeks. And we decided to color eachothers hair. So we went back to her Aunts house and did it. She's still blonde, just blonder. And I'm still a brunette, just lighter brown. I haven't decided if I like it or not, and I'm afraid to come to school lol. So i'll be the one wearing a hood. Anyways..then I went bowling with Nick, Meghan and two other kids. It was fun and I have the oddest bowling technique. It's like I'm ripping my arm out of the socket haha. And I officially SUCK at pool. But yeah, then I went back to Nick's house to wait for Ashley to get home and watched a movie. So now I'm home doing nothing and procrastinating until work.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:11067</id>
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    <title>Really NEAT people....</title>
    <published>2006-03-16T00:18:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-16T00:18:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Uncle Johns Band</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ugh. This is probably the most annoying thing I have ever experienced in my entire life. I'm so sick of people telling me who I should and shouldn't like..and who I should and shouldn't be interested in. BACK THE FUCK OFF. I hate it. I really do. Jesus christ...it's none of your buisness and if you say that you're just saying it because you care..that's a load of shit. A BIG load of shit. And you know, it's even better when your parents have so much faith in you. I mean parents are supposed to be encouraging and confident in you and whatever, right? Key word - supposed to. Well apparently I'm not going to be any good at tennis. In fact, I'm going to downright BLOW. And I guess there's no point in doing these extra curricular activities if I'm not looking at it as a career or to get any scholarships and if it's going to interfere with everything else. WHAT A LOAD. Seriously...just because you decided to play a sport or try something you might enjoy does NOT mean you have to do it to get a scholarship or to go into it as a career. Honestly. Am I not allowed to just do it to have F.U.N? I guess not. They fucking did this with basketball too. Except for my dad. He pretty much tells me to try ANYTHING I want and is all gung-ho for it. But my mom and Joey like to easily squash the little confidence I have. It's really a lot of fun to listen to.</content>
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    <title>Got Issues?</title>
    <published>2006-03-13T03:34:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-13T03:38:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I will take you home</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Actually..I don't even know. Good night.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:10499</id>
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    <title>Vacation</title>
    <published>2006-03-05T15:54:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T15:54:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well last day of vacation...unfortuately. Actually...vacation wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I didn't go out as much as I had hoped...but I still went out and had a good time. Now school starts again tomarrow. BLeh. That's going to blow. Especially since I have a shitload of homework that I procrastinated on all week. So now I have to do that and help clean the house since Joey is putting in rug again. That'll take a while. But HOLY SHIT. I can not believe my parents are agreeing to this. May 6th I'm going down to Connecticut for their prom. I'm so freakin excited you have no idea! Anyways..enough about that. I'm going to go stop procrastinating and get some of this shit done.</content>
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    <title>Winter Carnival</title>
    <published>2006-02-26T16:31:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-26T16:31:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Magic Carpet Ride (again)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So Winter Carnival was actually a lot of fun. Luckily I didn't stay sick. That would have sucked. And I must say Chris Ohara was the best date. haha. He busted out some pretty sweet dance moves. Even attempted the robot. Aw it was so cute, he even bought me a corsage! I didn't wear it, only because I knew id get it ruined, and it was way to pretty for me to go and do that. Dances are always way more fun when you have a date. Unless you just don't care about that. The last song though I didn't dance with Chris. Tucker and I were going to dance the next slow song, however, someone else asked him. And then I spent like 3 minutes trying to find Chris and he was no where to be found. Oh well. But Sara, Britt, Carolynn, Kayla and I all got ready at Saras house. That was interesting. And of course we ran late, but not by much. The DJ was decent. I've heard better, but then again I have heard worse. But it was a school dance, so what can you expect? But I'm exhausted and feel the need to go watch a movie or something. Then gotta go to work.</content>
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    <title>RANT RAN?!</title>
    <published>2006-02-25T16:54:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-25T16:54:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Oooh Child. (haha oh michelle)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got home like 15 minutes ago, and while I was waiting for my mom to come pick me up I was talking to Michelle online. I haven't really talked to her in a while, at least not as much since she moved. But we talked for soo long this morning and were going to hang out next week soemtime over break. I'm so excited. I can't even explain how excited I am. I think I'm more excited for that than I am for the dance tonight. I love that girl its amazing. She's the type of friend where you do and say the most random things...get into trunks, RANT RAN?, put on mascot heads, build forts, walmart and shaws runs, etc etc etc...and you don't care whether you look like a complete retard or not. You don't feel like you have to constantly impress her or try to be someone your not. We get into fights sometimes, but theyr all pretty silly. But 95% of the time when we do it's only