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  <title>life is a destination</title>
  <subtitle>for she is a girl who makes a holiday of life, but treads through it lightly &lt;&lt;</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-02-27T21:20:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lineofidledays:20813</id>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-02-27T14:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-27T19:53:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T19:54:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I stole this from several xanga's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you read this,&lt;br /&gt;You must post a memory of me.&lt;br /&gt;It can be anything you want!&lt;br /&gt;It can be good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;Just so long as it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Then post this in your xanga,&lt;br /&gt;And see what people remember about you.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lineofidledays:17755</id>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-30T18:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T23:22:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T21:20:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh God. &lt;br /&gt;I had the best weekend. I &amp;lt;3 being a teenager. I can't wait til college.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lineofidledays:17489</id>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-24T22:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T03:18:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T21:19:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Midterms. I am going to be a ball of bitchy stress for the next 4 days. I read an &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6847012/?GT1=6065"&gt; article&lt;/a&gt; about today being the most depressing day of the year. I'll drink to that. &lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;u&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/u&gt;. It's a wonderful book. &lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping to another 2 hour delay that I know isn't coming. I wasn't "in school" today (even though I was...) so tomorrow should be extra fun. Fuck Downingtown.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-20T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-21T02:09:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T21:19:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So a Pagan killed a Hell's Angel and the funeral is tomorrow in Downingtown. St. Joe's gets out. Once again, Downingtown Area School District is being a douchebottle and not giving us off. Can't wait to see the elementary school kids get gunned down by a bunch of motorcycle jockeys tomorrow. Ok that was mean. I'm in such a fucked up mood. I feel like working out isn't helping. I feel so gross and too big for my body. Ew.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lineofidledays:17014</id>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-19T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-20T03:32:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-20T03:32:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh boy. Frustration x 1.5 million. I want to kick someone in the face. Or punch them in the ovaries, if a girl happens along. (Everyone needs to see Anchorman every day). Amanda came back. Her pink hair made my day worth living. To everyone I was a bitch too..oops. You love me, I love you..we'll get over it. Half of them are always bitches back. &amp;lt;3 Happy scream. Frustration ..I'm angry and happy and sad and just..me. I like innocence. Or..non-innocence in an innocent way. I can't even explain. I get manic. I can't wait to do my Sylvia Plath project.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lineofidledays:16758</id>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-12T17:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-12T22:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-13T02:13:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm a little scared girl. Giggle.&lt;br /&gt;My house smells like warm food. I had chicken and vegetables for dinner. And fruit. I need to go to the gym or I'm going to turn into a whale. I want to make a shirt that says "I &amp;lt;3 Carbs". I saw one already that says "Fuck Atkins". Amazing. We had a lengthy discussion about the word "fuck". Mike has a shirt that says "FCUK"..but that's just ..yeah. I can't think. I think it's popcorn. There's Japanese people yelling at me through my computer. &lt;br /&gt;Basically..I need to stop being such a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12, 2005. (Libra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quickie:&lt;/b&gt; The best way to get a piece of the action is to assert your own agenda.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like to slap bitches. I like to slap ho's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!: how was tony?&lt;br /&gt;Hottest man alive, aka MIKE.: good&lt;br /&gt;Mike: we stole a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Joie: nice!&lt;br /&gt;Mike: yea it says "hitting golfballs prohibited in park"&lt;br /&gt;Joie: haha&lt;br /&gt;Joie: not anymore, bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we laughed lots. Actually it just happened, so we're still laughing. It was popcorn. With butter. Ew. I need to figure out when and why Steve and I became friends again. I no longer trust anything with male genetalia. I love the Counting Crows. Murder of One. I love my iPod. I love..lamp.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-09T18:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-09T23:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-09T23:54:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love my horoscopes for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're stuck between longing for the past and a desire to move forward. It's time to pack up those old memories and look toward the future.&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your clear opinions and emotions are muddied now, perhaps by murky romantic memories or misplaced sentimentality. Let yourself feel it, but if you start to dwell, talk it out with a friend or your journal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I talked with a friend. But I'll add here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Steve would stop calling/texting/being alive (okay, not really the last one. I'd be sad if he wasn't here anymore) then everything would be much easier. But I don't know that it would be better. I have theories about why he's taken a sudden interest in my life/happiness again. I can't write them in here, since I know the extent of the people who use LJ and there's people I don't want to read this, for various reasons. I also believe (strongly) that I jinx myself if I talk about things. &lt;br /&gt;However. I've talked to two different people about this. Both who I trust alot. And they both said the same thing..in two different ways. One said he doesn't have enough of a soul to care if something bad were to happen. The other said that it's really far-fetched to think he'd care that much. But that he jumps to conclusions and ..yea. &lt;br /&gt;I wish there were simple answers. Tom (and a different horoscope) said to just get off my ass and do something myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm scared and indecisive and suspicious. So I won't.