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  <title>Seven on the Line</title>
  <subtitle>Chelsea</subtitle>
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    <name>Chelsea</name>
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    <title>xxmeekaxx @ 2005-02-06T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T08:39:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T08:39:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frou Frou -- Let Go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It has been forever. All of my friends are getting Xanga's now but it
is my point to keep this one up and running, not a Xanga, pfft.
Things have been complicated lately. School's been shitty, and
midquarters are coming up. That means a book review for Reading, a
history test and paper, and an Algebra II test this Thursday. Then
there's bowling. The stress from all those matches, the frustration and
pressure of it all -- the pressure I put upon myself. And all the
people at the alley, they all know. They know about everything, every
single one of them. Someone needs to learn to keep their mouth shut.
Someone that I spilled my heart to and just left me hanging.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT MY PANTS BACK!&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>ARGH</title>
    <published>2004-08-16T23:15:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-16T23:28:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Phantom Planet -- California</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm just so sick of some people, how they abuse other people and their general greatness.  It's been that way for awhile, do you not see how lucky you are?  You've got HER, so cherish her and treat her like the princess she is.  YOU, you're not stable enough for her with your constant mood swings. No one knows what's going through your mind.  The whole "relationship" is doing more damage than good.  Fix it. NOW.  I can't bare seeing her like this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have high expectations.  Maybe? I do, and I won't deny it.  Unfortunately, you're not meeting those expectations.  Do you care?  Of course not.   I gave you a second chance.  Does she believe me?  Of course not, because I'm not thrilled by you as of yet.  But I have no reason to be, so what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides THAT drama, everything else seems to be fine.  I'm going to a womens pick up game today, but I still can't fucking play.  I don't wanna make my toe any worse than it already is, becasue it's been way WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna start soon.  The only good thing about that is there's hopefully gonna be a juniors tournament early in the year. Yay!  Other than that and Algebra II, I'm pretty much dreading that returning day. Oi.</content>
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    <title>My day off</title>
    <published>2004-08-11T05:07:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-11T05:07:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally a day off.  A day away from everyone, and everything.  I slept in today, and then I got online to talk to some people, which ended up in me being online basically all day checking stuff out and just messing around in general.  Then I decided to clean the bathroom and did a half assed job at that, but at least it looks better.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the show at Millenium.  It should be interesting, I've never been there before.  Sydney is coming with me, and Iain and his buddies will probably meet us there.  I don't know about Chris and Jason, but it would be a relief if they DIDN'T show up.  They're everywhere now.  Oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got off the phone with David. Heh. It's nice he's back, he's such a good friend.  I feel really bad for him though.  He's stuck in an apartment with just his dad and cats.&lt;br /&gt;The fair is coming up though.  Styx are playing. Yayyyy! It's gonna rock.  The rides, the shows, the food...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xxmeekaxx:14377</id>
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    <title>Amherst...</title>
    <published>2004-07-19T02:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-16T11:23:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're back.  Oh how I wish I were still in Amherst.  When we had originally left I didn't know what to think, would it be fun?  How could I have ever questioned that?  When I look back on it I wish I had taken in everything we'd done in stride, and cherished it for what it was, enjoyable or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first thing we did when we got there was meet Nuge, and CIT Bob Wang. They were the ones picking us up.  Bob had his dad's Lexus.  Oh goodness it was beautiful.  Then, we got to Hampshire college.  The dorms were decent, room for lots of stuff, but the beds were HARD.  I was the only one with a roommate, so my room was really big, and I soon learned that a lot of activity would occur there.  The four of us went to eat lunch in the cafeteria.  Mmmmm how I miss that food. Afterward, we played some card games and threw around a bit.  Later that night just before curfew, we played a game of hot box in the dark.  That's when I knew this camp was gonna ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up thanks to Cale, because he needed breakfast. Haha that boy loves to eat.  Then we were told the disc golf course was open and so we all played that.  