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  <title>learn from the absurd</title>
  <subtitle>allow me to observe</subtitle>
  <author>
    <email>limegreenbee@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Brittany</name>
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  <updated>2005-11-15T16:17:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:148539</id>
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    <title>lalani @ 2005-11-15T08:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-15T16:17:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-15T16:17:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i couldnt help myself i got a myspace again.  i feel like death.  im obsessed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:128265</id>
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    <title>lalani @ 2005-02-18T08:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-18T16:55:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-18T16:55:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MY TURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:124076</id>
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    <title>lalani @ 2004-12-25T13:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-25T21:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-25T21:28:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:53402</id>
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    <title>Friends Only.</title>
    <published>2003-10-26T21:29:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-11T15:51:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Due to the fact that I don't know who *really* reads this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journal will now be &lt;b&gt;FRIENDS ONLY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still try to make some really boring public posts though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to be added email me and I'll probably add you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update - if you need a code to be on LJ email me a message and I'll get you one.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:53152</id>
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    <title>Public.</title>
    <published>2003-10-26T21:27:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-26T21:27:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Doesn't it seem like sometimes days and weeks blend into 1?  It's hard to tell apart one day from the next because every day seems as if it's the same old thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already today I've stepped in dog barf and sat in cheescake.  I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails are dirty.  Fuck doing my homework.  I gots to do that later.  It's too nice of a day to study.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:52349</id>
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    <title>lalani @ 2003-10-25T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-26T01:27:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-26T01:27:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hit a car today.  Yeah, if that doesn't top the list for the worst first week with my lisence driving experience I don't know what does.  But the good news is is that after that happened I am now forced to become thebestdriverthateverexisted.  Which is a good thing.  ANNNND the better news is that everything was okay.  Yay.  The cars weren't messed up and I only tapped it so now that I'm scared shitless to drive I will drive good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my kitty.  She's out being SLUT - y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL for clubs and activities on my resume do you think I should put lj?  I'm kidding I'm kidding but I dunno'.  There *are* communities.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:51022</id>
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    <title>Let's Hope These Work!</title>
    <published>2003-10-25T00:10:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-25T16:28:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/338%3A272323232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dwp%3E232%3A%3D9%3A3%3D366%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my doggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/338%3A272323232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dwp%3E232%3A%3D9%3A3%3D366%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's meeeeee!  I don't know after all the pictures on my Dad's computer this is the only one I could find.  I'll keep lookin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't work.  SOB I have to practice at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay with the help of Jade I'm trying this one more time...::prays it works::</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:50807</id>
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    <title>Help.</title>
    <published>2003-10-24T20:55:43Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-24T20:55:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to upload pictures...Tim - help me out here...go ahead post anonymously.  I need a free site where I can display them and link them to here.  Or however the hell you do it.  I wanna' show off my puppies.  And I'll put some good pictures of me up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Dave's last day at work.  Yay.  Now he's back to being with meeeeee everyday!  Yay.  I'm so happy.  I know that I shouldn't be because my boyfriend got laid off but yay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I passed my kidney stone.  See, if I knew how to post pictures I could hook it up with a picture of that.  It is awesome.  -geekiness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a quick post of my dorky life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- School is going good my anthropology and psychology teachers are good but my English teacher is a BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I passed my kidney stone Wednesday night and oddly enough that's the part that *didn't* hurt.  