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  <title>WHAT THE HELL</title>
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  <updated>2006-07-19T21:26:09Z</updated>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-19T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T21:26:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T21:26:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">NEW LJ- our_mantra&lt;br /&gt;NEW LJ- our_mantra&lt;br /&gt;NEW LJ- our_mantra&lt;br /&gt;NEW LJ- our_mantra&lt;br /&gt;NEW LJ- our_mantra&lt;br /&gt;NEW LJ- our_mantra&lt;br /&gt;NEW LJ- our_mantra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-19T03:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T08:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T08:15:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to make a new livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them though.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-19T03:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T08:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T08:13:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went downstairs to find a short animated movie.  Something that was like an hour and a half.  I walk down the steps and look by the TV and my dad was sleeping on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also up really late.  Later than my mom and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's going on.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-17T03:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T09:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-17T09:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">KH and MSI was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got seperated from Courtney, Matt Drake, and Jose, but we found them afterwards so it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm me and Jess talked to Mat Devine (srsly.fox) and then I accidently cut off a hello hug asking for a signing.  But I hugged him back later.  Of course.  Ummmm.  Yeah.  And we talked about the Milwaukee show and how Jess was sick and he was like "awww. oh no!" and then we told him the show was amazing and he took our picture.  Which was cute.  But I probably look like a big old gay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked to Dan and he was really nice.  Super.  Super tall.  Even for me.  haha.  Ummm yeah.  he was sweet, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then no one could sleep in the hotel later.  We all kept waking up.  Me and Jess were sharing the pull out bed and we heard some drunks at like 5 am and then we had the tv on mute and we all saw various Full House, Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron, etc. shows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the morning we all got ready, blahblhablha, AND WALKED TO EFFIN NAVY PIER IN THE 95 DEGREE HEAT.  IT WAS TERRIBLE.  and a 20 minute walk.  Then Jess's dad picked us up and took us the the train station, Jess obviously stayed with them to see the loved ones later.  We waited like two hours.  Me and Courtney attempted to sleep.  But our plan was ruined by screaming children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home.  I was tired.  Couldn't sleep.  Ate dinner.  Couldn't sleep.  Watched tv.  Couldn't sleep.  But exhausted.  Talked to Jess.  STILL couldn't sleep.  Put in Charlie and the Choc. Factory at around 11.  Finally fell asleep in my dad's chair and woke up at like 2:45 and headed to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept till one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't even change out of my pajamas.  How's that for disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be going to Ruthy's to bake and decorate a cake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: RUTHY.  I'M GOING TO CALL YOU TOMORROW AFTERNOON.  MY AUNT WILL DRIVE ME TO YOUR HOUSE BECAUSE SHE'S OVER HERE.  I'LL CALL YOU AND FIND OUT IF I NEED TO BRING ANYTHING.  KAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-14T12:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-14T17:39:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-14T17:39:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MSI/KH DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney is getting me in like a couple minutes because I'm running errands with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:FD:FDF:D:F</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-12T00:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T05:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T05:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't stop listening to The Calender Hung Itself... by Bright Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to cry.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-12T00:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T05:19:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T05:19:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm venting to Nicole about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy she's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there has been a lot of ranting and upsetting things going on today.  With all of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it honestly feels good to rant about &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; to someone other than my mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-11T22:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T03:48:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T03:48:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OTHER FRIENDS: Never ask for food&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Call your parents mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, Damn...we fucked up...but that shit was fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Are for a while.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "Bitch, you better drink the rest of that, you know we don't waste!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER FRIENDS: Will ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;WISCONSIN FRIENDS: Will repost this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz.&lt;br /&gt;tis true.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-11T17:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T22:53:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T22:54:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To _________:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? &lt;br /&gt;And does she sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? &lt;br /&gt;Does she walk around all day at school with her feet inside your shoes? &lt;br /&gt;Looking down every few steps to pretend she walks with you. &lt;br /&gt;Does she know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and does she cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Does she lay awake listening to your breath? &lt;br /&gt;Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. &lt;br /&gt;Is she coughing now on a bathroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;For every speck of tile there are a thousand more &lt;br /&gt;that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. &lt;br /&gt;In every city, memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest."