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  <title>Wasteland</title>
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  <updated>2009-09-18T02:38:10Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:19325</id>
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    <title>passionate_anal @ 2009-09-17T21:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-18T02:38:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-18T02:38:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A dream is a seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed of a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree full of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the things you can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are the windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through which you can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hint of your future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the things you will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re feeding the seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed of the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of who you will be&amp;hellip;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:19128</id>
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    <title>Should I open it for you?</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T03:17:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T03:17:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>come crawling faster, obey your master.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;I kind of don't know how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changes, and people change with the passing days.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;But then we'd get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be confusing.&lt;br /&gt;People change sometimes so much, you have to struggle to remember how things used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new things come, some good, some bad.&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;annoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:18927</id>
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    <title>passionate_anal @ 2008-11-16T23:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-17T07:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-17T07:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Omgg I haven;t updated in like 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed, and everything has changed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this place.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:18606</id>
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    <title>passionate_anal @ 2008-09-25T09:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-25T16:32:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-25T16:32:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to do more than just exist.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:18193</id>
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    <title>The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T04:09:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T04:09:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m sure that I will alway&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;s be&lt;br /&gt;A lonel&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;y numbe&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;r like root three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; is all that&amp;rsquo;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;s good and right&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Why must my three&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; keep out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Benea&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;th the vicio&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;us squar&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e root sign,&lt;br /&gt;I wish inste&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ad I were a nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nine could&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; thwar&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;t this evil trick&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;with just some quick&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; arith&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;metic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I&amp;rsquo;ll never&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; see the sun, as 1.&lt;br gauntlet_tokenizer_reserved="" style="display: none;" /&gt;7321&lt;br /&gt;Such is my reali&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ty, a sad irrat&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ional&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hark!&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; What is this I see,&lt;br /&gt;Anoth&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;er squar&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e root of a three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quiet&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ly co-&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;waltz&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ing by,&lt;br /&gt;Toget&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;her now we multi&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ply&lt;br /&gt;To form a numbe&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;r we prefe&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;r,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoi&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;cing as an integ&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; free from our morta&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;l bonds&lt;br /&gt;With the wave of magic&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; wands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our squar&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e root signs&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; becom&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e unglu&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ed&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me has been renew&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:17728</id>
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    <title>"/</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T19:11:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T19:11:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beath- BB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time to leave the past where it is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:17504</id>
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    <title>Those who love at first sight are traitors at every glance.</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T13:37:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T13:37:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Roller Coaster</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;  &lt;big&gt;What lies behind us&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; &lt;small&gt;and what lies before us&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; &lt;big&gt;are &lt;i&gt;small&lt;/i&gt; matters&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; Compared to what lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; &lt;font size="+2"&gt;Within Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:17404</id>
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    <title>I admit that I'm just a fool for you</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T04:39:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T04:39:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A Boy Brushed Red..</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#00ff00"&gt;I ate a mouthful of old, cold, gross looking pizza covered in salt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&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;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#00ff00"&gt;It was totally worth it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:16669</id>
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    <title>passionate_anal @ 2008-04-06T02:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-06T06:58:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-06T06:58:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love that really counts&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:16618</id>
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    <title>I'm not sorry anymore, for the way I was before</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T05:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T05:12:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Have you ever stopped to think and realized how much your friends bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Oz, Meli and Noel.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:16279</id>
