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  <updated>2006-11-19T03:19:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:6142</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-11-18T22:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T03:19:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T03:19:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't wait til Thanksgiving break. Hopefully old friends will still be in town and maybe I'll go to the beach? I miss everyone back home :(  &lt;br /&gt;Eff people and their damn fancy cell phones.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:5728</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-10-06T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-07T01:25:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-07T01:25:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm hyyyyyyper. Going to Columbia tomorrow and meeting everyone. Still no parties, but close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENDA TOMORROW! (I'm excited)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:5481</id>
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    <title>update on my life</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T23:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T23:19:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I was super busy and hurt my knee almost tripping down the stairs(I was in a hurry). I got all my tests done, finished my paper, had my meeting with my peer mentor, and now all I have to focus on is my Psycology test. (Which I am convinced I will fail). Kelley is comming tomorrow and spending the night! I'm excited. All of my friends went home this weekend except for Jen. So more company is always welcome. On my way to the grocery store on my bike this car almost hit me and it totally would have been her fault. I was following all laws she wasn't. I'm pretty sure going through a parking lot behind buildings at high speeds is a crime, if it's not, it should be. So it turns out I've actually lost weight being at college instead of gaining the "Freshman 15". Which is good. Nothing exciting ever happens at Winthrop. (SOMEONE SAVE ME) What am I doing on a Friday night? Going to a play. And on Sunday night? Playing Cranium w/the girls. This is my social life. Where is all the alcohol? and sex? and drugs?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:5185</id>
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    <title>¿Cómo se dice "bored"?</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T16:38:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T16:38:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>WINR</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm in desperate need need of comfort. I really miss all my old friends that I never get to see anymore. OhOhOh and going to shows, hanging out in driveways, and all that other fun stuff. COLLEGE IS BORING GUYS, I'M SUPER CEREAL. Last night we played Mancala and Taboo...enough said. Where are all these parties that college is supposedly all about? If you are reading this, just know that I'm mad at you for not comming to visit me. Thanks a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I need to stop being so sarcastic, people are gonna think I'm serious.*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:4935</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-08-31T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T20:16:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T20:17:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to leave for class in eight minutes, but I'm updating! good for me, school is freaking insane but I found free aerobics/dance classes so that's cool. I'm a little sore from yesterday's "Butts, Guts, and Stretching" class. Whatever. IM GOING TO COLUMBIA TOMORROW! I think I'm way too excited but it's okay, I'm allowed to be excited. i was hitting the "shift" key to the beat of the music and it popped up asking if i wanted to turn on "sticky keys". weird. okay i have to go to class now. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it was raining and i didn't want to walk outside sooo, I found a way to get from my dorm to Kinard without going outside. It turns out a whole bunch of buildings are connected. Sweet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:4704</id>
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    <title>America</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T02:03:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T02:03:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">America fuck yeah commin to save the mother fuckin day yeah! (sorry I just watched that movie)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:4487</id>
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    <title>COLLEGE KIND OF SUCKS</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T16:07:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T16:07:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If anyone reads this....&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Winthrop, it's okay besides the fact I miss Glenda like crazy and all my other friends in Columbia. Clsses so far are really crazy and stressful, I have to start my work study next week and I have no idea how to fit everything in. Plus my roomate and I got Netflix for some reason (we will never have time for movies). BAD idea. Anyways other than being homesick and stressed out like mad, I'm alright I guess. Gotta go.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:4230</id>
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    <title>Invasion of Privacy</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T02:03:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-05T02:03:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe my mom. Some days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:3957</id>
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    <title>"Yo wassup Chris?!"</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T03:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T03:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not sure who all reads this, but if anyone does, I think they should know that I am doing awesome and that my life is changed. Sometimes I think I could cry, I'm that dang happy. At this moment in time: life=good. I'm sorry if your life sucks, you should come to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How is this even possible?)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:3716</id>
