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  <title>The sunny-shiney-LJ of my life!!!!</title>
  <subtitle>Please don't ask...</subtitle>
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    <name>Um... this is where i go speechless</name>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-20T09:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-20T16:26:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I've decided, in order to stop starring at my past and to look at my future, i'm gonna start a new lj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeel free to read this one, i'm not deleting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be m1ssi3chan, and friends only- so comment to be added.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-19T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-20T05:01:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-20T05:01:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay, xmas list so far (i hope you guys don't really care about it being spoiled) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: manga&lt;br /&gt;MichEE: 2nd gossip girl &lt;br /&gt;Jessie: last gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;Cindy: Something xmasy or book &lt;br /&gt;Elize: Bag&lt;br /&gt;Jenn: Hm... still thinking about which book. I know I'm gonna get her one though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:233067</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-19T16:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-19T23:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-19T23:03:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours do I have til the end of te day?????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'll never get anything done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS was stupid. Me, Cindy, and Gina were all joking by writing poodle in chinese all over the board during break, and Cindy's mom got all mad at us. And Alex came back last during break and Cindy's mom thought that he "ran away" because we were mean to him. Psh... what a lie, Alex's opinion of cs is just like everyone else's. He doesn't care what happens there, no matter how embarassing. And he really doesn't care. You can tell. And then Miranda acts all innocent about it, even though she was with us. I don't like Miranda much... she's such... idk, a teacher's pet? I mean, Gina and Cindy are both prett good at chinese, too, but they just don't have that same effect that Miranda does. Plus she's no fun. At least Gina's fun, even though she can get annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get everyone book presents. Cuz that's where most of my money lies. Jessie... which Gossip Girl book are you missing? And what do you want, Cindy? I think that I'm gonna get Jenn a book from that series thing with the candle on the cover and the first one is like white. Hahaha. And I'll get Nicole a manga or something. MichEE, I think I'll get you a gossip girl book, too... which ones are you missing? Idk what to get Elize, though. heh heh... It's sad how I turn to my bookstore money as gift money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, Idk. I don't want to get everyone books. I think I'll get Jessie, MichEE, and Nicole books, since I know what they want. I think I'll get Elize a Chinese bag thingy... and I'll get Jenn something xmasy. Cindy, would you prefer something xmasy or a book? Hahah... or... idk. You tell me what you want, okay? lol.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-18T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-19T02:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-19T02:16:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:232456</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-18T18:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-19T01:37:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today was fun. tEE hEE I wore my uniform because it was blue and white day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1st hour, we were supposed to be working in groups, but no one actually talked to their partner until they were finished. Hahaha we were all making fun of Alex. And then Josh was telling me about his weird dream... AHAHAHAHA and then I told him that he should go to the counselor... hehe he was like, "o.O About my DREAMS?" And then we were talking about how much Student council totally SUCKED at spirit days... XDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I've noticed that in Math, I don't really associate with the girls at all. Only the guys. Maybe because there are like only 5 girls in that class, but what the heck, they don't seem that interesting anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra was fun. I love the xmas suite. And it just makes me sad how I was like the only person who could play through all of the 8th notes. It was like CPFS last year... ehehehehhe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Social Studies, Mr. C played a huge prank on us and said that he was going to get a job teaching at HHS... what a lie that was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was fun, because of the Dance Review, I loved the dance unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was... meh, not as bad as it usually is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spanish, me and Bryce were making fun of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, cuz we both didn't want to watch it... lol... fun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was okay, but after school, me and Jenn hung out in the orchestra room for like 10 minutes. I swear, the sevvie bass players all have such attitudes!! Epecially that one girl that was serving 9th hour as sectionals. The only really nice one was the blonde girl, I think her name is Emily, and she's so small that she doesn't even really look like she plays the bass, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha me and Jenn and tara and Monica and Larry hung out like through the whole dance... ehehe it was so funny cuz larry was the only guy in this huge group of girls. LOL when John walked in, all of us gathered around him, (because we wanted money) and his friend was like, "We just walked in and the girls are already all over us." XDDDD And then JOhn was like, "I think I'm doing pretty good here!" XDDDDDDDDD OMG Jenn was buying a lemonade, and a Fanta came out with it!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm stuck at home doing cs homework... I'm gonna finish up fast so then I can play DDR!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-17T19:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T02:57:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T02:57:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know, I think I've had enough of Kaitlin Escobedo. First she tries to copy my warm ups, next she blames me for being wrong, and she always just "has" to see my papers. UGH!!!!! I mean, I don't mind the "has to see my papers part THAT much," but combined with the rest of her I HATE EVERY POUND OF HER!