&lt;br /&gt;I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees &lt;br /&gt;and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a &lt;strike&gt;girl&lt;/strike&gt; boy with a broken jaw that his father gave to him. &lt;br /&gt;He had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. &lt;br /&gt;In a story told he was a little boy in a red-rouge, &lt;br /&gt;sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. &lt;br /&gt;And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. &lt;br /&gt;And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You make me happy when the skies are gray &lt;br /&gt;You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands &lt;br /&gt;stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-10T21:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T02:58:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T02:58:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THE RULES :&lt;br /&gt;- List ten things you want to say to people but know you never will.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't say who they are, use people only once.&lt;br /&gt;- All who read this must post in their own journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate how you've changed and I hate how you only care about the most unimportant things in the world.  Money doesn't matter.  Well, it helps, but it isn't all  you should think about.  I worry about you being lonely all the time.  Because a lot of times, I can't stand being near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have a one-track mind and it gets annoying.  I only hear one kind of thing coming out of your mouth. I still have hard feelings for some of the things you've done, but I'll eventually get over it. And I love you nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still don't know how I feel about you.  If I actually do like you, 1) it would never work out and 2) you wouldn't feel the same way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think you are stuck up.  I think you expect way more respect than you deserve.  You take care of people but people don't like getting things shoved in their face.  You do. not. deserve any more respect than people give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss you.  Really.  I really really miss you.  And I get the feeling you don't care anymore or that you are pulling away from everyone and everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm tired of you always being depressed, no matter how horrible that sounds.  I honestly can't tell if you are being serious about your depression anymore.  Sometimes it seems like it is all just an act to get attention and a rise out of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think it was wrong of you to do that to him.  I think you are childish and I think you are completely immature for your age.  I think that you are skeezy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think you are incredibly judgemental.  You state that you are oh-so open minded, but if someone walks by in sunglasses and a white belt, automatically they are a terrible annoying scene kid.  This persons haircut makes them this certain label.  It's annoying.  Learn to accept people for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I think it sucks how you pulled yourself away from everyone.  All everyone ever did was love you and that still wasn't good enough for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You have terrible self-esteem problems.  People wouldn't notice it at first, but you do.  Maybe it's just because I know you so well.  But you do.  And I think you need some help.  You are constantly down and it's hard to watch someone I love so much so depressed.  Even when you are laughing and smiling, I can tell you aren't as happy as you deserve to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO THIS.  IT REALLY MAKES YOU FEEL A LOT BETTER. THANK YOU NICOLE.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-10T18:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T23:51:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T23:51:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You, well you need to stop acting like you rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;You need to stop acting like you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand you have this uncanny way of making people not want to be near you.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, now you say you don't care.  But when you get older and you are sitting in your small one bedroom apartment eating dinner by yourself, well then maybe you'll come to realize people don't like being treated like worthless pieces of garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YOU.  Maybe you should start acting like the "head of the house"  That's how you want to be treated, so stop acting more immature than your 15 year old daughter who just watches from the sidelines as you fight with the know it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you.  &lt;i&gt; YOU. &lt;/i&gt;  You were happy when I talked to you 3 hours ago.  Happy that I passed a test.  Happy.  No more than two hours later, you are sobbing.  Maybe everything would be better if it was just you and I.  Maybe, as much as I hate to say it, everything would be better if the know it all left.  Maybe he wouldn't get so upset that the shower cuts out two times in the middle of taking one.  Maybe he wouldn't be so caulous.  \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, no one wants to hear you sobbing an hour after a fight about how you are sick of there being "no joy in this house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's your fault.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my fault for not stopping it.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I know who's fault it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you, know it all, you need to be treated specially.  People need to walk on egg shells around you.  You know how to push people's buttons.  You know what makes people pissed off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to make things terrible.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-10T18:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T23:26:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T23:26:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">3 on the AP Euro test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that great, but it's passing.  so i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just so happy I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am qualified, whatever that means.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-10T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T05:26:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T05:26:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;SO THIS IS HOW JESS REALLY FEELS ABOUT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R3CYCL3D phrases: Alyssa, you are so lucky the deer didnt kill you with your window down&lt;br /&gt;revealxourdemise: i know.&lt;br /&gt;revealxourdemise: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;revealxourdemise: but i'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;R3CYCL3D phrases: dmnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHNX.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-08T15:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T20:04:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T20:04:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">JESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i AM PICKING YOU UP.  AT 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE READY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not answering your phones, so I left the message here.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-08T01:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T07:01:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T07:01:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Events of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch/shopping with the mother till 5&lt;br /&gt;5-7:30 nothing.