I got a bloody nose second time around so I didn't get to play. Meh, I sucked at it anyway.  We were just about to go eat lunch when I was told someone was there to see me.  RACHEL!! So we went out to lunch and to visit NMH.  We also stopped by her house, and arrived back a little before 4pm.  Then I got my room key and such, got dressed and walked to the fields for the day.  We played a few pick up games, and it was interesting.  So damn hot too.  It was really awkward though, because I was on Chris's team, which lasted the whole camp...&lt;br /&gt;So the next day after some throwing drills and such they lined us up by height and numbered us off.  Then we were on short term teams.  We played a few games and then did more drills. Later that night we went to the conference room and permanent teams were announced.  [At least I think that's right...]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one night Mouse was hungry. So I gave him my leftover food that I had from going out with Rachel.  Unfortunately, he didn't like it.  Therefore, making the most noise possible, he ran back down to my floor and threw all of the gross food in front of my door.  So I invited him in and we had a party.  Other guys followed him down and the numbers in my room rose from about 4 to 15 in about 5.34 seconds.  Then curfew came and the party was over. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I got lots of praise for throwing a good party, and had people asked what room number I was in so we could all hang.  VERY cool.  Anyway, the day went by with the finishing of scrimmages between teams and then in the afternoon was the first tournament game.  Our team stomped the red team, 11-0.  We were on a bagel roll, scoring a total of 37 points in a row before another team scored on us.  Later that night I went back to my room and after making it clear I didn't want a party that night, was joined by a guy I learned to be Brian Cox.  He was on my team, sure, but I still didn't know who he was.  Anyway it was about 10pm and we just basically chilled in my room for an hour.  It was one of the most in depth convo's I had had in awhile.  We clicked.  And then he had to go, and it was sad, but I knew I'd see him tomorrow haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the day of the full tournament.  We won all of our games, and went to finals, which we won I think 15 - 8 or so.  I can't believe I'm forgetting all of this. Weird stuff. Anyway after all of this, it was crazy insane madness to shower.  Then Sydney and I went to practice our talent for about 30 minutes later that day, step dancing.  Shino found me and we went to a corner to practice. [Finish post later, must go to pick up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDiT: For you, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were practicing for the talent show that was to happen in about 20 minutes.  We had to figure out what beats went with what Shino knew, teach her some new stuff, and learn some new stuff ourselves.  Chichi came over a few times to check what was going on, and ask if he could watch. SYDNEY HAD A FAN CLUB! He was ushered away though and told he would see soon enough -- which was definately correct as everyone began to head over towards the conference room.  Suddenly, as we redid things one more time, Brian Cox appeard with Chichi and were standing there waiting for us!  It was really weird... I was like uh, hi!  But we walked to the conference room and we were looking for a place the 4 of us could sit, but then Sydney and Chichi sat down so Brian and I were lost to finding somewhere to sit.  So we sat down together and watched the talent show.  It was really awesome, he was part of a skit that was HILARIOUS, and then I did the stepdancing.  Somewhere in between that we were talking about sleeping arrangements and he was like "I know you want to sleep in my bed, but it isn't happening." And he put his hand on my thigh and I said "awww" It was saddening, in an odd sort of way.  After that I tried to convince Brian to give my friend directions to the field for the next day.  He ended up leaving a message, but one that began, "Hi, my name is Brian, I like long walks on the beach..."  This conversation with himself went on for about 5 minutes before he hung up.  I told him we'd try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at camp.  Awards, region games, and coach/campers game.  Brian did get to talk to Rachel and gave her decent directions to the field. &lt;br /&gt;The games were interesting to say the least, us west coasters won all 3 of our games.  It was cooool.  Then awards were given out and for the first time I realized that camp was ending.  We rode back on the bus and began packing our things.  I hadn't packed at all earlier that day, and in the rush to pack everything and leave, I left the strap to my checked bag in the dorms.  Damn did that suck.[More later, time to watch Miracle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to finish this entry.  My god was it one long week.  So I returned my dorm key and brought my stuff to the lobby.  I met Brian's mom again, and we all put our stuff in her and Chichi's car.  Then we drove to Brians house.  HOLY SHIT WE WERE IN A RAINSTORM.  It was amazing, it just came out of no where and then went away really fast.  Weird weather like that I guess is normal there. :-/  Soooo we all arrived and put our stuff down and chilled.  It was Brian, Cale, Chichi, Chris, Dan, Me, Robin, and Sydney.  We all just kind of hung out there for a bit and we ordered pizza.  Yuck.  Then the skies became sunnier and we decided to go across the street and play some hot box.  