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	<title>Volcomlove123's Journals</title>
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	<modified>2008-09-24T07:22:41Z</modified>
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	<author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
		  <entry>
	    <title>give a little bit, give a little bit of your love to me...</title>
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	    <issued>2008-09-24T07:22:41Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-09-24T07:22:41Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-09-24T07:22:41Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[the move you made was far to “classy” for me to forget.
I waited by the phone for your call, 
but&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[the move you made was far to &#226;&#156;classy&#226;&#157; for me to forget.

I waited by the phone for your call, 

but someone else was on your mind.

I traded these words all for a lie, but the lie brought me into reality.



Tell me how can you live knowing this was your fault?

the pain and suffering I have ridding on my back

is taking control of my life.

the life i had is slowly coming to an end,

but this end, is just a new beginning for you.

to live life with regret and fear.]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Tell me that you love me again... please?</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:3049371</id>
	    <issued>2008-09-21T06:28:24Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-09-21T06:28:24Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-09-21T06:28:24Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">
 I know the way that the game is played,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0,&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

                            I know the way that the game is played,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

the simple I love you baby, things will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

sounds so realistic when everything in reality is falling down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

I wait up at night, because I want to hear your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

I cry in sadness when I hear those same three words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

They haunt my dreams, cause im scared to be repeating whats not felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

It hurts to think that things will never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

A smile, A laugh, were simply not living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

A death took place and changed us all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;

but what changed us, changed the future more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Thanks.</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:2852381</id>
	    <issued>2008-08-13T19:01:31Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-08-13T19:01:31Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-08-13T19:01:31Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[This has been the longest minuet of my life.<br>Im really lost when I don’t hear your voice.<br>Your this drug that&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[This has been the longest minuet of my life.&lt;br&gt;Im really lost when I don&#226;&#153;t hear your voice.&lt;br&gt;Your this drug that I never can get enough of&#226;&#166;&lt;br&gt;I was so lost until I was found, &lt;br&gt;I was confused but you put me on track&#226;&#166;&lt;br&gt;You gave me hope, when everything was falling out of place.&lt;br&gt;But you lifted me up and gave me grace.]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>google me</title>
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	    <issued>2008-06-26T13:03:58Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-06-26T13:03:58Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-06-26T13:03:58Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[How am I a hot mess? Well this one time I was at home, and my brother
Sam* was out with&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[How am I a hot mess? Well this one time I was at home, and my brother

Sam* was out with all of his friends and I was at home waiting for him

to get back so I could leave. Soon the clock read 9:45 and then I get a

phone call and for some reason I expected the worst. I answered the

phone and it was Alex* asking if my parents were home, but mainly my

father. I told her yes and that there was company over too and she

started freaking out so then i instantly knew that this had to do with

my brother. she told me that he was shit faced and that I needed to

pick him up. So at 10 pm i walked into the living room telling my

parents I was picking up the history assignment i missed that week in

class. they said it was fine. &lt;br&gt;

So i went to market square and saw the car that I knew was Alex's and

parked it and walked over to it. The car was a four door could hold on

average 5 passengers. But when they opened the door about 11 people

came out including my smashed brother.It smelt like beer, vodka and

weed. His other guy friends brought him over to the car and said that

he had a water bottel full of vodka and they never thought anything of

it. &lt;br&gt;

So when me and my brother are in the car he rolls down the window to

his friends and keeps saying &quot;google me&quot; like the website google.com.

Im rather confused and they said that he knows that in the future hes

going to be successful for athletics and that he will be on google. So

he keeps saying google me.&lt;br&gt;

On the car ride home, first off the car smells rather horrible, like vodka and a drunk boy who was smoking weed. &lt;br&gt;

Once we arrived at our house, my parents had company over they were

walking into their car when I was pulling into the driveway and i just

looked at my brother and said you got lucky as fuck. and he started

laughing for un-known reasons. and laughing is contagious around me so

im laughing now too. So they people left and i pulled in and my dad saw

that my brother was in the car and asked what happened to his car and i

told him that he ran out of gas and that me and sam would be in the

house in a minute and that we had to talk. &lt;br&gt;

So we waited about 10 min. thinking they would have gone to bed. but

the second we walked into the house my dad hands my brother asprin and

water and says &quot;your going to need this soon&quot; laughing then walking to

the foyer to go upstairs to bed.&lt;br&gt;