because she is looking out for my best interest and doesn't want me to get hurt. And that is something I can respect. The other 5% is just because I annoy her sometimes haha. But anyways, Michelle has stuck with me through EVERYTHING. And even though she is only 20 minutes away and does come home a lot..it's still not the same seeing her in school everyday. I know it sounds pretty silly but I miss her a lot. More than you could imagine. It's just like how I when I moved from CT up here, I knew I had great friends. I cared for them a lot and I knew I'd miss them. But I didn't realize just how great they were and just how much I'd really miss them until I actually did move. Michelle has always been my best friend, I've always loved that girl, and it's pretty obvious I know I'd miss her. But I guess I took her friendship for granted. Because now that I don't see her everyday and now that things are different I appreciate everything she's done more than ever. I FREAKIN LOVE YOU MICHELLE KING!</content>
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    <title>Birthday Dinner and Moose usually does the trick.</title>
    <published>2006-02-19T15:18:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-19T17:28:37Z</updated>
    <category term="joannie loves chachi..."/>
    <content type="html">Quite the weekend adventures. Let's see...friday night I had dance, which sucked because I haven't been in like 4 weeks. Then Britt came and picked me up and we went to Applebee's for Jenna's birthday dinner. But we stopped at the Irvings in Littleton so I could change and try and look presentable. Anyways so it was Me, Britt, Travis, Jared, Pete, Hillary, Kori, Sean, Matty, Michaela, Toby, Ben and Jenna. I think that entire restaurant hated us. We were so loud. haha. but it was a lot of fun, and jenna looked like she enjoyed it alot. Which is a very good thing. Will Smith was playing in the bathroom and Matty went and danced to it. THAT was entertaining and probably the funniest thing I've ever heard of. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. So then Britt and I decided to take a little trip to Troy's for a while. We only stayed for a few hours because we both needed to be home by 12:30. It was fun though, Chris Colongeli and Dan Parcell were there to. And just my luck Chris spilled beer all over my pants so it looked like i pissed myself. So troy lent me a pair of sweatpants. It was still hilarious though. But ahh me and britt almost died. ok not really. but we ran over a telephone wire and almost hit something. it was so scary on the ride home. So saturday night we went over to Troy's again. This time a little more eventful. Same people came over. We ended up watching Dodgeball twice, for some odd reason. Then started playing some drinking games. Caps first..which I am not good at. But a lot better than beirut. Then we played mooose. Now I've never played moose, nor have i heard of it, so that was an adventure. Unfortunately I got the moose twice and it was probably the worst thing I have ever tasted. Not to mention the smell. The first one was a mixture of this gatorade and vodka drink...kaluha....beer...and something else. The second was just beer and vodka. But disgusting just the same. Chris and I tied for the third moose, but he was kind and he took it considering I was already "under the weather". Thank god. I was planning on going home that night, however at this point I was way past the point of no return. There was no way I could go home. So I called Myles, because Troy wanted him to come over and hang out for a while anyways, to see if he'd come pick me up and I'd go to like Matt's or something and crash. He said he would but never showed up. So I don't know what happened there. Whatever. So kindly Troy said I could crash at his house. So now I'm home recovering from the weekend and getting ready for work.</content>
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    <title>Fucking mind games</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T03:01:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-17T03:01:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bubble toes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't understand why I cease to learn from my mistakes. It really confused me as to why I can't just stop and forget about it all. It's really silly actually. I mean I am well aware of what is going on, with facts and people who are only trying to help. But I don't ever want to see it or admit that it is true. So instead I just keep digging myself deeper into a situation that will only hurt me ten times more than it is already. I'm such a fucking fool, and I'll be the first to admit it. Whatever. I'm fucking exhausted and still have a shitload of homework to do. Night</content>
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    <title>drinkupgohome @ 2006-02-15T20:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-16T01:21:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ugh. What a horrible day. I don't even know exactly why either. But, do you ever have those days where just everyone and everything irritates the fuck out of you? Well today was one of those days. Just everything pissed me off and I can't wait for this day to be over. Not to mention I'm getting very sick of all the petty comments that people feel necessary to say to me. And it's all based around my weight and size. They either say "wow, nicole your eating" or that I don't eat enough and when I do it's all health food, I'm too weak and not strong enough, but then they say that I work out way to much. Umm ok who the fuck are they to judge me based upon my fucking weight and shit? It really pisses me off because my entire life people have felt it necessary to comment to me about my size. So basically based upon that no one ever takes me seriously. So why do you think I never speak what's on my mind? Oh yeah, theres NO point. Because whenever I do they either a) laugh in my face (literally) b) just shrug it off and think nothing of it or think that i'm trying to be cool or c)show no respect for me at all. I'm almost positive everyone thinks I'm a total space cadet and I lack all common sense. But I'm going to go because I am expecting a phone call.</content>