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I got on the bus that vented to Xotchl and Brittney and Nam. Well, Brittney was just listening. Poor Xotchl, she had to sit next to her in 5th grade for a WHOLE freaking year. Haha I'm so glad that like everyone else agrees with me on my opinion of Kaitlin. Lol, Nam was like, "Now we can make yo momma jokes out of her. Like, Kaitlin was so fat that when she jumped off the golden gate bridge and baptized Texas!" LOL I LOVE NAM!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes me sad? How I love so many guys to death, and yet I don't like them. Like LIKE THEM LIKE them. Like Nam. Why am I not head over heels over him? And like, today, I was talking about how Matt N. totally killed his hair. And Brittney was like, "It sounds like you like him." Like I know she kinda meant it in a teasing way, but I really don't... at least not in that way. And that makes me sad. Because Matt is so cute. And before he killed his head he looked SOO MUCH LIKE VARON!!!!! OMG OMG OMG HE DID I TELL YOU!!! Like... his hair was even like the same way as varons... it's hard to believe, but you know... once you see it it'll look familiar. That's why I was so obsessed over how he killed his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being obsessed. =(</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-17T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T02:10:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T02:10:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hm. Life's been so boring lately that there's nothing to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when there is, I'm too tired to actually go into detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher was actually not mad that I didn't practice for 2 days. I guess he couldn't tell. Haha. And he's okay about me ditching the PSG competition, since I didn't know about the due date anyway. So now he's gonna make me go to some Scottsdale one in March, because that one's sorted by grade level.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-16T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T04:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T04:02:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I am going to buy flipped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end up spending all of my gift cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped- $9&lt;br /&gt;Singer of all Songs/the waterless sea- $4 or $5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. xmas list this year- Jenn, Nicole, MichEE, Cindy, Jessie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna get more people stuff- just til I realized that I was broke. I think I know what I'm gonna get MichEE, and maybe Jenn... and I think Nicole, too. And I think I will get Jessie and Cindy jewlery. If I can even  get to the mall soon. Sorry if your presents are a little bit small this year.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-16T20:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T03:48:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So tonight was pretty fun. Me and Nicole went to her church to go play, or rather, her play and me be the accompianist. OMG the food was goooood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mad at Flipped. Because it's so short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! I mean, the ending was SOOO lame and it ruined the whole book. But I still love the book. And yet I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;I love how I can totally relate to Juli. I love how Bryce is shy. I love how it's almost like little-kid romance. GOSH DAMMIT!!!!!!! Okay so he plants a Sycamore Tree in her front yard, because of the old one that she lost like a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much how it ends. You know, I would like it so much better if they actually got together!!!!! Because she freaking liked him for 6 years, and she was waiting for that kiss for 6 years, and now he wants to give her that kiss only she won't take it!! So, how do you end a story like that? You ONLY have him plant a tree that want so sentimental to her and then all the ending says is, "Maybe there's more to Bryce than I really know." SAL:KDJSAL:DU:WIOEWQJEKFJ:SLFJDKSAL:DJKSADJ:WQIOUEJL GOSH IT MAKES ME SO MAD!!!!!!! OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY??? SO WHAT IF BRYCE"S FATHER IS FREAKING STUPID? That doesn't mean Bryce is the same!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever going to be bugged by this book. I mean, the whole point of the book was for Juli and Bryce to get together. But do they? NOOOOOOO they don't. Well, she kinda implies it, but afedjkl;;jklfdsajkl;fdsiuorewaj;rjk;fad;jkafs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed. And it's pathetic because it's all over some random book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... shouldn't all stories have happy endings for the majorly implied couples??? Okay in Singer of all songs the guy kisses the girl, and promises to wait for her. And even after that there's a next book. And in Yugioh, sure, they don't really show that they get together, but that's what GX was supposed to be for! And in the princess diaries the girl still gets the guy. The one story thing that i can say doesn't really have a totally SURE romantic ending is Naruto. But that hasn't even ended yet, so who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ygo and naruto aren't even BASED on romance. Flipped was totally based on a child romance... and sitll they don't get together!!!! THIS IS BUGGING ME TO DEATH!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-16T15:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-16T22:52:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am so mad that I finished Flipped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best book ever. And I can totally relate to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ending really sucked. And I don't want to read it again- because it's just one of those really good books that NEED a sequel, and are just not appropriate for re-reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate living in Gilbert. Not the people, just the over-crowdedness. You know, they aren't issuing bus passes at ALL. Which is just gay and stupid. I mean, it's ONE day. And probably ONE person every day. I mean, it gets kinda lame if someone tries to go on a different bus every day, but not being allowed for ONE day is stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how you have to wait for like 45 minutes every time you go to a restaurant on the weekends. It's lame.