&lt;br /&gt;8-9 hair cut&lt;br /&gt;9-11- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;11-1:30 Clerks at the Freak Show with Kelly, Lea, and Tommy.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-07T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T03:08:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T03:08:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I just got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side comes down to about the bottom of my jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side goes a little past my jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back is short and the top kind of spikes up a bit, going into the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bangs are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's short and I'm not used to it but my mom likes it and when it grows out, it will be fkkn cute as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm just not used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how it is cute, but I always had my security flaps, as me and Sarah called them, where they cover the sides of your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT definately short enough on top to do a fauxhawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetz0rz</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-04T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T06:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T06:14:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you had more than 5 different boyfriends/girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;yes.  I have had 3947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been to church?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cried yet?&lt;br /&gt;yes.  I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did someone close to you pass away?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stayed up all night?&lt;br /&gt;heh.  just about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Drank starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Went shopping?&lt;br /&gt;yes.  srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Went camping?&lt;br /&gt;no, bittttttttch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;I've been to the lakefront?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bought something for over $200?&lt;br /&gt;not one thing.  but i have definately spent over 200 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Met someone new?&lt;br /&gt;um.   YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Been out of state?&lt;br /&gt;YES.  MINNESOTA AND KANSAS/MISSOURI IDK WHICH ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Gone Snowboarding?&lt;br /&gt;Oh of course.  With our lack of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Slept in someone elses bed?&lt;br /&gt;Um.  I don't remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Snuck someone over?&lt;br /&gt;Noo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Snuck out of your own house?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Been to a bar?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, duh.  That's where i picked up all my boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Lied?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. gotten a car?&lt;br /&gt;No.  I don't DOOOO cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Gone over your cell phone bill?&lt;br /&gt;No.  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Been called a tease?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  By my boyfriends.  All at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Drove somewere?&lt;br /&gt;Not personally.  BECAUSE I CAN'T DRIVE, THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Lasts...]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;2 books at Barnes and Noble.  The Hairstyles of the Damned by Joe something andd Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk.  WOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Honestlyyyyyyy.  My mom.  Or Jess and Courtney.  but they were a dual hug.  Nope def. the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you took a bath/shower?&lt;br /&gt;Last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;I never feel stupid.  I can do no wrong.  Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;WTF? WHEN DID I MAKE CHRIS CRY?  Um.  I think my sister.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who you watched a movie with?&lt;br /&gt;My parents.  srslyyy.  like 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with?&lt;br /&gt;Probably Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile most?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up at around ONEEEEEEEE and then i got ready and then my sister came home for her lunch break and seeing as that her car is in the shop she's been using the van so my mom is off work so we decided that we were just going to drop her back off at work and then we were going to go shopping and then I bought the previous mentioned books and got lunch with the mother at panera.  Then I came home.  I went online.  I ate dinner.  I watched TV.  I slept.  I woke up.  I started a book.  I watched a movie.  And here I am.  INTERESTING!! shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that's stuck in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;TWO OF HEARTSSS TWO HEARTS THAT BEAT AS ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STACEY Q, BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-01T23:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-02T04:35:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-02T04:35:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AND I CAN GO TO NINE INCH NAILSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEAR LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FOREVER IN DEBT TO JESS'S DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE THAN I ALREADY AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH GODDDDDD.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-01T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T21:16:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">MY PHONE&lt;br /&gt;IS OPERATING CORRECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-07-01T00:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T05:28:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">THERE HATH BEEN AN ACCIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVOLVING MY PHONE, SWIMMING SUITS, JEANS, AND A TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN SHORT, MY PHONE FLEW INTO KATIE'S TOILET WHILE I WAS CHANGING INTO MY SWIMMING SUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIS AIRING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CALL FOR LIKE, 2 DAYS OR UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHNX</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-06-27T13:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T18:25:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I wrote this last night after me and Jess had a very indepth conversation concerning religion and I'm posting it here so I can get your feedback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one of those nights where you are kept awake not by a fear or a disease but by your own mind.  I can't stop thinking about, well, life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has been plaguing me is the thought of death.  At random moments in my life, all o f asudden I'll remember that this is all temporary.  