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		<name>Lauren</name>
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			<title>Pissy</title>
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			<published>2008-05-01T08:26:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2008-05-01T08:26:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I woke up this morning in a terrible mood again. David decided to start an argument with me last night about my choice for college. It&#39;s really none of his business. I should just accept the fact that he is not someone I want to be with for the rest of my life. He&#39;s naggy, super disgusting when it comes to hygiene and I just can&#39;t stand another minute of his mom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;15 days. I just have to make it until then. I think I&#39;m just going to tell my mom to move here and find a place in south county. I really want to do that. I&#39;m calling her during 4th hour. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m stoned.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:lionsana:3946</id>
			<title>(no subject)</title>
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			<published>2008-04-28T11:43:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2008-04-28T11:43:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I work today from 5-7. 2 freaking hours. Wow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway. I&#39;ve been contemplating getting a second job but I&#39;m not sure if I can take on that much right now. Maybe in June I will. I REALLY want to move away from Pevely. I want to go to Meramec because all my friends from JFK are going there and I miss them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica might come down this weekend which would be sweet. I really hope another class doesn&#39;t come into the computer lab. I want to be on the computer for as long as I can.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have a sort of sore throat and I had a really disturbing dream last night. I smoked a lot of weed this morning though, so I barely remember it. I just remember a DDR machine, Emma Seidler, Kath Sellenriek with a TON of make up on and something that had to do with Silent Hill. Either way, I woke up mildly disturbed this morning. On top of that Mike kept calling David&#39;s phone at like midnight and I got pissed and got up to yell at Mike and David said &amp;quot;Touch my phone and see what the fuck kind of fight we get into&amp;quot;. Jerk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We made up this morning of course, but still. That was fucking ignorant of him to say. Especially when I had school this morning. D:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was in South County yesterday and looked for Andy a bunch. I saw Longview and was confused for a second then I realized he lives on that road. I drove by Tony&#39;s street too. It was kind of sad. I hate to think about a year ago today.  I hadn&#39;t even gotten Adderall until May 4th or something. Still, things were looking so much better for me a year ago. I miss lifeguarding.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:lionsana:3931</id>
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			<published>2008-04-25T11:33:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2008-04-25T11:33:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I took some Xanax this morning and it has made me feel a lot better. I just wish it wasn&#39;t such a temporary thing... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss David a bunch and I wish I didn&#39;t have to go to school today. So far though it has been going by really fast. I started Burger King yesterday and it was a lot better than I had expected it to be. I learned how to make Whoppers and other kinds of beef sandwiches. I was so hungry the whole time. xD&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m still extremely torn on whether or not to stay here in Pevely or not. It&#39;s so frustrating. I love David with all my heart... but I&#39;m not sure if it&#39;s going to be a lasting relationship. I just hope to god he isn&#39;t doing heroin still. It would be extremely disappointing if he was. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I talked to Jessica the other day and we had a really fun conversation. She told me all the news that&#39;s been going on at JFK and it kind of made me depressed. I think I might actually miss Chesterfield, except for my grandma of course. Because she sucks and she&#39;s a stupid bitch. Anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope this weekend is fun, I work on Sunday from 5-8. Luckily I get to work backline, which is like cooking and stuff. I&#39;m afraid of interaction with customers kind of. I don&#39;t like getting yelled at.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, that&#39;s all for now I think, I&#39;ll update Monday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:lionsana:3916</id>
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			<published>2008-04-21T15:06:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2008-04-21T15:06:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My school counselor just gave me some interesting information about what I can do with all my stuff at David&#39;s. I&#39;m really afraid that he will be really mean about it and try to hurt me or my stuff. I really do love him, it&#39;s just time for me to move along and do my own thing I think. I&#39;m still torn about whether to go to Florida or California. I&#39;m really afraid that no matter where I pick I&#39;ll be miserable just like I am here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But who knows.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some kid next to me just said hi to me, so I said hi back and he told me &amp;quot;That&#39;s the first time I&#39;ve ever heard you talk.&amp;quot; then he proceeded to ask me why I never talk and I just replied &amp;quot;I just don&#39;t have anything to say.&amp;quot; Which is a lie. But he&#39;ll never know that. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I start work at Burger King today. I&#39;m not really sure what to expect. I kind of feel bad for lying to my manager. He has no idea I don&#39;t plan on working there very long at all. I just hope I can get enough money up to help my mom with all of her expenses. I can&#39;t imagine what it&#39;s like to have a kid and have to take care of them and stuff. I really don&#39;t think I ever want kids. I don&#39;t think I&#39;ll ever get married either. Not until I can find a guy who genuinely wants to understand me. I can hardly understand me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m just glad I know there is a reason why I&#39;m &amp;quot;quiet&amp;quot;. Even though in my head I talk all day long. I really want to quit smoking cigarettes but I doubt that will ever happen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wonder why now that I&#39;m older I feel more and more compelled to write things down. I feel that things have a more significant meaning. Things that only matter to me. Like they were made for me. I should stop thinking I&#39;m &amp;quot;special&amp;quot; though, there&#39;s probably millions of teenagers just like me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Poor them.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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			<title>Springtime</title>
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			<published>2008-04-21T12:02:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2008-04-21T12:02:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">I just wrote a 15 paragraph long entry, but for some reason I wasn&#39;t logged in and an authentication error showed up. I am so disappointed.

Basically that almost ruined my day because it was very well written and I really was happy with the way I had presented everything.

I&#39;m 17, my name is Lauren, and I live south of St. Louis, Missouri. I moved out of my grandmothers house a few months ago and now live with my 23 year old boyfriend and his parents. I am a smart, capable person and can do much better than I am.

I&#39;m really just pissed off because that entry got deleted. Fuck.</content>
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