But that's because they flushed my bladder and kidney and urethra with water because they wanted it to be engorged so it would have an easier time coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no friends on AIM/MSN Messenger - besides you Tim.  I was on the computer at school and this girl was next to me she had 607.  607!  I think I have like 11 and 4 of them are my sisters other sn's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm curious about my library love...just pondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think that I did too good on my psychology mid term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Italian Job is the best fucking movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I like my outfit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My puppy doesn't have cancer.  Yay.  They weren't sure.  He had to have surgery on Monday and they cut his thing out.  He had like a tumor like thing.  We just found out that he's A-OK.  I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a lot of homework to do this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So far this whole driving thing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to go on vacation.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:50104</id>
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    <title>lalani @ 2003-10-22T08:57:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-22T15:58:07Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-22T15:58:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay I changed it again.  It's cute.  Now it's purples.  I like.  :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:49832</id>
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    <title>I Made a Perdy...</title>
    <published>2003-10-22T15:57:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-22T15:57:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I worked on my page.  It's ugly.  Now I just want my old way.  Pink and cute.  Now it's like blues/purples/teals.  Yuck yuck.  Today I have a KUB.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:49327</id>
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    <title>I PASSED!</title>
    <published>2003-10-21T22:27:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-21T22:27:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>chirping birds and snoring dogs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And I got the biggest friggen bitch ever.  Everyone was like careful if you get the black lady.  Yeah, I got her.  She is a bitch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I missed 11.  So I'm officially a driver.  Not really.  I have nothing to drive.  Well my Moms car.  But I have nowhere to drive.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:48047</id>
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    <title>FUCK YOU!</title>
    <published>2003-10-16T22:51:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-16T22:51:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Still no call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not getting my LJ comments.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:47829</id>
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    <title>lalani @ 2003-10-16T14:47:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-16T21:48:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-16T21:48:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would just like to say that he hasn't called yet and therefore he sucks so hm.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:47136</id>
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    <title>-cuteness-</title>
    <published>2003-10-15T03:04:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-15T03:04:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>*puppy wrestling*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I &amp;lt;3 HK!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new icon.  It is so damn cute!  I &amp;lt;3 it!  It's my girl Deery Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...off to watch Gilmore Girls...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:46857</id>
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    <title>Drivin' Down the Street in My Six-Fo...</title>
    <published>2003-10-14T16:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-14T16:04:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To the beat of the stripper song "girls, girls, girls"..."school, school, school"...I have school today...NOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will drive to school.  Now I wanna' just get this test over with already.  It's driving me just a bit CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 the new book I'm reading.  It is thick and good.  And it smells good.  I &amp;lt;3 the smell of books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye ya'll...oh yay, good shows on tonight...Real World (or did that end since I've been sick?...it's been too long since I got cable :)), Gilmore Girls (yay!  I'm geekily addicted.)  and Newleyweds.  I hate to love it but I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't like Macy Gray.  She's weird.  Thankyouverymuch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lalani:46633</id>
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    <title>First Days SUCK!</title>