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-15T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-16T03:55:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-16T03:55:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I didn't practice today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmph. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that great about myself right now anyway. Especially since my hair is so crapped up from last night's shapoo incident.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-15T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-16T03:52:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-16T03:52:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;To every girl that says: I &lt;br /&gt;love you.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that lets a guy open the &lt;br /&gt;door for her.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that cooks dinner &lt;br /&gt;for him.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that saves herself for &lt;br /&gt;marriage.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that looks beyond a &lt;br /&gt;guy's looks and popularity.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that &lt;br /&gt;was never too busy to drive across town to see &lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that worries about him when &lt;br /&gt;he is sick.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl who has given him a &lt;br /&gt;kiss just because.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl who thinks &lt;br /&gt;there is no other guy but him.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl &lt;br /&gt;that is happy that it's that way.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl &lt;br /&gt;that is happy to let him hang out with his &lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that treated him like a &lt;br /&gt;king.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that cried without him &lt;br /&gt;knowing.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that let him see her &lt;br /&gt;cry.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that holds hands with &lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that kisses with &lt;br /&gt;meaning.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that worries about him &lt;br /&gt;when he's sad.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl who says I'm cold &lt;br /&gt;because she wants to be held.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that &lt;br /&gt;sends him a text after a perfect date.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every &lt;br /&gt;girl that would sit and wait for him for hours just to be able to see him for &lt;br /&gt;ten minutes.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that would sit in his &lt;br /&gt;lap because there were no other chairs.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every &lt;br /&gt;girl that just wants to cuddle.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl &lt;br /&gt;that reassures him that there is no other guy for &lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl who told secrets to &lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that tried to show how much &lt;br /&gt;she cared through every word and every &lt;br /&gt;breath.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that thought maybe this &lt;br /&gt;could be the one.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that believed in &lt;br /&gt;his dreams.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that would have done &lt;br /&gt;anything so he could achieve them.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl &lt;br /&gt;that never laughed at him when he told her his &lt;br /&gt;dreams.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that walked him to his &lt;br /&gt;car.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that would do anything to see &lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that actually &lt;br /&gt;listened.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;To every girl that gave her heart only &lt;br /&gt;to have it shoved back in her face.&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:::&lt;br&gt;::&lt;br&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This &lt;br /&gt;one is for us...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Nicole just HAD to remind me of Chase. So I'm not feeling so great right now. But I guess it's not her fault, I guess she never knew what I really felt about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so upset that Nam didn't win the spelling bee. But the fact that he beat John makes me happy =) Because I don't like John anymore- he's one of those people with very low toleration for people like me. HE LOST ON QUICHE!!! QUICHE!!! I CAN FREAKING SPELL QUICHE!!!!!! =(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( But I still love Nam. Like a brother. Because I was SOOO upset that he lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today wasn't really the best of my days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:230502</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-14T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-15T04:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-15T04:28:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dude... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the blondest moment in the shower... hahaha I was like in my own little world, so i grab my body wash scrub and put shampoo in it... and then i started to srcub myself... and then I realize that it's shampoo. AHahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today, and omfg I am so overweight. eheh... heh. heh. Now I get to come up with all sorts of excuses. AHAAHAHAHAHA LIKE ANYONES GOING TO BELIEVE THEM!!! XD I think that part of the problem is my height, if I was 5'5 I wouldn't be considered overweight. =( I wish I was taller now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad now, though, I probably weigh like the most out of all of the girls in 8th grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I hate Kaitlin E. Before, I thought that she was okay, but UGH I can't stand her now. Like, in Science, we were checking for daily warm ups, and before I could even finish the one that I was doing today, she wa slike, "OMG PLEASE COUNT YOURS!!!" And then she ends up with 5 less than me. But nooo she can't just stop there and just deal with it... she like practically begs me to copy down my warmups, and I'm like, "No... you should have just as many as I do." You know, she prolly wasn't even doing her warmup for today because she was "so worried" that she didn't have enough! MY GOD, why can't she just accept it, instead of copying dow mine!?  Now I totally sympathize with Jenn about Kaitlin.