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    <title>All of the stars fall from the sky</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T17:58:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T17:58:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sorry-NB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Wow, it's only been a week since I update.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because my last entry wasn't really me saying anything, and the entry before that was like a month ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;WELL! The past is the past and I won't talk abut what has happened in the fast weeks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;But I will say, things haven't been getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm starting to question myself on if I even want them to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm listening to everyone when I should really be listening to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Do I really care?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ccff"&gt;Let's see, I think I'll make myself a little calendar on upcoming events.&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th we go back to school, and it's the start of the last 9 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I'm so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Mongole is starting that money thing again, and that's what fucked me up last year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 22nd is Earth Day :3&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something that day.&lt;br /&gt;Then the 25th is Grad Bash ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 28th prom tickets go on sale, but more importantly it's my last chance to get my Childcare license thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous, I don't want to have wasted the year and have nothing to show for it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Then in May 9th it's prom :3&lt;br /&gt;And Leo's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;And the 11th is Say's birfday.&lt;br /&gt;And the 26th [?] is her graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Ash and I are going to go because we don't have school.&lt;br /&gt;Our little Sara is all grown up, lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Then, about a week after her's, on June 3rd, it's ours.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings about that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how life turns out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title> Oh squiggly line in my eye</title>
    <published>2008-03-21T03:32:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T03:32:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The City is at War</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Oh squiggly line in my eye fluid.&lt;br /&gt;I see you lurking there on the periphery of my vision.&lt;br /&gt;But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy, squiggly line?&lt;br /&gt;Why only when I ignore you, do you return to the center of my eye?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, squiggly line,&lt;br /&gt;it's alright, you are forgiven.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>I iz fuck-en lee-gal!</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T17:23:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T17:23:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Could Be Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="current"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;The road you're on may be covered in fog, but you're heading in the right direction.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ccff"&gt;That was my horoscope today.&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy for some reason.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;Anyways, yesterday was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was super hectic because we made plans, canceled, made new ones, canceled, made another and canceled and then finally stuck with one.&lt;br /&gt;Ash, Beck, Deb and I went to Main street and then we went to Publix and bought like a TON of junk food, cookies, cake cupcakes, chips and soda and then we went to CVS to get a lighter and some forks.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lake and set out little "picnic" down and ate.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;But omg we were freezing our asses off. &lt;br /&gt;We couldn't even light the candles.&lt;br /&gt;So we forgot about them and just ate.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers were so cold! I couldn't even tell if I was texting or not.&lt;br /&gt;But then I got the WORST tummy ache from all the food and laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;And Becky was having some drama, so we called her brother to pick us up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Today, the reason why I was so happy yesterday, I got some bad news about that :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, too bad too sad.&lt;br /&gt;Now I iz waiting for Becky to get out of work, Robert to get out of practice, Ash to get back from Homestead [sp?]&lt;br /&gt;And Yayi's grandpa to get home.&lt;br /&gt;And Oz and Kristin and Meli to text back.&lt;br /&gt;Hope today is awesome..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>The sun see not till Heaven clears.</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T17:49:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-08T17:49:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing Better</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday and this morning have been awesomeee!&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night really, because I had a horrible day at school. &lt;br /&gt;Mainly because of Mrs. Weaver. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;The lady from Roger's program was coming at 10 and Roger gave me a pass, so I went to class to show it to her and she told me I couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like uh, ha, funny I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;And took my stuff and left. And she called Roger and told him I leave everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like WTF! But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The night made up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Plans didn't work out, but Ash and Yayi and I went to Denny's and ate, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to TJMaxx to bother Becky.&lt;br /&gt;But omg, Yayi was on like crack or something, she kept tripping over everything!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I haven't had that much much fun at Muvico in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;We left at 9 though, because Ash's mom had to work at 10.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was funnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a secret why I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;It will be revealed soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans:&lt;br /&gt;Today: Not sure yet. Waiting for Yayi, Ash or Beck to text me.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: People coming over? My parents want to cut a cake, yum.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: School. Gay. Go to the bank, if my mom can't take the money out herself. Hopefully hang with Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: School for like half an hour. Then go get m license.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: PARTY HARDY? Beach with peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Some more party-ing at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: School. Movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fill out the stupid financial aid and Miami-Dade applications ;-;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go to college.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:15314</id>
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    <title>true love is a soul's recognition of its counterpoint in another.</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T23:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T23:42:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This is Getting Over You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Omg, today was soo gay!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got an "F" in childcare because I "wasn't doing my work" YES I WAS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And in English i got a "D" on my notebook because I didn't have those stupid answers to the FCAT math questions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rawr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5th was whatever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And after school Yayi and I went to McDonald's to eat, and Ash wouldn't come with us, what a hoe &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then we walked to Wendy's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Jean kind of pissed me off because we were talking about college [Yayi and I]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And we were talking about what I was going to do and Yayi was like, "Didn't you want to be a tattoo artist?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And before I could answer her, Jean was like, "YOU?! A tattoo artist? You can't even draw."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it pissed me off because he's never seen anything I've drawn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either way, I don't want to be an artist, I want to be a piercer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then when I got home I got pissed at my mom because she was talking about getting me a car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And she wants to buy one like from a dealer, like a new one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I'm like no wtf that;s a waste of money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then she wants to put me in classes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I'm like no WTF! Obviously I had to have done something right to pass my driving test [truthfully I failed but w.e]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I asked her if I could borrow the car, for Wednesday, which is like 3 days after I get my license and she said no &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:15027</id>
