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		<title>My Life</title>
	<author>
		<name>Katlyn</name>
	</author>
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		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:22041</id>
			<title>Exciting News?</title>
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			<published>2011-01-09T17:20:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2011-01-09T17:20:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; I started a new blog, if anyone ever reads this and would
like to keep updated on my strange rants, or if you just want to
check it out, maybe you&#39;d like it! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So here&#39;s the spot...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;http://whosthiskate.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See ya later happy bloggers!&lt;/p&gt;
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		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:21017</id>
			<title>Whhat too dooo.</title>
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			<published>2010-11-21T18:18:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-11-21T18:18:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; I feel very impassive, but anxious at the same time. Its a
strange and unsettling mixture. &lt;/p&gt;
</content>
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		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:20006</id>
			<title>Study Study</title>
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			<published>2010-10-18T21:15:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-10-18T21:15:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 204);&quot;&gt; 
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m tired of studying
    :( &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:19034</id>
			<title>(no subject)</title>
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			<published>2010-09-07T20:29:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-09-07T20:29:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; It may sound horribly bad, but sometimes I cannot stand my
grandma. Seriously, she is the worst person out there. So
degrading, thinks she is better than everyone else, and won&#39;t stay
out of other people&#39;s lives. I can understand the last bit, I loove
to know everyones business (not as much as I once did, but I still
love a little gossip). But she thinks she should know everything
thats going on in everyone&#39;s life, because she will steer them
right and  tell them what to do. If, however, you ask her why
she is getting into everyone&#39;s business she denies it, saying, &quot;Oh
I don&#39;t care what they do, tey can do whatever they like.&quot; If
someone doesn&#39;t do what she suggested she always pipes up with a &quot;I
told you so!&quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I also thinks she is trying to parent my brother and sister,
mostly my brother, but then she only wants to be a parent when its
convenient for her. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&#39;t even want to start thinking of all the things I dislike
about her because I&#39;m pretty sure it would put me in a terrible
mood. I can just hear her cackly voice in the kithcen trying to run
everyone else lives and had to say something. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In other news, school starts this week, I start Thursday
actually. I got a new bag for it too! I had only huge bags from the
last 2 years bringing all my lab junk but no more labs for me!
Thank God. I can&#39;t believe I almost majored in chem, what a waste
that would have been. So now I have a nice little grey Nixon
tote/purse type bag. It fits my notebook, laptop, and pencil case
perfectly. And grey goes with practically everything. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well I&#39;m off to pick up Michael from work. This should be
interesting..&lt;/p&gt;
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		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:18411</id>
			<title>:)</title>
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			<published>2010-08-19T05:42:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-08-19T05:42:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; Of course my first instinct of Michael was that he was a
good boy.. but I am going to trust that one still!&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:18410</id>
			<title>Memories</title>
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			<published>2010-08-19T05:24:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-08-19T05:24:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; It may sound messed up or it may make total sense really,
but I don&#39;t think there&#39;s a day that goes by that I don&#39;t think
about him. 2 years later and I still think about it all the time. I
don&#39;t always think about that day but I usually think about why
that happened. I feel so stupid for believing him, everything he
told me, everything he said. I believed everything. I hate that I
put myself there, I had no idea that his family hated me so much, I
really didn&#39;t. I feel so dumb about it all. I know its not my
fault, how could I have know, but looking back I can&#39;t stand it.
All I really want to know is why and how. Why he would do that, why
lie, why say all those hurtful things, why do what he did. And how?