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-13T20:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T03:30:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T03:30:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMGOMGOMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my mom actually bought ddr and kingdom hearts for me and my brother. And plus the ps2 it ended up like 200 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy though, even though I feel like such a spoiled brat. And because now I want kareoke revolution!!! Which is like ddr except kareoke!!!! AHAHAHAHAHA... but i'm gonna wait until it gets old... then i'm gonna buy it =) Such a nice tactic, eh? hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am SOO happy that I don't have to run anymore. because now I just do ddr for like 12298 hours and i get my exersise. tEEhEE&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:229937</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-11T21:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-12T04:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-12T04:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">since i posted the other one on myspace, i'll post this one on here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/Angel_Artemisia/wheeeeeee.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:229651</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-11T20:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-12T03:38:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-12T03:38:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ahaha I am happy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my LJ is PINK!!!! Just like the color of my heart, XDDDD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like exactly the same as before, except instead of black tis pink!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:229547</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-11T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-12T03:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-12T03:35:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY PINK!!!!!! Haha that's so true, every time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-11T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T20:14:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T20:14:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make me so mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the bookstore, and like, Nicole and I were talking, right? And then this guy was like, "Be quiet! Some people are actually trying to read!" And then later, when I was trying to shoo my brother out of the store, he says again, "BE QUIET!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD, IT'S A BOOKSTORE, NOT A FREAKING LIBRARY! PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO TALK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH I wanted to tell him to fuck off and to go home and read if the noise was bugging him so much. If he wants quiet, why doesn't he just tell the store to turn the background music off? Why doesn't he just put duct tape over people's mouths as they walk in? What a dumbass.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-11T07:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T14:33:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T14:33:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gonna be able to enter the PSG competition. Cuz the late due date was 2 days ago for the forms. &lt;br /&gt;UGH! Darn teacher, didn't tell me when I should register!</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-10T21:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T04:23:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T04:23:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta rethink my lj layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way the margins are, and how the colors of the page background and the journal background match. Not sure about the black, though.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-10T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T03:11:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T03:11:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how depressing it is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no other theme; like I said, I'm at a loss of inspiration.</content>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-10T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T03:11:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T03:11:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am at a loss of inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Everytime I puck up a pencil and draw, I can't do anything right! I try to fix it... but it's still just as awful as before. And I can't write anymore. I can't even write properly in my LJ. And when I play the violin, nothing sounds right and yet I can't fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I"m going through a mid-life crisis, lol. Even though it's nowhere near the middle of my life yet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:228058</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-10T19:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T02:29:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T02:29:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% "Average American"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaverageamericanareyouquiz/american.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are average because you wouldn't pay to go in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not average since you've known your best friend for less than ten years.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaverageamericanareyouquiz/"&gt;How "Average American" Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some inspiration here, people. I think I will use Variable flow for my background thing, though. My LJ look has been totally bugging me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:227700</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-09T20:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T03:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T03:47:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, my journal is going to go into a whole new look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why it's gonna look kinda crappy for the next few days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angel_artemisia:227501</id>
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    <title>angel_artemisia @ 2005-11-09T18:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T01:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T01:59:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie, I just realized that we never finished that rp. XDDDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Shellis we strangling Varon... and then Shane was trying to get his mommy and daddy out of the room... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA it still never ended!!!</content>
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