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    <title>MMMM</title>
    <published>2006-02-11T21:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-11T21:51:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pablo Picaso</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I finally went to the doctors. I went on Thursday and my doctor confirmed that I do have scoliosis. The good news is that its not serious enough for surgery and 99% most likely I wouldn't need a brace. And even better I don't need to quit basketball or stop doing dance. So that is a major plus. So then I went to the hospital at 6am, had to wake up at 4:30 mind you, to get some xrays done. My results should be back by Monday, and we'll figure out whether I need physical therapy or whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had another game. And my dad decided to come up. Surprisingly, Sheryl came up too. Which was such a nice fucking surprise. I wasn't sure if I was excited to see my dad or nervous or just not wanting him to at all. But it actually wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...so I'm just staying home for the weekend. Joey has a couple friends up so theyr all going out so I have to babysit for the night.</content>
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    <title>Let me show you a chamber....</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T18:32:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T18:32:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What an interesting weekend, thats for sure. Went to Kelly's last night. Molly Alexa Liz Amelia Dan Haywood Steven Bonnie and I were all there. The whole night is much of a blur right now but it was fun. Liz and I got locked in a "chamber", as she liked to call it haha. It was very random. We did happen to play some very gangster music though, that was entertaining. Liz wanted to get ahold of Mike but we didn't know his cell phone number. So we called his house and asked his mom but she said that he didn't have it on and to take a message. So we said just to say Liz and Nicole called. I think we ended up calling again like 10 minutes later. I fell asleep on the floor and it was FREEZING. So now my back and neck are all out of whack. But right before I was going to bed I had the phone next to me and started making all these random ass phone calls. Like really really random. I ended up dialing a few numbers where I just made them up haha. So right now I am feeling very very sick. I almost never get hangovers. But this one is bad. So I'm going to go back to sleep now.</content>
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    <title>So DARLING DARLING..........</title>
    <published>2006-02-04T04:50:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-04T04:50:41Z</updated>
    <category term="knock 3 times on the ceiling if you want"/>
    <lj:music>Stand By Me (thanks to Sara) It's stuck in my head!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sara Bucharelli is quite the character. lol. in a good way of course. So we left the last half of spanish to go do some yearbook stuff. goldhouse donated 25 pizza rounds and boxes for that whole superbowl sunday thing. which is such a relief. Then we went to her house and hung out for a while. I attempted to do her hair a little lol and then made our way over to Maplewood to drop off pizza flyers. Probably one of the oddest situations I've encountered in quite a while. I can't explain it. It'll just sound stupid. You really had to be there. But we did play some pretty good music. You have no idea haha&lt;br /&gt; we had another game tonight. Which resulted in another loss. I've gotten pretty used to it so I'm not really surprised or affected. Which I'm guessing is a bad thing. Anyways, so then I had to go to dance for like 30 minutes cause I haven't been in about a month. Came home and worked out and watched the Notebook. Which is my new favorite movie. Besides Blow. I could watch those two movies FOREVER and not get sick of either of them.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I have dance at fucking 9 am tomarrow until 11:30. I absolutely love dance, don't get me wrong. But this whole morning deal is getting ridiculous. I like to sleep in. And Saturdays and maybe Sundays sometimes are my only days where I can do that. Then I'm pretty sure I'm going over to Sara's to help her and Britt with their hair for littletons winter carnival. And after that, I have no idea what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting really tired. So I'm off to bed.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:7746</id>
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    <title>stress is a major downfall</title>
    <published>2006-02-03T03:47:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-03T03:47:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Contact</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So lately has been going fairly well. This is the last month of basketball so maybe I can actually make it to dance more often and get some homework done other than struggling to get it done in another class. Although that is working out quite nicely. I am actually very stressed out at this moment. I have so much shit to do. So I don't know why I'm wasting my time writing in this stupid online thing. But whatever. I am really dreading report cards. Actually not really. Ok maybe a little. The only grade I'm worried about is Anatomy. That and geometry is going to bring my average down SO much. Which will not make my parents happy. Which will then not make me happy. Because who is happy after being yelled at for being a slacker? (Which I am NOT). Anyways...plus yearbook. Were supposed to be selling pizzas for superbowl sunday. But I think I've sold maybe three? But even 3 is pushing it. But at least I get to get off of work Sunday night. Which is mucho exciting. So thats that. Schools going ok other than the whole grades situation. Rumours and stories have sort of died down, so that is a major plus. However, I did happen to find out some interesting and shocking news. Ok not so shocking on one persons part. But still. I'm not mad or upset or anything. Just jealous. But that's a natural feeling. And theres nothing I can do. And it's none of my buisness nor does it really concern me at all. So it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;Well it's about time I go make my bread/cake type thing that my mom found after 15 minutes of digging. So this particular girl had better be pleased tomarrow morning. Or I will flip. I almost did this morning in class. Sorry that I'm not spoiled and get everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Some people just need to never open their mouths. Ever.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:7590</id>