How could someone do that, to someone they said they cared for? Its
obvious that he didn&#39;t really care, but how can you put on such an
act? For so long too. I just don&#39;t believe it some days. I can&#39;t
believe it. Somedays I don&#39;t think I&#39;m really over it all. I don&#39;t
think I can admit that though, not yet anyway. I&#39;d feel stupid to
say it out loud that I wasn&#39;t over it. But its hard to go from one
day thinking one thing of someone to the next day seeing them as a
total different person. I can&#39;t imagine it being possible, but it
is. I saw it. I felt it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do still feel scared sometimes. If someone could say and do
those terrible things in one day, what would years of build up lead
to? What minor thing could trigger someone who may be holding in
anger like that? What would they be capable of if they were
triggered? I don&#39;t feel it as much, but I still feel it
sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Michael doesn&#39;t know I feel this way. No one does. I have no
idea what he would say if he found out, if I told him. I think he&#39;d
be surprised, maybe for a bit anyway, then maybe upset that I
hadn&#39;t told anyone earlier. Ultimately I think he would be glad I
finally did tell someone though. He only ever wants the best for me
and he&#39;s very genuine. You really can tell that he&#39;s a good person,
not just someone who acts like a good person, but who truly is. If
he is just acting though he&#39;s a very good actor. I doubt that
though. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel like I can&#39;t say I have a good judge of character. I
guess I don&#39;t really. So what do I do now? Trust my instinct or go
against it? So far my instinct has been pretty bad in life,
especially concerning men. It goes the same way for women actually,
only opposite. I generally get bad vibes from girls who end up
being the nicest of them all. Maybe I&#39;ll keep listening to my
instinct, but follow in the other direction. &lt;/p&gt;
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		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:15885</id>
			<title>Friends</title>
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			<published>2010-06-03T18:03:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-06-03T18:03:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt; 
    &lt;span
     class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;
      &lt;span
       class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;No message from A yet. I don&#39;t
      think she will send me one. I think its ridiculous that she
      won&#39;t even give me the decency to send me a message and say
      that she doesn&#39;t want to be my friend anymore. I sent her a
      message saying that I wanted to hang out, if she was
      interested, and apologizing for not talking enough. I don&#39;t
      really understand why she wouldn&#39;t want to be polite and
      either say &quot;Yes, I would like to get together and talk&quot; or
      &quot;No, I think we had our time but its passed, I don&#39;t want to
      be your friend anymore.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div
 style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
      &lt;span
       style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Anna did send her a message
      asking her to come to ladies night, the ladies night that her
      and I are planning, apparently. We&#39;ll see if she responds to
      that though, she took Anna off her friends list once before,
      when Anna asked her she didn&#39;t know how it happened and
      denied doing it. Obviously it didn&#39;t just happen on its own
      though. So she added her as a friend again, and once again
      she took her off the friends list. &lt;/span&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
      &lt;span
       style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;She also told Katie that I
      hadn&#39;t talked to her at all since she got back and that I
      hardly even talked to her while she was gone and thinks that
      I don&#39;t want to be her friend anymore. I think she&#39;s just
      using that as an excuse, an excuse to justify not being my
      friend. &lt;/span&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:15857</id>
			<title>Harry Potter</title>
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			<published>2010-05-31T16:57:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-05-31T16:57:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt; Had such a weird dream last
    night. It started out where I was working in this place (a
    home) for kids with problems. Some had behavioral problems,
    some had disabilities, some had magic problems, just
    everything. One day some of the kids ran out of the yard &amp;amp;
    we had to go get them, I started talking to the neighbor when
    one of the kids ran into her yard &amp;amp; she was asking about
    the place and she said she would love to have one of the kids
    stay with her for a weekend (apparently we did that there). So
    I got her to call later to tell me which kid she wanted to stay
    with her. While talking on the phone she was taking a really
    long time, so I had to hang up on her because I had other stuff
    to do. We had to take the kids down to some mall or something,
    while we were there I had to make a quick get away because I
    was on the run from someone. I called whoever this girl was who
    would always protect me &amp;amp; she came to pick me up in a car.