    <published>2003-10-13T19:53:07Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-13T19:53:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was my first day back at school.  I walk hunched over, my side hurts and my English teacher hates me.  Otherwise I'm happy to be back.  I did all of my homework that was due that day so no one could yell at me.  Woo hoo *pats myself on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go home.  My Mommy's comming at a little after 1.  I'm going to drive home (practice driving) and take a medicine and maybe go to sleep.  I CANNOT wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave got me a Hollywood Video card.  I know, I know it's not Blockbuster.  Buuut...I have a reason for this.  Hollywood has every season of SATC.  Blockbuster only has the past season.  So...I'm watching season 2.  Poor Carrie just broke up with Big and Miranda just met Steve.  I'm so excited to get to watch all of it when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little bit better.  Besides my achiness like all over I'm doin' good.  My pee is still bloody but I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring schedules are out.  So I got a book for me to look at my classes.  *happy happy happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I dropped my math class?  I did, she sucked anyways though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to all my teachers already except for 1.  At 1 I'm going to run to his class, show him my note and then GO HOOOOME!  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has to return $50 worth of stuff to Barnes &amp; Nobles and she says that I can have it.  My sister is nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken any pain medicine today yet and I think that I might need to already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did some investigation work.  This guy in my class, Cameron, he is married.  I was right, I was right!  He's 22, she's 21 and he works as a youth group leader near school so he gets to live at 1 of the houses that the church owns.  And she's 6 months pregnant.  But yeah, somehow I knew that they were.  Now I'm like...happy for them and stuff.  Okay I sound obsessed.  I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'm tired already.  I just got here at 10.  I get to go home soon.  Sorry I know that I mentioned that a lot.  I'm just really excited for this.  Everyone has to update because I am sick and bored and there's nothing to do.</content>
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    <title>Sick.  Sick.  Sick.</title>
    <published>2003-10-10T22:26:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-10T22:26:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just don't feel well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep and sleep and sleep.  And sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up and I'm counting the hours till I sleep again.</content>
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    <title>Hospital Story.</title>
    <published>2003-10-10T18:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-10T18:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...here's the story in full detail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up Monday morning at 6:35 (I know because I looked...shut up you know you do too when you wake up without your alarm.) because my back hurt.  Then I realized that I had to go pee.  So I get up to go and I have to walk hunched over because my back hurts so damn bad.  I mean bad.  So I get back in bed and just lay there (I had a heating pad on so I was all warm and I just was staring out the window being dumb).  But my back hurt so bad that I couldn't lay there.  But it hurt on my right side not my left side.  My left side is where all the kidney stones have been up until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 15 minutes I go downstairs to the kitchen and tell my Mom.  I still can barely stand up and forget walking I'm hobbeling (is that a word?).  But I go and get in my Grandma's bed and start crying.  At 8:00 I'm freaking out...I can't lay down, can't sit up and I'm pretty much freaking out because of the pain my Mom says we have to go to the doctor.  We go to emergency (oh and before we left the house my Mom tried to get me to take some of my vicodin even though I tell her every damn time that it makes me throw up) and I barf on the side of the road twice.  But they take me right away in emergency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get into emergency they give me a bed.  I am TRIPPIN OUT!  I'm sweating, thrashing around on the bed, like moving the bed, yelling and crying.  And they give me medicine so I don't keep throwing up.  I'm still in a lot of pain and it seems like for fucking ever it took them but I was looking at the clock and it was only like 30 minutes and they gave me morphine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom was freaking out too.  She started crying because I was so upset.  But I wanted her to get Dave to come.  So she calls his house, leaves a message and his Mom keeps calling him till he picks up and then he comes to see me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they sent me to get a CT scan and X-Rays.  I still was throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just went back to the ER and laid there.  They kept giving me morphine and Dave came in like 20 minutes (ha ha funny but no he came to the ER in 20 minutes) and the doctor came at 1 and said that theres 2 things to do.  #1-go home and try to pass it on my own or #2-have a stint put in to help me go to the bathroom and later have another surgery to break up the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we (meaning my Mom because I was so fucking out of it I didn't know right from left) choose to do #2 even though I didn't want surgery.  But the doctor came back at 5 (he gave us that long to decide even though it took 10 minutes to choose what to do).  And he admitted me.  I was all doped up on medicine and I had to sign my own name because I'm 19 that was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the problem was that a kidney stone was in my right kidney (pretty big, about the size of a pencil eraser) and no one had ever really focused there.  But the stone had been dislodged and was stuck inbetween my bladder and my urethra tube.  