So we played... and played... and played s'more.  When we all got hot and gross we decided to go back inside.  From there we went to hang out at SULA.  Robin had already left.  So we piled into Chichi's 2004 Honda civic coupe to ride to SULA.  Now this was an interesting endeavor.  We had Cale, Chris and Dan in the back, with Sydney laying across them.  Then you had Chichi driving and me and Brian in the front seat. [OH YEAH!]  So we arrived at SULA and everyone but Cale picked up on a team.  It was interesting to say the least, I mean they had a handler in zone defense who I could throw better than, and that's saying something.  Brian would come over now and then and cheer for me, and there was this one deep throw straight down the line, that I almost had a d on, but now that I think about it, it's better I didn't, because it was likely I'd hit Brian straight in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SULA we all went to the Hangar.  [Correct me if that's spelled wrong]  We were going to watch the broadcast of College semi's. We got there and waited for people to show up.  We didn't know if anyone would, but then Derek and Miranda did. Yayy!  So we got them to change the channel to CSTV, and we sat down to order food.  Sydney sat next to Chichi, and me next to Brian. Woo hoo!  I accidentally ordered what I thought was just a half rack of ribs, but what I later found to be accompanied by onion rings AND french fries.  Holy wack it was a lot of food. [I wonder if it's still in Brian's fridge...]  Then the lovely Amber showed up, and her and Chris got a little cozy [Aw!] while we all ate.  It was a lot of fun, and we left just after womens semi's were over. Out in the parking lot people were traversing.  Oh wow.  I think to this day I'm the only one that never did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all arrived back at Brians house.  We played a shit load of video games, and then decided to go play some over at the high school. I  don't remember if we ever played any hot box.  Maybe one game, and then the traversing started.  It was so hilarious, watching Cale between Robins legs, in the dark.  A little asian baby was being born! *edited for content* Then tag started, as Sydney's shoes were stolen and then everyone got a bit wet from the grass.  So we all went back inside and played more video games.  I remember Amber calling her family to see if she could stay the night -- she even asked for tips on how to convince them to say yes.  But in the end they agreed and we all hung out a bit more before sleep time was announced.  I stood there as everyone claimed spaces, not knowing where to go.  I wanted to sleep next to Brian, yes, but I didn't know what he wanted.  I didn't want to creep him out so I did lay down but kept my distance. I mean, he's not available, so I decided to leave it up to him.  Lights were turned out.  I got up to see what all the comotion was about, after everyone finally shut up.  Sydney and Robin were stretching and doing yoga!  It was hilarious to watch. But anyway, I layed back down and tried to get comfy... all by my lonesome self.  Then!  Brian moves over and sort of lifts me up and puts his arm around me so I can comfortably lay on his chest.  Mind you it wasn't so comfortable, because after awhile my cheek got stuck to his pectoral, and that was a little hard pulling my head away.  As I was just about to fall asleep I feel a soft little kiss on my cheek -- and then another. And another.  I was like oi I'm trying to sleep, but at the same time I was like Wooooo hooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eventually get to sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I got up at 8 when a comotion was made and Brian wasn't next to me anymore.  That was kind of awkward to me, and I don't really ever remember connecting eyes with him the rest of the day.  I guess Dan's chair popped up in the middle of the night, and he woke up in an upright chair, not reclined like it once was.  That was hilarious.  We did eventually leave his house, at about 10am, when Bob Wang came to pick us up.  Goodbyes were said.  I don't really remember getting anything more than a hug [which I didn't really feel welcome to] from Brian.  I had a better goodbye from Andrew.  Oh well, what was I to expect?  Nothing but a fling, aye? Best not to get attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a hard time for me, I cried on the plane all the way to Chicago, and then a lot at home when I found out my grandpa died, and just general withdrawl from such great people.  If any more of you read this besides Amber, you guys rock, I miss you lots, and I hope all is well.  You know where to find me if you ever want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I finished it Amber, I finished it! It took me another 40 minutes, but I did it! Yay for me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comment, beotches. </content>
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    <title>I'm goin to Amherst..</title>