    When I went out there was her &amp;amp; 3 guys in the 4-seat car,
    so I had to sit awkwardly in the middle of the front, sort of
    on one guys lap. Before I got in though, she told me that they
    were 3 vampires who hadn&#39;t eaten in 30 years, I was like,
    &quot;Wait, hold up, why would I get into the car with 3 hungry
    vamps who are ready to kill me?&quot; She said, &quot;Katlyn, no matter
    how much you deny it, you know that you&#39;re one of us.&quot;
    Apparently I was a vampire. So, I got in and we drove up this
    windy hill, leading to the house I worked in. I couldn&#39;t figure
    out why we went there but the girl said it was the best choice
    because my scent was already there, anywhere new we went would
    get my smell too, so we would go into the neighbors house &amp;amp;
    hide out there until things died down. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;So I went and stayed at the
    neighbors house. It was fine at first, I saw this other person
    searching my old house but they never thought to come to the
    neighbors house. I was living peacefully in the neighbors house
    until one day (this was actually only maybe 2 days after the
    initial chase) when my friend (the girl from before) told me I
    had to take cover, the other person had found me. So I said we
    should take off but she said there was no time, I had to go
    down to the basement. I followed her into the basement bathroom
    where there was a clawfoot tub with a dark brown shower curtain
    covering the entire tub. I had to climb into the tub &amp;amp;
    close the curtain &amp;amp; hope I wasn&#39;t found. As I was getting
    in the tub I could see some of the kids I worked with hiding
    behind the laundry basket. The person (a girl) who I was
    running from came in. She was wearing something a queen would
    wear &amp;amp; I looked down &amp;amp; noticed I was wearing the same
    thing. She opened the curtains &amp;amp; found me. She dragged me
    out and was standing above me, almost ready to kill me. She
    wanted my throne (I guess I was a queen of some weird magical
    world) and then everything stopped. I stood up and was like
    that was a horrible ending! And there was a camera crew and
    everything, they said that it was going to be continued in the
    next Harry Potter movie. I was like, &quot;What!? This could not
    have been Harry Potter, there was no Dumbledore, no Snape, no
    Hermione, no Ron, there wasn&#39;t even Harry!!&quot; They said they
    decided to try a new spin on things, I was so mad, then the
    other queen girl was like, &quot;Yeah well in the next one I will
    get to cut off your head, or maybe we should try that right
    now!&quot; And she tried to slit my throat but I fought back, and
    got away. I grabbed my lipgloss and phones (yeah I had 2 cells
    phones, they were sweet ones too!) on the way out and my friend
    and I were driving away. I wanted to text Michael and tell him
    how horrible the Harry Potter movie was, but my friend turned
    to me and said, &quot;This wasn&#39;t a movie, this is your life now.&quot; I
    was like &quot;No, if this isn&#39;t a movie, it must be a dream&quot; I
    tried to wake myself up, but couldn&#39;t I started freaking out,
    wondering why I wouldn&#39;t wake up. Then I started saying that I
    must have slipped into a coma or something, I was talking to my
    friend about how scared I was to have this new scary
    dream-life. Then all the sudden I snapped awake (in real
    life). &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;I was so relieved to be awake. It
    was such a weird dream, even though it was so crazy it seemed
    so real. The worst part was when I was trying to wake up,
    usually if I&#39;m having a bad dream if it gets bad enough I can
    wake myself up, I don&#39;t really know how it happens, but I just
    say in the dream, &quot;I have to wake up!&quot; Then usually I shoot up
    in bed &amp;amp; think about how scary or weird that was. But last
    night, I was saying it was a dream and wanted to wake up but it
    wouldn&#39;t work. I was like, &quot;No this is a dream, why won&#39;t I
    wake up though? I can&#39;t wake up!&quot; I really thought I slipped
    into a coma or something happened that wouldn&#39;t allow me to
    wake up. I thought I would have to live in my dream world for a
    while trying to wake up. I hope that doesn&#39;t happen again, I
    felt trapped in my own head, it wasn&#39;t the best feeling. I
    wonder if that is what coma patients feel
    sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:15843</id>
			<title>Messages, Lists, &amp; Complaints</title>
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			<published>2010-05-29T16:20:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-05-29T16:20:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt; 
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Sent the message. Only took me a
  couple weeks to finally do it. Well it only took a week after I
  thought of what to say, but it took a couple weeks to actually
  decide whether I really wanted to or not. I obviously decided I
  did. I always knew I did. I&#39;m curious to see what the response
  will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;I haven&#39;t been doing much lately,
    other than work &amp;amp; reading. I read the second book in some
    series I started last summer in 3 days, now I&#39;m on the third,
    and final, book, and almost have it done. I started it
    yesterday... They&#39;re easy reads though. I have been pretty
    bored these last couple of days. I&#39;m going to try to get out on
    Monday and look for some more work, I might as well be bored at
    a job making some money. I should actually make a list of
    things I should get done. Lets see...&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Start on my sister&#39;s birthday gift
    &lt;br
     type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Look for jobs&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Dye my hair&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Start working out (Hip hop abs
    style!)&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Sign up for my course &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;I really need to sign up for my
    course, otherwise I won&#39;t be able to get it done in time. I