Remember that I thought I had a uti with blood in my urine...?  That was why.  So there was no way I could pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in room 22 (sorry but I'll remember that forever and it's my birth day) and they thought that they would do it Tuesday night but they were too full.  So Wednesday night they finally took me at 5:00, I was the first surgery.  I got put under anesthesia and everything went okay.  And I got to get out yesterday.  I was so happy.  So it stings when I pee and there's a lot of blood but I'm home so I'm happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to do anything though.  No lifting or anything so I'm free and clear from that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for those that are wondering...my Mom sure was...no there's nothing hanging out.  It's all inside.  And it went in my pee hole.  And they'll take it out by putting me under again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing that made me laugh which wasn't easy because I was in so much pain was the first time that I went pee after I looked down at myself I was scrubbed with iodine from my belly button to my knees.  It was pretty funny I had to show Dave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I finally got to eat Thursday morning and I ate cheerios.  They were so damn good I couldn't believe it.  I hadn't eaten since Sunday night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and because of the irratation of my bladder it was all swollen so my stomach was fucking HUGE!  And the IV fucking hurt my arm so bad.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay now.  I didn't go to school because my Mom wanted me home but I'm happy to be here so that's good.  But that's my whole hospital story.  I have to go rest now.  Bye.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in 2-3 weeks I have ANOTHER surgery to break the stone up.</content>
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    <title>Hospitalized.</title>
    <published>2003-10-09T17:57:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-09T17:57:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the hospital dince Monday.  I'm finally home and sooooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write this more updated when I can use my arm it's retarded from the IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that I get to eat real food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had surgery last night at 5.  They put in a stint to help me go to the bathroom.  I went under anesthesia and everything (ohhh spooky...).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm home and I'm happy.  And for now I'm okay but I have another surgery soon.  But my pee is bloody and that is yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sick.  And tired.</content>
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    <title>Yada Yada Yada.</title>
    <published>2003-10-03T19:36:04Z</published>
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    <lj:music>clickity click click click</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Shit...the Pepperidge Farm gingerbread men cookies are GOOOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 9/15 on my math quiz.  I know that that's not good but it's for sure better than I thought that I would do on it.  So, go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy that likes me...he is so annoying.  I mean I'm flattered be honest here, everyone can say that when someone finds them interesting/smart/pretty they are flattered it gives you a confidence boost.  So, I am flattered.  I'm realizing though that I would never do anything to jepordize Dave and I's relationship.  In the beginning I let my mind wander...what if I did let him kiss me?  What would it be like to go out with someone new?  But in reality Dave is the one for me.  Every damn class that I have to sit through and have him stare at me I realize this more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot more.  I don't know why I started to do this again when I'm so busy but now I feel as if I'm not as busy.  I'm prioritizing myself more.  Woo hoo I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters coming to get me in like 45 minutes so I have some time.  I'm going to upload some more user pictures.  I took the one of me off because um I look ugly and I put a star on.  It's cute.  If I were to get a tat I'd get a star.  Like Kelly Osbourne.  I don't know if I'd get pink.  Maybe just black.  But sometimes for fun I draw on a fake tatoo where I would want it.  It makes me feel special.</content>
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    <title>Kidneys Are Importante.</title>
    <published>2003-10-03T05:23:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-03T05:23:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ER intro song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes I know that I spelt important wrong.  It's the spanish way.  Important-ay.  I know because I speak Spanish.  Fluently.  Yeah, that's an interesting little known fact about me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me (&amp;lt;-----English major) that intro is just short for introduction.  That is bothersome to me.  I know that it's short for the word and everything but when I was writing my music I was going to write introduction but then I stopped myself because it just seemed weird and didn't even sound right.  Even my English paper wrote on my paper "good intro" if you're supposed to be encouraging English and you discourage slang because we for sure aren't allowed to use it in our essays why do you write it to us?  Shouldn't she encourage us to write well?  Yeah well...that just bothered me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to the doctor last night because when I went to the bathroom it looked like blood.  There was no pee (sorry, gross...) it was just blood and no, it wasn't my period or anywhere near (sorry, gross...).  