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    <title>Crunkkkkk</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T17:27:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T17:27:34Z</updated>
    <category term="take me away from here"/>
    <content type="html">So my weekend ended up turning around. I had a feeling it was going to be absolutely horrible and I'd be stuck home. But thankgod I went out. Or I would have gone insane. Twas a very good time. All you need to know is I did not stay in my regular state of mind for very long. ha. Lucky me.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:7262</id>
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    <title>Abso-fucking-lutely wonderful</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T01:27:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T01:27:41Z</updated>
    <category term="...little girl lost in a forest of dream"/>
    <lj:music>I will Take you home</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's shit like this that makes me want to just give up. Game sucked and yet again I played only like 2 minutes. But that's no surprise considering I suck worse than my grandparents. Whatever. Then I get blown off AGAIN. Don't make plans with me if you don't intend on keeping them. I love how everyone can feel as if they can just blow me off and think nothing of it. Meanwhile, I'm stuck home. I can't drive myself anywhere cause I won't have a license until summer. Everyone seems to have a life and actual friends who WANT to hang out. Unlike myself. And home is just fucking retarded. Which is why I'm so god damn eager to just LEAVE. I hate being here. It'd be nice if someone would show me a true friendship. Fuck everything.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:7116</id>
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    <title>HighSchool Drama</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T01:49:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-23T01:49:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bullet and a target</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. I'm the type of person who wants everyone to like me and I want to be able to please everyone. I hate when someone is mad at me or when someone talks shit and spreads shit about me. It really drives me insane. But I've realized that no matter what you do or say you are NEVER going to please everyone. Not now. Not tomarrow. Not in 50 years. It's just not going to happen. I take things way to seriously and look to far into things and complicate EVERYTHING. I really need to stop that. But some of the decisions I've been making lately really has given me a bad reputation. Whether people believe some of the stories or not...It's not giving me a good name. And I don't like that. It's not even so much what others think of me (I mean thats a very big part) but what it comes down to is what I think of me. That is my biggest concern. So I'm doing some re-evaluating and doing a lot more careful thinking when I go out and who I hang out with. Maybe I won't be going out as much or hanging out with the same people. But it will end up benefiting me, so that's all that really matters right now. I just need to get back on the right track and hopefully I'll forgive myself for some of the choices I've made. And I'm also going to try and stop taking everything so close to heart and stop being all depressed and shit. Everyone has shit to deal with. Some just deal with it better than others. But I'm trying to find better coping mechanisms then getting all sorts of fucked up every weekend and not eating much.&lt;br /&gt;I got let off of work early and I'm very tired so i'll probably go do some studying and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:6728</id>
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    <title>Families are fun, eh?</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T23:34:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-14T23:34:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bullet and a target</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My dad is a fucking tool. Case closed. I'm to pissed off to explain my wonderful nightly encounter with that god damn asshole. Just thought I'd share it with the world what a douche he is!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:6439</id>
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    <title>Bleh</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T16:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T16:28:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Waiting on the wonderful</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't even know where to start. I'm not in a very good mood and would rather break someones legs than to continue with this bullshit. I'm sick of everything. Basketball, dance, school, work, the whole social life, family, etc etc. It's all getting to be too much for me and I can't handle it. I'm mentally and physically exhausted. I'm going to the doctors on friday for scoliosis. I have a pediatrist appointment the 25th because my feet are all fucked up. I'm starting to get sick. My grades are slipping. I'm very very tired and have no energy or drive/ambition to do any of the things I usually enjoy. I'm a little fucking sick and tired of liars and bullshitters. They really piss me off. I don't know what else to say except for everything is going horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to Matt/Mikes for the night. Long story short got trashed. Almost the worst I've ever been. Couldn't do anything except fall, throw up, drink some more, and cry. A lot. Not fun. Not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Michelle's and we watched Team America. Well most of it. I fell asleep so we just went to bed. Then her mom made pancakes for us in the morning and we watched spongebob. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home procrastinating on my anatomy, geometry, and english homework and I have to work later. Which I'm not looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;The only person(s) that I can really say thankyou too is Sarah and Kathryn and Sara Buccarelli. So far they've been the ones that have helped me through everything and not judged me for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and going to go sleep for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck everything.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:6329</id>