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    <title>I FUCKING HATE SUNDAYS!</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T18:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-02T18:07:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tenacious D - Wonderboy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;So, I'm just here sitting at home doing nothing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I should be doing homework, but decided not to, and just get on LimeWire and download some shit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;So I'm downloading bla bla bla and I start downloading songs that I used to listen to a long time ago, mainly Taking Back Sunday and Brand New and other shit like that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;And I was like thinking, "Hmm, I wonder what people think this song is about?" So I search the meanings of the songs &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;AND I'M FUCKING DEPRESSED AS HELL &lt;/font&gt;because of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;So I decided to just look up meanings of other songs, basically everyhting on my playlist.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;AND I GOT EVEN MORE DEPRESSED!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;So now I'm just sitting here listening to other songs, not daring to look up their meanings, even though I know the meanings of these songs, making me depressed some more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I fucking hate life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I told Yayi I'd stop posting &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;EMO &lt;/font&gt;entries, lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;So I will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Past week pretty boring.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Pretty depressing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Payed for Grad Bash and right after I walked out of the room I regretted it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I could have used that money for other stuff.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Oh well, I might as well enjoy my senior year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;It's almost over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I got my progress report and was really unsatisfied with my grades.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I'm going to start working a lot harder in school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Actually, I think I'll check my grades online right now, brb.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Okay, so I checked them and they're like w/e.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#3366ff"&gt;NOTE TO SELF: WORK HARDER!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:14705</id>
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    <title>I smell bad...</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T20:46:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T20:46:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe I should take shower.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe I should clean my room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I'll go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this pimple on my face still, it just keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately things keep going down DOWN hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't understand that I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;In school.&lt;br /&gt;At home.&lt;br /&gt;With friends.&lt;br /&gt;On the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just suck at fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything feels so different.&lt;br /&gt;I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back, and start over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:14586</id>
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    <title>~</title>
    <published>2008-02-11T05:14:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-11T05:14:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate how much I've changed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And even more when people point it out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:14276</id>
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    <title>My bitching~</title>
    <published>2008-02-05T05:30:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-05T05:30:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>COB- In your face</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, I told Leo I was going to try and get my CDA but I think it's a buttload of stress I can't handle right now, even though it's my only chance to do it. Maybe I'll do it, on my spare time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I mean, I still have 18 weeks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup, 18 weeks before I graduate...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What joy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hope that everyone, like my sister, who thinks I use my stomach problem to make people feel bad for me or to get out of things get this stupid shit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've had to go back on my meds, I hate it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day is coming around and I still haven't made that stupid thing for Leo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:13856</id>
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    <title>~This is my emo entry~</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T07:16:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T07:17:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HeroHeroine- Boys Like Girls.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I find it kind of amusing when I take a step back and see how much people have changed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And how much I don't like what they've changed into.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then I stop and wonder,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I have turned into someone different.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And if someone is out there thinking the same thing I'm thinking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And if someone hates me because of what I changed into.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hope not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because I wouldn't want to have someone hate me for something I already hate myself for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People look at me and they must think that nothing is ever wrong in my life because I'm always hyper and happy and laughing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But they don't know that sometimes I lay in my bed at night and start to think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then i start to cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And there's no one to talk to, or anyone's shoulder to cry on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I cry to myself in the dark.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And hope things get better in my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we'll see what happens as time goes by.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:13787</id>
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    <title>Please pick me, I'm a terrible mess</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T01:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T01:35:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'm doing everything</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I'm confused, sad, scared, angry, and any other emotinon you can tihkn of&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;What to do, what to do?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:13466</id>
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    <title>passionate_anal @ 2008-01-08T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T20:59:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-08T20:59:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;I got my webbing pierced.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;I'm such a bad ass.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:13225</id>
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    <title>01/01/08 12:24</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T05:24:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T05:24:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a new year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:12888</id>
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    <title>I'm not your star</title>
    <published>2007-12-16T04:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T04:54:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Konstantine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It kind of feels as if I lost a friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe I did, and I haven't found out yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:passionate_anal:12568</id>
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    <title>Beautiful dreamer</title>
    <published>2007-12-08T05:06:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-08T05:06:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Love Song- Sara Bareillis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess when I get stressed, i take comfort in the past, and that's not the best thing because the past makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since I got a computer, I've been watching my tdramas again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that's never good because it makes me realize my life is nothing like what I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just really anxious for winter break I guess, because I know when it comes around, things will be better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It means the competencies will be done and I won't have to bullshit 500 words every week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It means that Christmas is right the next day, adn it makes me happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most importantly, it means Sara comes, and she makes me get out of my funk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emy comes too, so it means party hardy with her and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The choices you make suck.. that's why you end up like that."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's right, and I wish I could change all the horrible choices I've made in the past, but I have to live with the consequences.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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