That I won't be young forever, that one day, everything dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then death.  Why would we have this terrible, beautiful, elaborate world and then nothing.  Maybe there is something.  I pray there is something.  That's all I can make for the actual point of life.  Be good while you are human and you'll get to be in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time believing that, if you use the Christian standard of getting into heaven, that you have to believe in Jesus as your savior.  How could the Christian God, who is loving and strong, just dispose of his creations if they don't believe in him when they were given free will.  And if we are talking about the Christian religion being the correct religion, wouldn't it be the fault of the believers for not trying hard enough to convert the "lost souls"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why WOULD God give us the choice.  It's not like the point of life can be helping the homeless or curing a disease.  If there were no humans or life, there would be no homeless or diseases.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can possibley make of it is if we do well in this life, we'll be better in the after life.  And what would that entitle?  Better food?  More TV channels in heaven?  Those are the things humans value, I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get that feeling when it dawns on you that the world is just a planet.  Another rock in some God's collection? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine time ever being wasted.  No matter what you do with your life, death is still inevitable.  And sure, try and make your life on earth as good as it can be.  But why even go through it in the first place?  This isn't so kind of "UGHH WHY ARE WE HERE I WANT TO DIE" thing.  I'm honestly asking.  It's an endless circle.  The point of life is to be good, but it's going to end, so why be good, because you have to to get into heaven, but why do we EXIST?  So why do anything?  Why do nothing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only explanation I can get is that through what you do in this life determines the afterlife.  But why go through either?  Why were we created or formed by a bang in the solar system or intelligently designed?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it night's like tonight where girl's minds are plagued with the thoughts of existence that serve as a type of entertainment to a higher power?  Are we like a movie or video game to them?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there is no higher power, then no reasoning can be made as to why we are here.  Unless there is a heaven without God, which I guess isn't hard to imagine.  But then who would judge who gets the best room or bed or food or computer or iPod?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone goes to heaven.  If they got through life, they deserve heaven, right?  But then what about the murderers and rapists and pedophiles?  Do they just rot?  Maybe getting into Heaven all has to do with how clean your conscience is.  Or maybe God judges you.  Or maybe you judge yourself and God watches from the sidelines and reserving all veto power.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are right.  There is no mention of Hell in here.  Personally, I find it hard to believe in hell.  This will go back to any religion.  Most believe we were created by a God or something like that.  So why would a god create something as complex and free-thinking as a human and just throw them in the trash if they abused their time.  I guess I believe that nothing happens to people who would qualify for entry to hell.  I guess they get buried and stay there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE it all has to do with the soul.  Maybe some people were born with a soul and some weren't.  And maybe the cold blooded serial killers who never repent and the serial rapists and the child molesters were born without one.  Maybe normal people were.  Maybe if you have a soul, it goes to heaven regardless.  Small sins don't count here.  Like, punching someone or stealing 10 dollars from your mom don't qualify for having no soul.  I mean the truly evil people.  Hitler.  Ed Gein.  People along those lines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my mind is expanding and stretching but no matter how much it tries, it cannot comprehend what the point is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-27-06&lt;br /&gt;3:19 A.M.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-06-27T12:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T17:14:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">DEAR EVERYONE WHO CARES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS WE ALL KNOW, I'M A CREEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE WAS DEFINATELY JUST AN AMERICAN JUSTICE ON ABOUT THE CLUB KIDS AND MICHAEL ALIG AND FREEZE KILLING ANGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AS WE ALL KNOW, COURTNEY IS A CREEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE MADE ME TAPE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I HAVE ALL OF THE SHOW, MINUS THE FIRST 10 MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the like, 2 people that are reading this and care can watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm pretty sure it's the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some James St. James and ELKE! and Screamin' Jenny and of course Michael.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-06-26T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T18:47:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 THINGS YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME (or did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ARE YOU SHY?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?&lt;br /&gt;Both, homes.  I can kick some ass if I feel the need.  But only if I feel the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking death and spiders and centipedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF REALITY TV?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT SCENT DO YOU WEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Miso Pretty, Cherry Blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;Black with white letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;Not much.  When I have my iPod on it's deck and I'm listening to music and it's plugged into the bathroom.  And that's not all that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?&lt;br /&gt;No dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ANY SECRET TALENTS?&lt;br /&gt;If I had a talent, why would it be secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?&lt;br /&gt;Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh...I pick at my nails?  But not often.  I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;Hull yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO?&lt;br /&gt;Only like 93740 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU GIVE A DANG ABOUT THE OZONE?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOSTIE POP?&lt;br /&gt;You don't lick you suck.  HAHAH I LIKE RUTHY'S ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARD?&lt;br /&gt;Ha.  I got to z.  Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENER?&lt;br /&gt;Electric.  Who likes the manual?  That requires EFFORT.  And usually they BREAK MY PENCILS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;I would hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.  But sometimes it's really messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?