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    <title>Chinese Restaurants and Presents!</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T15:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T15:54:33Z</updated>
    <category term="heyroo hans"/>
    <lj:music>suns gonna rise</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well the holidays are over. Which is kind of a bummer. But then again it was a very nice vacation. Friday morning/afternoon me, my brother, mom and joey drove down to somewhere in new jersey to go to my uncle mikes house to meet up with him my uncle rich and the grandparents. Christmas there is always fun because it's a small part of the family and they always give nice meaningful gifts. But theres just something about an 8 hour car drive down there with no batteries for my dvd player or cd player, with the window open, shitty music on the radio and a seat belt clicker in thingy that keeps going up your ass that doesn't quite please me. haha. so then sunday morning we met my dad and went down to another part of new jersey to see my dads side of the family. talk about one fucking disfunctional and hectic family. the rest of the family was great. except for well...my uncle bill. i love that man to death but he is a lowlife fuck up. ever since he recently divorced my aunt julie hes been drinking and doing drugs 23048290348 times more than he usually does. and now hes $20,000 in debt. he said he wasnt coming down for xmas day cause he rather spend it with his trashy ass girlfriend, teresa. but hed come down two days later. he didnt cause he couldnt afford it. which is understandable. but how about we try NOT spending out paychecks at the bar, huh1? anyways.. so then i headed up to CT for a few days. I wanted to see kathryn, kate, christina and katie SO bad. But just my luck everyone was busy. Except for kathryn.but we couldnt think of anything fun to do. so i sure hope that next time we can all get together cause i miss like fucking crazy. but i did however get to see sheryl,gabby, alexi, kellie and my sister kyle. we went to the mohegan sun for lunch and for the kids to play at kids quest. so of course i ended up playing cause im a dork like that haha. but then me and kyle went tanning. which was nice cause now im not as pale as a ghost. sheryl and i went to my dads to do laundry. 3 whole loads. and it took forever. i ended up sleeping at her house. THANK GOD. I did NOT want to be with my dad. hes playing the role of CAptain ASshole quite nicely.but anyways...so then he picked me up 6:30 in the morning to meet my mom half way. &lt;br /&gt;so its new years eve. unfortunately we had practice. and for some reason it was very hard. bleh. so then i went snowboarding with ashleys boyfriend nick, some kid josh, and nick pierce. which was a pretty good fucking time. i can't understand why i am comfortable around a group of guys and me being the only girls than i am around a group of girls. its not cause i want to do all of them if thats what your thinking. girls are just more catty and competitive with one another. but oh well. then i headed over to matt guays house for the night where basically everyone was fucked up. so that was fun of course. i actually was planning on doing something else, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i have to go get ready for the game and finish the last 15 minutes of TEAM AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah my christmas pictures are in my photobucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y38/throughthickandthin/"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/y38/throughthickandthin/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:6117</id>
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    <title>MINDY I LOVE YOU</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T03:25:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T03:25:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So here you go Mindy....thankyou very much for my 2nd birthday present. Twas incredible!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drinkupgohome:5883</id>
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    <title>Birthday</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T00:40:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-12T00:40:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This was most likely the lamest birthday in the history of birthdays. i went over mikes then liz's on friday night. and that was a lot of fun. and i was expecting to go out on saturday night but some plans fell through, but its all good. and today britt and sara came over and baked me  acake and bought me skittlse. then me and sara watched titanic for eight hours doing our english project. and THAT was fucking annoying. a lot of fun with sara but exhausting as well. its not even so much that i didnt really go out or do anythign special for my 16th....its more the fact that people (like sara and britt and kayla and even mitch) who i just recently started being really good friends with these past few months have remembered my birthday and what not and baked me a cake (which was veryyyy good) but people, and my very best friends, who I've known forEVER...can't. It's kind of a blow to my ego. I mean I don't expect everyone to remember my bday..thats a little self centered..but still.  But whatever. Shit happens. I'm going to go make a phone call...</content>
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