    also have to get that sheet signed first, before I do anything,
    because it would suck to sign up for the course, pay for
    everything, start it, then find out the school won&#39;t transfer
    the credits. That would suck. So first I must get the Letter of
    Request form signed by the school.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;I should also maybe look for some
    other book to read after I&#39;m done this one. And I want to start
    getting my nails done again but I&#39;m not sure if I have enough
    money yet. We&#39;ll see. I have to keep saving for Hawaii, and
    Edmonton this summer. And everything else. Why does everything
    have to e so expensive? &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Maybe I should go to hip hop abs,
    whether my ankle likes it or not. (I hurt my ankle at soccer
    almost 2 weeks ago, it seems like it healing at a snails pace,
    I haven&#39;t done anything physically active since that game,
    other than walking, which isn&#39;t enough.)&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:15741</id>
			<title>(no subject)</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.justjournal.com/users/blondie/entry/15741"/>
			<published>2010-05-21T05:02:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-05-21T05:02:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt; Btw, F&amp;amp;P is a
    no-go. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:15740</id>
			<title>Lost Friends...</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.justjournal.com/users/blondie/entry/15740"/>
			<published>2010-05-21T04:48:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-05-21T04:48:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt; Its 1:48 in the morning.
    Michael&#39;s asleep, I&#39;m up crying softly to my computer. I really
    hope I didn&#39;t loose you as a friend. I never thought this would
    happen. We were always so close. Why don&#39;t we talk anymore? Is
    it both of us or just me? Have you really changed or am I just
    trying to justify things? Maybe its nothing, a
    misunderstanding. Hopefully. Maybe one day we&#39;ll go back to
    normal. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Why do we let someone so
    important to us slip away? Most wouldn&#39;t dare let a husband or
    wife, their girlfriend or boyfriend, or their child drift away.
    But why then can we so easily let our friends slide right past.
    We love them too, maybe in a different way, but isn&#39;t all love
    the same in the end? I never surrounded myself with a huge
    group of friends that I didn&#39;t know every detail about. I had a
    solid group, many who I had never seen the inside of their
    house, but I always stayed close to just a few, never letting
    them leave my slide. That was high school though. Being out in
    the real world, where every one of your friends takes a
    different direction is so much more difficult. You don&#39;t see
    them every day in the halls, so you forget to call them, they
    forget to call you, you loose track of time, and suddenly you
    haven&#39;t seen them in a year or 2. Isn&#39;t it strange how someone
    we swore we would die for, who we would hug after staying up
    the whole night together talking, who would always see the next
    day, let them slip, forget about them? Maybe we need to be more
    careful, we need friends, &amp;amp; can&#39;t let them all slip
    away. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Wise words at 2 am.. I
    guess. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:14953</id>
			<title>(no subject)</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.justjournal.com/users/blondie/entry/14953"/>
			<published>2010-04-18T23:13:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-04-18T23:13:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; I do not like getting the flu, or anything remotely close
to the flu. I haven&#39;t been feeling well since Thursday, well I feel
okay today. I&#39;ve been going wheat-free for almost 2 weeks now &amp;amp;
so on Thursday Mike, Anna, and I decided to get $2 hot dogs and I
ate one. And then I felt horrible! But now I don&#39;t know if its
because I have a wheat sensitivity or because I came down with some
flu-bug-thing. So now I&#39;m still eating no wheat and trying this
again. I think even if its nothing that I&#39;ll try to cut back
anyway, I guess I ate a lot of carbs before, I feel better without
them though, less weighed down. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Dane &amp;amp; Adam&#39;s birthday party last night, everyone
went to Thomas&#39; cabin, Anna &amp;amp; I almost got lost on our way up
&amp;amp; theres so cell service once your up far enough so we had to
wait for Mike to catch up. I think we were driving up some sketchy
forestry road right after talking about scary movies, like the
Exorcist, and we were pretty freaked. Looking back its funny but at
the time, not so much. I didn&#39;t drink anything since I wasn&#39;t
feeling too great, but it was not bad, not as crazy as Dane hyped
it up to be but it was fun, good way to relax after doing my stupid
ochem exam that morning.&lt;/p&gt;
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		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:14901</id>
			<title>I&#39;ll C U Next Tuesday...</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.justjournal.com/users/blondie/entry/14901"/>
			<published>2010-04-14T17:26:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-04-14T17:26:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; I hate ants!! I hate them! I hate them! I hate them!! So
many ants coming in the house now that its warm out!! Its making me
extremely irritated and I feel like I am just letting every little
thing bother me because I am so annoyed with these damn ants! I
also found a spider in my bedroom today, but I&#39;m sure thats
unrelated. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On a happier note, we won our game last night, 6-0. The other
team was playing short for half the game &amp;amp; we had a full team,
but I think we still could have won anyway. They were craaazy! I
don&#39;t mean crazy good, I just mean crazy. Their captain kept asking
us if we wanted some jagerbombs, they had a camelpak of jager &amp;amp;
we were free to join them anytime. I was standing beside her at one
point and she stunk of booze! No joke. Oh and they&#39;re team name...