So I went because my urologist gave a lab write up but I didn't get there in time to get it so I had to go into urgent care.  So, I had to wait there for another hour (I spent the first hour waiting at the lab for them to tell me that nope, they couldn't do it without a sheet) in the urgent care to get an appointment.  They took a urine sample after going over my whole medical history from when I was 13!  What the hell is that?  Look it up on your stupid computers!  So, they told me that I did have bacteria.  So, they prescribed me Septra which is just a fucking prescription for a yeast infection (sorry, gross...).  So, we called my urologist because they're running further tests on it and they told me (from the tests that they did today) that I had a small amount of bacteria (ruling out uti) and a large amount of blood.  So they say...kidney stone "on the move" (that's exactly what she said) OR kidney infection.  So...that was my big thang that I've been through.  But, they're going to do yet again MORE tests and tell me more tomorrow.  My Mom keeps trying to sit me down and say "Okay are you pregnant?  If you are tell me."  I keep saying "I'm NOT!  I'm NOT!"...I was telling her about when I had to go to urgent care (because Dave took me) and she's like "oh...I thought that you were going to say you were pregnant".  She only has one thing on her mind.  I swear.  But not only does my back hurt like sore but where my kidney is...that shit is sore.  Like a fucking bruise.  So what does Dave do?  Rub my back really hard and really aggressively to aim to make me feel better...Gotta love boys though.  They rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that we were late to get my bc so now we're back at the beginning.  We have to wait till I get my next period to start again...6 weeks of condoms...I can't wait...*sarcasm*.  I'm sorry but they're gross.  But on the bc side...how long till you lose the weight?  starlitjem (Jade), gurgle (Maria)?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test in psych (as annoying as the intro thing but if you don't write it out you're just fucking geeky) was bad but I guess that was good because then I know what I have to know by the next test.  And it was only 20 points and everyone in the class seemed to do bad in it so I guess that it was okay.  My test in math was not so good either today ha ha.  That's not so funny.  But I am happy because I do get it.  I get it after the test but that is good because I get.  It was on rational functions and it was only a quiz and for anyone who knows what I'm talking about...I found LCD for both the multiplication and division problems when I only had to for the addition and subtraction ones...I got all jumbled and I was writing in pencil...you know how crappy and discouraging that starts to look after a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a boy at school likes me and we talk on the phone.  What the hell am I doing?!?!  But he's younger than me and the same height so it would never last.  Hey...it was fun when it lasted.  But he did ask me out 3 times and called me beautiful.  But yeah, Dave's mad so I won't be doing that anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I aimed to go to bed at 9 so I guess that I'm not that late.  Bye...and if anyone read this far...starlitgem (Jade) and gurgle (Maria)...tell me about the bc thing...when does the weight come off...or when did it for you?</content>
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    <title>Pee Pee.</title>
    <published>2003-10-01T20:06:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-01T20:06:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's blood in my pee.  I have to go to the doctor.  I hate the doctor.</content>
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    <title>Cranberry Juice.</title>
    <published>2003-09-29T19:54:05Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-29T19:54:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I start to really trip off stuff.  Stuff that 10 years from now won't mentally/emotionally affect me.  Like this math class.  And then sometimes I think of like...when I was in elementary school and the stuff that I tripped off then (yes, even then I was a worry wart).  But I can't even remember any of it.  So I question if this too will be somewhat of a waste of time.  Not really a waste of time.  I mean, I know that I need this class to graduate but I don't know...I guess that I can't explain it.  I take all of these classes you know...anthropology and black psychology and I really start to think about this stuff.  And then I think and I'm like I leave this fucking class and all that shit I just learned is flying in my head and everyone else has their own shit going on and I realize that none of this matters.  Everything is just the way it is because everyone is stuck with their stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg The funniest thing.  My dog ate a panty liner.  I know that that's really gross but my dogs will eat anything.  *ANYTHING*  My Mom says that he shit it up on the trail that he walks on.  Yeah, pretty funny.</content>
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    <title>fdoiurtlkndfsgweoiuwrthadncvlkjhadiuqwretlkjfd</title>
    <published>2003-09-28T01:37:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I hate him.  I fucking hate him.  God I wish that he would just fucking leave already.  Make me feel weird in my fucking neighborhood.  Shit bitch I lived here first go the fuck home.  Yeah, I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will never cease to amaze me and that's all that I have to say about that subject so yeah.</content>
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    <title>lalani @ 2003-09-25T10:03:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-25T17:04:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am so fucking depressed.  I got a 47% on my Math test.  I'm so sad right now.</content>
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