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-08T01:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-08T06:44:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-08T06:44:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Six degrees of separation.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone really is connected.&lt;br /&gt;Scary. There's people I'm connected to that I don't want to be connected to. There isn't enough places in the world for everyone..not enough space between the people I hate and the people that affect me. ...aah.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-07T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-08T04:13:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-08T04:13:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I, uh..I give up.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-07T15:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T20:09:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T20:09:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People infuriate me. 9/10 of my political science class need to die. Now I feel bad for not sticking up for Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Americans suck.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-03T16:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-03T21:50:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-03T21:50:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love the gym. No more fat Joie.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-01T18:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T00:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T00:10:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so fucking fed up with the world.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just guys for once. It's girls. Well, it's both. It's "friends". Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently...according to some people...Laura and I "intimidate her". Ok whatever. That's fucked up...just because you think someone might be "prettier" or whatever than you (not that she even does..), doesn't give yuo a fuckign reason to blow them off. Sorry hun, you can't be my friend at school and then "forget" whenever it's convienient for you. Same goes with the rest of that group. Yesterday and today piss me off so much..they go out to lunch, "forget" about me and Laura..and then make plans for New Year's, even after we all "wanted" to do something together. "Oh yea, well you can come too." Gee hunnie, thanks. And does Colleen call me or Laura back? That's a no. Do they respond today when we invite them to the movies? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;Then there's Corey. Oh Corey. What shit that boy's put me through. For a week now..a fucking week.."I wanna come see you" etc etc. He makes plans. He gives me a fucking definite time. 3 hours later, he text messages me.."Sorry, I slept". Fuck you. Don't make me sit around for 3 hours and waste time waiting for you. I woke up early, I got my shit done. Would it have been so hard for you to set an alarm?&lt;br /&gt;Mark. Calls me when he wants ass. Never responds to anything else. "Do you want to hang out?" We make plans. He'll "call me tomorrow". Tomorrow comes and goes. &lt;br /&gt;And, finally, we come to Thom. I adore this boy...he's one of my best friends. And completely fucking unreliable. Thanksgiving. We'll hang out. We don't. Christmas, I have one day left...we'll hang out. We'll go to the pottery place (supposedly today). I really want to hang out with you, I really want to hang out with you, I really...shut up. No you don't. I promise I'll call tomorrow. Uh huh. When I call..uhh..I slept. I don't want to go tonight. I'll call you tomorrow. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;No more promises from anyone. I don't care anymore. I'm not going out of my way for anyone who doesn't deserve it (I do believe that that's everyone but Laura). &lt;br /&gt;So. Fuck you. Until you can actually prove that you're worth my time and energy, I give the fuck up on all of you.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2005-01-01T18:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T23:01:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T23:01:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not ready to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate boys.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-12-23T15:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T20:41:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T20:41:57Z</updated>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-12-15T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-16T01:57:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T01:57:42Z</updated>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-12-12T22:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T03:08:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T03:08:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say. I've been out of touch with so many things, and I don't know yet if I'm ready to give up being so young and idealistic. I'm too young and have too much ahead of me to be this cynical. &lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;With a boy.&lt;br /&gt;His name is T.S. Eliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that they will sing to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen them riding seaward on the waves&lt;br /&gt;Coming the white hair of the waves blown back&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows the water white and black.&lt;br /&gt;We have lingered in the chambers of the sea&lt;br /&gt;By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown&lt;br /&gt;Till human voices wake us, and we drown.&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Right now I need a boy, a calming Eliot to guide me. Someone to inspire me to express myself-even if right now it has to be through Math. Or Science. Or lunch or getting gas or going to work or Christmas shopping. I need a guide-a Tyresius, flawed as he is, man and woman in one-someone to point me forward and take me away.&lt;br /&gt;I was so sick yesterday I thought I would die. I've never felt so much pain (albeit my own fault). &lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop thinking. I promised..promised..swore. to myself that I wouldn't do this. &lt;h6&gt;Sometimes I fall so fast&lt;/h6&gt;. Lord give me the strength to rely on myself. An affair with a dead man would be for the best right now.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-12-12T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T02:59:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T02:59:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anonymously Leave me an comment with: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-an insult&lt;br /&gt;-a secret&lt;br /&gt;-a criticism&lt;br /&gt;-a crush&lt;br /&gt;-a compliment&lt;br /&gt;-a death threat&lt;br /&gt;-a song&lt;br /&gt;-a love note&lt;br /&gt;-a picture&lt;br /&gt;-a confession&lt;br /&gt;-a hint of who you are...</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-12-12T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T02:59:17Z</published>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-12-08T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-09T03:42:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-09T03:42:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Picture this.&lt;br /&gt;Be hot. No make-up. Natural (easy!) hair, wear basically whatever you want. Rule 1: Wear flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone complain about this job?</content>