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    <title>"INSULT!"</title>
    <published>2006-06-23T20:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-23T20:07:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Orientation was.....really boring, although alright at times, wanted to punch some people in the face, met my roomie, realized I will have no life in August. But that is mainly because I will be an hour away of the person who makes me happier than a kid at Disney world. Therefore I must put away all fears and enjoy the time I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to read the dictionary a few times through, that way people can't make fun of my lack of words anymore...insult, psh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:3458</id>
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    <title>Best day of my life?</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T05:19:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T05:19:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Could I say yes?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:3259</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-06-16T01:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-16T05:47:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-16T05:47:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would really like to move out....but first I need a job. Anything. Oh, and I'd need a roomie. Holla</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:2952</id>
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    <title>SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME!!!</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T03:32:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T03:32:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">+FRIENDZZZ&lt;br /&gt;+kickball&lt;br /&gt;+catch&lt;br /&gt;+soccer&lt;br /&gt;+pizza&lt;br /&gt;+geetar&lt;br /&gt;+the "spot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"MEGAN"&lt;br /&gt;-the lost keys&lt;br /&gt;-doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=overall an awesome day!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:2701</id>
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    <title>"Crazy wild"</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T05:00:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T05:00:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm allowed to hang out "in groups" now. Which is good, b/c now I don't have to lie (as much). I have been having really good times lately, but I've realized how horrible of a friend I am and how much I have been neglecting my friends. But I have decided to turn that around and have made plans. I'm really glad I didn't have to beat a bitch up today...(not cute at all btw). I have no worries. Learning to trust. Feeling dizzy/tipsy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:2456</id>
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    <title>I'm BAAAACK!</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T04:04:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T04:04:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rascal flatts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah, Cancun was nice and all....but not as nice as the sound of a certain voice, or finding 7 new e-mails, I could go on but I'm way too happy to even think. Let me just say this- it is so nice to be home. SO nice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:2174</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-05-29T01:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T05:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T05:36:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what where type where no im asking you shut up i said your reading your journal? youre hearing things that im not saying. you can't even type. you know you hate me. but i hate you more. love g</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:1897</id>
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    <title>there's hope</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T03:37:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T03:37:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm hopefully getting a digital camera soon..that would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty bitchin day today, work was actually kind of fun, and i hung out with my boo. (I'm terribly sorry you had to witness my meltdown) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-I think people should be treated like people (in other words-treat others as you wish to be treated, and don't kick dogs, they don't know any better.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:1713</id>
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    <title>To: Fishy/Carone/"punkin"</title>
    <published>2006-05-22T03:52:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-22T03:52:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy One Month</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:1427</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-05-19T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-20T02:33:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-20T02:33:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not sure where I stand. Where WE stand. Freakin A why dis gotta be so difficult?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:1176</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-05-18T23:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T04:12:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T04:12:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">:x: Time = 11:53&lt;br /&gt;:x: Tattoos = not yet&lt;br /&gt;:x: Piercings = ears&lt;br /&gt;:x: Height = 5'6&lt;br /&gt;:x: Shoe size = 8&lt;br /&gt;:x: Hair color = light light brown&lt;br /&gt;:x: Eye color = greenish light brown&lt;br /&gt;:x: Siblings = 2 older brothers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Movie you rented = hmm..?