C U Next Tuesday. Yeah, the CUNTs. Good choice, ladies, very
classy. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have soccer again tonight, only I&#39;m the coach. Never coached a
team before, so it should be interesting. Its a girls U10 team. I&#39;m
betting I will probably overestimate their abilities. I can&#39;t even
remember what I was learning back then. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Haven&#39;t heard from F&amp;amp;P yet, said they&#39;d call most likely on
Monday or Tuesday. Maybe they forgot. I should really be studying.
I hate chem though. &lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:14902</id>
			<title>I&#39;ll C U Next Tuesday...</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.justjournal.com/users/blondie/entry/14902"/>
			<published>2010-04-14T17:26:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-04-14T17:26:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt; I hate ants!! I hate them! I
    hate them! I hate them!! So many ants coming in the house now
    that its warm out!! Its making me extremely irritated and I
    feel like I am just letting every little thing bother me
    because I am so annoyed with these damn ants! I also found a
    spider in my bedroom today, but I&#39;m sure thats
    unrelated. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;On a happier note, we won our game
    last night, 6-0. The other team was playing short for half the
    game &amp;amp; we had a full team, but I think we still could have
    won anyway. They were craaazy! I don&#39;t mean crazy good, I just
    mean crazy. Their captain kept asking us if we wanted some
    jagerbombs, they had a camelpak of jager &amp;amp; we were free to
    join them anytime. I was standing beside her at one point and
    she stunk of booze! No joke. Oh and they&#39;re team name... C U
    Next Tuesday. Yeah, the CUNTs. Good choice, ladies, very
    classy. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;I have soccer again tonight, only
    I&#39;m the coach. Never coached a team before, so it should be
    interesting. Its a girls U10 team. I&#39;m betting I will probably
    overestimate their abilities. I can&#39;t even remember what I was
    learning back then. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Haven&#39;t heard from F&amp;amp;P yet,
    said they&#39;d call most likely on Monday or Tuesday. Maybe they
    forgot. I should really be studying. I hate chem
    though. &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:blondie:14895</id>
			<title>My Brother&#39;s Visa</title>
			<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.justjournal.com/users/blondie/entry/14895"/>
			<published>2010-04-14T01:26:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-04-14T01:26:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; 
&lt;span
 class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;
 style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
  &lt;span
   class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;&quot;&gt; Weoow!
  Just got my brand new shiny Visa!! Very exciting. I would post a
  picture of it but, ya know, that would be incredibly stupid of
  me. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;p&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;
      &lt;span
       style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;Btw, I watched the movie
      Brothers last night, it was super intense. I could hardly
      even stand it, I actually wanted to just burst into tears for
      no reason. I mean sure, it was sad, but I was really sad
      because what that guy went through when he was in Afghanistan
      &amp;amp; how hard it really hit him. I am SO thankful I&#39;m not in
      the army &amp;amp; so thankful Mike isn&#39;t either. I can&#39;t even
      imagine what it would be like if he had to go and do
      something like that. Just terrible. Toby Maguire was pretty
      friggin&#39; scary in it. He really needed help, for good reason
      obviously. &lt;/span&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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