So here I am with my brother sitting on the couch nervous that hes

going to choke on his vomit or something so I stayed up the whole night

watching him sleep and then at 5 am he started saying his head hurt. So

i grabbed a pillow and hit him in the legs and shouted &quot;next time dont

tell people to google you, you idiot&quot; &lt;br&gt;

Now when we talk about it, he gets really embarrassed but I guess its

funnier to tell in person, but it makes me smile every time I saved my

17 year old brothers ass when I was 16. &lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

*: Changed the names for their dignity.]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Its the end of may?</title>
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	    <issued>2008-05-29T20:18:11Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-05-29T20:18:11Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-05-29T20:18:11Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[I havent been on here in a long time. maybe its the fact that i was busy, or its just&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[I havent been on here in a long time. maybe its the fact that i was busy, or its just that time is flying by with colors. who knew that it was already the end of may? or what I had finals this week? for all i knew is that it was still april.&lt;br&gt;So here i am, writing, like normaly about how i knew nothing yet failed to succeed at this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://earthlovepeace.blogspot.com&lt;br&gt;check it out, let me know what you think. Help me make something out of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Keep it real-Peace&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Retracing Our Steps</title>
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	    <issued>2008-03-06T16:02:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-03-06T16:02:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-03-06T16:02:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>I was looking back upon everything that has gone wrong in my life and realized that too many things have&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;I was looking back upon everything that has gone wrong in my life and realized that too many things have happened that I want to forget. I should have made better dississions, not have met certain people and disrespected the one person who means the world to me now.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;It showed me how emotionally corrupt I have become and how much I really regret it all.&lt;BR&gt;Our memories are still being charished&lt;BR&gt;people are reliving everything that we once lived.&lt;BR&gt;They're telling us that they can make it all better&lt;BR&gt;by simply retracing our steps&lt;BR&gt;to one day call them their own.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Today In Math...</title>
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	    <issued>2008-02-26T19:17:13Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-26T19:17:13Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-26T19:17:13Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<SPAN style="COLOR: #ff0000">1) <SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_0><SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_0>Im</SPAN></SPAN> running in a field, not sure where my <SPAN class=blsp-spelling-corrected id=SPELLING_ERROR_1>destination</SPAN> may&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff0000&quot;&gt;1) &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_0&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_0&gt;Im&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; running in a field, not sure where my &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-corrected id=SPELLING_ERROR_1&gt;destination&lt;/SPAN&gt; may be&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff0000&quot;&gt;I need to stop to catch my breath, but I know I cant because your watching me.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff0000&quot;&gt;Your the one pulling me through my days, &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-corrected id=SPELLING_ERROR_2&gt;but&lt;/SPAN&gt; then other times your haunting my dreams&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_1&gt;Im&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; sorry that I loved you because now &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_2&gt;im&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; not sure whats left of me, all I know is that you were slowly killing me.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #330099&quot;&gt;2)I can say &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_5&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_3&gt;im&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; scared of letting you go&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #330099&quot;&gt;Its not that i &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_6&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_4&gt;dont&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; want to, its just I &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_7&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_5&gt;dont&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; know how&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #330099&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_8&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_6&gt;Im&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; scared. Scared of being forgotten because being forgotten just shows that you made no impact on &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-corrected id=SPELLING_ERROR_9&gt;someones&lt;/SPAN&gt; life.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #330099&quot;&gt;But if I &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-corrected id=SPELLING_ERROR_10&gt;wasn't&lt;/SPAN&gt; forgotten then I would feel that I have accomplished my life goal.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #330099&quot;&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #000066&quot;&gt;3) I can see it now, the way she looks at you, the way she talks to you&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #000066&quot;&gt;It makes me have this sense of jealousy, ragging through me, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #000066&quot;&gt;breaking me when you give her a smile, a nod and a wave. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;COLOR: #000066&quot;&gt;I wish it was only me you saw, but &lt;SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_7&gt;im&lt;/SPAN&gt; understanding why your not.&lt;/SPAN&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>I was tagged.</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://volcomlove123.buzznet.com/user/journal/1862911/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1862911</id>