&lt;br /&gt;:x: CD you bought/burned = shakira and imogen heap&lt;br /&gt;:x: Song you listened to = some song on the yahoo radio of mine&lt;br /&gt;:x: thing you bought = gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do:&lt;br /&gt;:x: You wish you could live somewhere else? yes,another country maybe&lt;br /&gt;:x: Others find you attractive = i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;:x: You want more piercings = not especially&lt;br /&gt;:x: You like cleaning = i don't enjoy doing it. the feeling of accomplishment is nice though&lt;br /&gt;:x: You like roller coasters = i wish i could ride one everyday (I LOVE THEM)&lt;br /&gt;:x: You write cursive or print = cursive in my journal, print errwhere else&lt;br /&gt;:x: Teenage smoking = is that even a question? "Do teenage smoking"&lt;br /&gt;:x: Driving drunk = um no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Ever cried over a girl = ....yeah&lt;br /&gt;:x: Ever cried over a boy = suprisingly...yes. twice in my life&lt;br /&gt;:x: Ever been lied to= who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;:x: Ever been arrested = nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Shampoo do you use = tresemme and herbal essence&lt;br /&gt;:x: Shoes do you wear = AE tennis shoes or flip flops&lt;br /&gt;:x: Are you scared of = i'd have to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Of hearts I have broken? zero&lt;br /&gt;:x: Of people I could trust with my life? = zero&lt;br /&gt;:x: Of scars on my body? = a lot of little ones&lt;br /&gt;:x: Of things in my past that I regret? = tonzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Funny = no but i attempt to be&lt;br /&gt;:x: Loveable = no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Caring = definitely&lt;br /&gt;:x: Dorky = hah. yeahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;:x: 4 letter word: what&lt;br /&gt;:x: Actor/Actress: a lot&lt;br /&gt;:x: Color(s): green and grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person who last:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Saw you cry: Mike&lt;br /&gt;:x: Yelled at you: i get yelled at everyday&lt;br /&gt;:x: Sent you an email: spam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Said "I love you"= on accident in 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;:x: Kept a secret= yep&lt;br /&gt;:x: Cried during a movie = no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Planned your week based on the TV Guide: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: What time is it now?: 12:05&lt;br /&gt;:x: Apples or bananas?: bananas&lt;br /&gt;:x: Blue or red?: blue&lt;br /&gt;:x: Walmart or target?: target&lt;br /&gt;:x: Spring or Fall?: fall&lt;br /&gt;:x: What are you gonna do after you finish this?: talk online some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Noise you heard?: a song&lt;br /&gt;:x: Smell you sniffed? what?&lt;br /&gt;:x: Time you went out of state?: fairly recently&lt;br /&gt;:x: Do you want children hell no &lt;br /&gt;:x: Most important thing to you in a friendship is?: honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Info:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Criminal record?: nope&lt;br /&gt;:x: Do you speak any other languages?: no i wish (i am working on spanish though)&lt;br /&gt;:x: Last book you read: 'Tis &lt;br /&gt;:x: Who do you love: everybody&lt;br /&gt;:x: How old do you look? probably about 15&lt;br /&gt;:x: How old do you act?: depends on my mood. &lt;br /&gt;:x: Pets: one dog one cat&lt;br /&gt;:x: What makes you happy?: anything funny, walks, nice weather, friends, g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever:&lt;br /&gt;:x: Thought you were going to die: maybe&lt;br /&gt;:x: Wanted to Run away: yes&lt;br /&gt;:x: Flunked a grade: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Ran away: only to justines house one time. &lt;br /&gt;:x: Skipped a grade: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Been in jail: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Contacted the police: yes&lt;br /&gt;:x: Been in love: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Been in lust: sure&lt;br /&gt;:x: Been suspended: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Stolen Anything: no&lt;br /&gt;:x: Cheated On A Test: YEAH&lt;br /&gt;:x: Been In The Hospital: once&lt;br /&gt;:x: time you ended this: 12:11</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:motary:877</id>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-05-17T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-18T02:32:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-18T02:32:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I make people uncomfortable..and hate themselves. That's pretty much what I got out of our "I need to talk to you" conversation. I almost spilt my guts and almost regreted it. Sometimes I forget how much work relationships need. I just kind of lie around expecting things to be all peachy and never really work at it to make it the best it can be. I do something that makes things worse. I don't even know what it is. I wish I did so I wouldn't do it anymore, but no one will tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do you realize I would do anything for you?)</content>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-05-16T22:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-17T02:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-17T02:42:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is the opposite of numb? I'm just wondering. &lt;br /&gt;Lately things have been happening and my sense of time has been so off. Some days fly by while others could not go any slower. I feel really alone even though I'm surrounded by people and friends. I hope "I need to talk to you" isn't anything bad. That kind of worries me a little. On a happier note, good things lately:&lt;br /&gt;+Shakira&lt;br /&gt;+no more tests&lt;br /&gt;+cute puppies at finley park&lt;br /&gt;+drinks &lt;br /&gt;+milkshakes&lt;br /&gt;+running into people at the store&lt;br /&gt;+movies&lt;br /&gt;+a nice dream&lt;br /&gt;+work is almost done with&lt;br /&gt;+semi-limited stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting to learn(a little)Spanish and also write a song. Wish me luck.</content>
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    <title>motary @ 2006-05-15T00:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T04:47:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">SOOooo...i figured i'd get yet another one of these things. I don't feel as if my thoughts should be read by everyone but anything online isn't really that personal anyway. It definitely doesn't feel like summer time. I keep getting this urge to write a song but my brain and my hands haven't figured each other out yet. I have more to talk about but not enough time so until later...peace and trust</content>
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