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    <title>fashion survey</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T03:53:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-30T22:07:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(1) Clothing that dominates your closet - mini skirts and cami's&lt;br /&gt;(2) Favourite article of clothing - my pink and white mini&lt;br /&gt;(3) Favourite Designers - chanel, versace&lt;br /&gt;(4) Current nail polish - pink french mani&lt;br /&gt;(5) Favourite make-up brand - bobbi brown, mac, chanel, smashbox&lt;br /&gt;(6) Their products you love - anything from sephrora; lip venom (from duwop)&lt;br /&gt;(7) Jewelry worn on a daily basis - tiffany's bracelet, necklace, ring; other rings, livestrong bracelet sometimes&lt;br /&gt;(8) What's your style - preppy/a little provacative &lt;br /&gt;(9) What does your bathing suit look like - pink bikini's..tons of them&lt;br /&gt;(10) Favourite clothing brands - abercrombie, hollister&lt;br /&gt;(11) Typical daily outfit - mini and a sweater (winter), jeans and a cute top; bathingsuit top or cami and shorts (summer)&lt;br /&gt;(12) Do you like to match? - absolutely&lt;br /&gt;(13) People's styles you admire - jessica simpson, new christina, reese witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;(14) Favourite Celeb Style - reese witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;(15) Thing you like guys to wear - nice stuff-preppy clothes, anything from a/x&lt;br /&gt;(16) Something you would not be caught dead in - anything from hot topic &lt;br /&gt;(17) What you don't really need but still buy - shoes, purses&lt;br /&gt;(18) Trend you really like - uggs&lt;br /&gt;(19) Trend you wish would just die - popped collars&lt;br /&gt;(20) Last purchase(s) - really freaking cute chinese laundry heels</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-11-27T11:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-27T16:37:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-27T16:37:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Around Here by the Counting Crows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love the Counting Crows. I can sit here for hours and just let the music wash over me ..let me drift into ..something. Peace? I wish I could explain what was going on...I wish I had an answer for why things never seem to change. I'm surrounded by people I care for and love and who love me back. I know that I'm fully capable of being whole, but I'm not. I saw Alex last night..that made me wish for things. Not even the past..just a clear future. I was talking to Garland about school (college) and just how &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt; I want to leave all this drama, the mess, highschool, work, everything.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-11-26T14:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-26T19:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-26T19:06:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you need or want to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to start a new community where both girls and guys can give each other real, honest advice about school, relationships, and home life. I'd like to have at least one other girl and 1 or 2 guys go in on this and become co-mods with me. This isn't like a "depression" community, it's just where people can share their stories and life experiences to help each other out. If you're interested or know anyone else that may be, you can leave a message for me &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/lineofidledays/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/_girly_girls_/302466.html#cutid1"&gt; x-posed&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-11-26T12:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-26T17:47:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-26T17:47:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am determined to be a good friend and daughter this year for Christmas. It's only Black Friday and I already hate this season. There's too many &lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt;. And I don't know half of what to get everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-11-22T17:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T22:49:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-22T22:49:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is performing glycolsis. It really hurts. AP Bio is only good for one thing: teaching you how your cells metabolize the carbs you (don't?) eat. &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better. Less...manic. Frantic. Insane. Overwhelmed, still. Ready to get the fcuk out of high school. I hate Downingtown; I hate most of the people in it. I'm tired of girls and their stupid bickering, I'm tired of teachers who expect too much (we're &lt;u&gt;seniors&lt;/u&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at school applied to Penn State and Pitt. I couldn't stand four more years with the same bull from everyone. Despite how crowded the halls are, how impossible it is to get from Health to Ceramics...my school's too small. It's the same thing, day after day after day. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so burned out.</content>
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    <title>lineofidledays @ 2004-11-19T15:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-19T20:51:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-19T20:51:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it that I can feel pretty now, when I'm sitting in the house with tears running down my face and old pajamas and a sweatshirt that smells like smoke because I have to keep escaping from work just because I cant take what's going on in there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why...I'm falling into these insane patterns again. (I was going to be happy this year, I swear. I was going to do well and succeed and kick school in the balls).&lt;br /&gt;But I fucking failed again. I can't keep a relationship, I can't keep myself on straight. I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a ringing in my ears again. The piercing one that never goes away and you think it's the computer but no it's your hear and your head hurts so bad and you can't believe anyone would let you hurt this bad let anyone let &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; hurt this bad because thats it we all just &lt;br /&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;hurt &lt;br /&gt;eachother.&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;and then it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's quiet. you can hear yourself think, which tortures you more...because being left with nothing but your own thoughts is frightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a failure (perfect), a liar (the only honest one left on earth), a bitch (so sweet), a whore (angelic), and your leg back butt foot mouth shoulders face hurts (yea it does). &lt;br /&gt;you're cold tired angry and fucking hungry as shit. stop biting your lip, its not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stop fucking spiraling out of control)</content>
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