	    <issued>2008-02-20T20:05:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-20T20:05:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-20T20:05:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 3.75pt 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">1. If you could say anything to&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 3.75pt 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;1. If you could say anything to the person who has hurt you most in life what would you say?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 3.75pt 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I wish the same kid I was best friends with growing up with, would come back and the ass you are now would disapper.&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;2. When will your next kiss be?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;     This weekend. haha &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. What song are you listening to?&lt;BR&gt;.&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;The Audition. Warm Me Up&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;4. Who does it remind you of?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;     Its to insane to speak of. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. Last movie you watched? with who?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;    Across The Universe&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;   Well I have my people next door who are in my grade but fuck them because i dont like them. So in Wilmette.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. What CD is in your stereo?&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Say Anything&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. Has a friendship ended recently that you wish hadn't?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;     &lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;Nope.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;11. What are you most looking forward to?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;    Getting out of this hell hole&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;12. What are your nicknames?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;       Mackattack, Mackie, MDog, umm hey kid.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;13. Describe your dream life:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;      Being a photographer for either Rolling Stones Mag. or ESPN&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;14. Where would you like to live?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;either New York or Utah&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;15. Last time you spent the night at someone's house?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;   &lt;STRONG&gt;Last night.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;16. When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;       &lt;STRONG&gt;When I found out my parents are making me go to college, so tonight. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;TOP TEN THINGS ABOUT YOU&lt;BR&gt;1. Are you single?   &lt;STRONG&gt;Yes&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;2. Are you happy?  &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900&gt;am i ever?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;3. Are you bored? &lt;STRONG&gt;nope. this is entertaining.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;5. Are you Italian&lt;STRONG&gt;?&lt;/STRONG&gt; yah&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;6. Are you pregnant? No, but that would be a good one.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;8. Are you cool? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #009900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;hell yes!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;9. Are you Irish? &lt;STRONG&gt;yah&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;10. Are your parents still married? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #009900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Yes 25 years&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;TEN LASTS:&lt;BR&gt;1. Last phone call you made: Niki&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;2. Last phone call you received: People call me. wow.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;3. Last person/people you hung out with? Rose and Niki&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;5. Last person you tackled?:  humm... the hobo on the streets of Chicago.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;6. Last person you IM'd: Dont have the time&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;7. Last text message you received: Rose i think. i dont really check those.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;8. Last person you hugged?: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #6600cc; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt; I Dont hug.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #33cc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;9. Last person you hated?:&lt;STRONG&gt;  Number 6 from the questions above.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #33cc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;10. Last person you laughed with?: Katie and Muffy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>The way your lips crash into me</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://volcomlove123.buzznet.com/user/journal/1834301/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1834301</id>
	    <issued>2008-02-15T20:06:33Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-15T20:06:33Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-15T20:06:33Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[im starting to become scared. The fear of<BR><BR>losing my show at succeeding my goals in life.<BR><BR>I feel that i should&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[im starting to become scared. The fear of&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;losing my show at succeeding my goals in life.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I feel that i should appoligives now because im to scared to&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;not say its before im gone.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I cant get rid of you, your voice is screaming&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;in my head. I cant take this nightmare of life anymore&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;no not anymore.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your attached to me, like the paintings hanging on my walls.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The thought of getting rid of them doesnt make sense to me,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but losing you does too.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I cant get rid of you, your voice is screaming&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;in my head. I cant take this nightmare of life anymore&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;no not anymore.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Its finally time for me to say goodbye, Your lips&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;are still making me go crazy when you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;crash into me.]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Dear.....</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://volcomlove123.buzznet.com/user/journal/1807241/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1807241</id>
	    <issued>2008-02-10T19:08:55Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-10T19:08:55Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-10T19:08:55Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>Dear&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ,</P>
<P>Your words make my heart skip beats. They create this connection so I understand whats going on throughout the&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>volcomlove123</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;Dear           ,&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Your words make my heart skip beats. They create this connection so I understand whats going on throughout the world. Your always there for me no matter what the ocassion is. Your someone that I know will always be there for me.  Anything that happens to me I know ill be okay because you'll be the one to save me from the horrible days. Once I got to know the real you, you made me want to never forget you because once you were in my heart I didnt want to let go. I can say that I love you because your someone I know I will love for the rest of my life. You helped me overcome my thoughts on love, when I believed that 'love' was not real.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Thanks for everything, because if you werent here with me, I dont think I would be either.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Love always, &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
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