&lt;br /&gt;Some medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU"?&lt;br /&gt;I think my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. IS ELVIS STILL ALIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;br /&gt;All ways.  I love eggs.  Shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?&lt;br /&gt;Some.  But there are some dumb people of every hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?&lt;br /&gt;In your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;1:39 P.M. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;br /&gt;Assy, Assyla, idk Tommy calls me a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?&lt;br /&gt;Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday to go to Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy soaking in my dirt.  SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?&lt;br /&gt;No.  I wish.  Less money spent on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.  I NEED THE DARK TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?&lt;br /&gt;Your mother.  Actually.  Idk. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL YES I CAN.  AND WE HAVE ALL BEARED WITNESS TO THE LOUD CRACKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Once &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Pajamas because I'm a lazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I actually do.  Except when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, THAT is my secret talent.  No.  But I get that dream dejavu all the fuckin time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;I used to play bass.  But then I got bored with it.  So if anyone would like to buy a bass that's in perfect condition, hit me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN MONEY?&lt;br /&gt;Ha, yeah.  From my dad.  His money drawer.  It's all change.  I've stolen my share of quarters from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. CAN YOU SNOWBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;I've never tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the kind of camping that is in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. DO YOU SNORT WHEN YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;No.  But I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. ARE DOGS MANS BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;My puppy is sleeping next to me.  She's my favorite.  Probably.  I don't ever FIGHT with my dog, now do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?  People should be happy.  And if being divorce makes them happy, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?&lt;br /&gt;No dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?&lt;br /&gt;I try not to, but I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Last night...ummm...some carmel filled kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?&lt;br /&gt;All the muhfuckin time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 pairs of their pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. FAVORITE BAND AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear Lord.  Anti-Flag, AFI, The Dresden Dolls, STACEY Q LOLZ COURTNEY!, KillRadio, Taking Back Sunday, I DON'T KNOW.  SO MUCH MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-06-22T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-23T04:00:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today was an absolutely wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I think I'm one of those people that people talk about, saying that they just fall away from people without really noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people gradually fall away from me, I usually don't notice for a long time.  And then I do nothing to help the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jake, honestly, I really miss you.  And it took me so long to notice we never saw each other anymore.  Like you have your boyfriend and I have friends up here and I just wish we could see each other.  I still consider you one of my best friends, but I honestly think we've fallen apart.  And I'm not complaining and I'm not going to yell at you because I know it's partly my fault.  I mean we both have other things going on in our lives, and we'll find time to hang out more.  I trust that.  But it seems neither of us is really going out of our way to talk anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Taylor, we're both like that, where we can fall apart from people if it's gradual.  Like, remember when we were so fucking close?  When we would spend like every goddamn day together for like 2 weeks straight?  We both just kind of...fell apart.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are nights like tonight when I realize that it can take me a long time to notice when someone is not there unless I see them a lot.  Which makes no sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I mean if they are someone I'm used to seeing every day, and then I stop seeing them, then I'll notice.  But if it's someone I don't see often, like Jake or Taylor, it takes me a while to realize we're not talking.  But with other people, people I am used to seeing, it hangs on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Ruthy.  I can't even tell  you how much I miss you.  I miss seeing you all the time and hanging out with you and your family.  You are all the best people in the world. I really miss you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I need to work at being a better friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, I didn't see Tommy or Chris for months on end, and now I see them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can hope.</content>
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    <title>storyxatxthree @ 2006-06-21T14:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T19:59:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">"Depleted Uranium is used on the ends of bullets &lt;br /&gt;and on the ends of shells because it is so hard {that}&lt;br /&gt;almost any armament is vulnerable to something that is tipped with Depleted Uranium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were throwing it away until they figured out they could use it for armament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a hospital in Southern Iraq, and a woman was there with a very deformed child and her husband had been in the Iraqi Army and had been &lt;br /&gt;in the battles in Southern Iraq and came home and they produced a baby with very severe malformations... Both the Leukemia rates in children and &lt;br /&gt;malformations at birth had increased by 600% &lt;br /&gt;and it was clearly an epidemic where all this DU had been dumped... It becomes a dust that can be inhaled and infect the blood stream and the rest of the body and it was the opinion of the doctors there that this was caused by depleted uranium...They simply saw this as being a direct result of the war by United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "Women {in Iraq} at the time of birth don't ask if &lt;br /&gt;it's a boy or a girl, they ask: Is it normal?'...The military denies first, and then after the evidencebuilds to the point where they can no longer deny, then they do the research. That's what happened in the Vietnam era around Agent Orange and I suspect and I'm worried that that's what will happen this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-U.S. Representative Jim McDermott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO SOMETHING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Campaign Against Depleted Uranium (CADU) www.cadu.org.uk and www.forbloodandempire.com</content>
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