    <published>2004-06-30T07:33:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-30T07:33:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Tickets have been boughten.  We're ready to kick it across the U.S. into the east coast we go!  David Breen was kind enough to lend me the money for my ticket, so I can still go on the trip.  I will be WAY fun.  We're leaving on July 9th to Hartford, Conneticut at about 12:40am.  Layovers in Seattle and Philadelphia.  Then we leave on July 16th at 12:15pm, and get back in town around 6:30.  Layover in Chicago.  Inbetween the 9th and the 16th, I'm gonna meet Ben and Tasha, go bowling, play ultimate, and more ultimate.  Maybe even see Raych -- who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jamboree was AMAZING.  Brett did such a good job with everything.  He was so out of it that weekend, poor guy.  Then the cleats he bought me didn't fit, and I felt bad because I went to tell him and he just kind of blew up.  He works so hard.  So we played 4 games of ultimate that day, and all I have to say, is WOW.  Sure, we lost all of them, but I had a pretty good time.  I got to stay back and handle a bit, but not so much because I was afraid to.  Then the other girls kept taking my people, and then yelled at me. Argh.  I didn't get mad though, because I figured, they didn't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;Then was the party.  Oi.  Chris and his buddies left early so they could go drink, and just went for food. Whatever though.  The halibut there was SOOOOOOO good. Oh goodness it was yummy.  We stayed, and I hung out with Drew because he had no one else to be with, haha.  Sydney got mad at me because I was overreacting about her substance problems.  See, I admitted it.  I overreacted.  Johnny ran around nude, and he stummed the guitar with his penis.  It was bad and will be forever burned in my head. Yucky. Then we all went dancing with Joel, haha good times.  And I tried to mosh with Johnny. [he had clothes on]&lt;br /&gt;Next day was more tournament play.  We played two more games, and lost the first one miserably.  Then we almost had the second one won, with the help of Sydney, but then they made an amazing comeback. Argh.  THEY KEPT CALLING TRAVEL ON SYDNEY, WHICH IS  BULLSHIT!  Then we watched semi's and I fell asleep and was awoken to watch finals.  Spin the Bottle won 15-14, hard cap at 15.  Damn hard cap ruined it.  It was a GREAT game though.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we all went to the Mooses tooth and ate food.  I had a salad because Sydney and someone's name who I forget decided to split a pepperoni pizza. I made the largest watermelon splat, that's what I won for the weekend.  Oh, and my team won a kickball game.  That's where we belong, in a kickball tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent some time with Sydney, and said goodbye to Joel and some other people I had never met.  Broke the sliding door, and the 30 year old ottoman.  Yeah, I'm just a destroyer.  Damn me.</content>
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    <title>Ultimate to the LIMIT!</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T10:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T10:20:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">EDiT: The pictures in the entry below aren't working due to Photobucket being a bitch.  It should be up soon, hopefully, and my pictures will work again. Yay. Anyway, on to the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's SO nice to be home after not seeing this place for 4 days.  On Thursday Syd's mom picked me up for acceleration and we were gonna go to Nana's house for Brett to pick us up.  But since we couldn't get inside, we ended up going thrift store shopping.  That was interesting.  Syd got a nice pair of sunglasses out of it though.  After acceleration, Syd and I convinced Nana to take us to Century to go see Mean Girls.  It was a pretty good movie -- funny.  Then we walked to my mom's work and she took us back to Nana's.  Then we got online and Syd started telling Chris H. about how I supposedly like Chris P.  It was entertaining, I must say.  Too bad most of it was a lie. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we got up and Sydney was trying to plan time to hang out with Luke.  Yuck.  We went to see The Stepford Wives and that was interesting.  I must say, I don't find movies that interesting anymore.  At least the ones I see in theatres.  Even Harry Potter wasn't that good -- mainly because I don't remember it.  Maybe it's because I can't concentrate. I don't know, but it's not really something I enjoy anymore.  Then we went to Wee B's to eat food.  It was pretty good.  I guess on the ride there Sydney called Luke's house to find out he wasn't home.  So she was upset.  But I don't even bother with her when she's upset anymore.  I either get yelled at or shrugged off.  And there's times I REALLY want to know what's wrong, if it was something I did, but she won't even tell me.  And when she thinks she's going to say something that I don't agree with, or thinks isn't a complete thought, she won't even begin to explain.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;This is where the real fun begins.  Nana took us over to Davis fields to cheer on the Ultimathon players.  It ended up Red needed another player, so Syd signed on. Now note, it started 12 hours before.  But they welcomed her and gave her her time slots -- she was to play for about 20 hours.  I stayed with her that whole night, even got drafted to score some games.  Two to be exact, but the times I was refereeing at were about 5am - 9am.  I got many compliments about my enthusiasm at such late hours.  I didn't get to sleep until about 9:30 or so, and at 9:45 I heard Bruce: "Where's Chelsea?" I was like, oh shit.  He didn't talk to me the rest of the time, just gave me weird looks. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm Saturday we were picked up and taken to Nana's where we showered and cleaned.  We even slept a bit, but not much.  Soon after, we went to the Black Pearl show.  That was rockin.  Can't wait for Friday.  Then we went to Taco Bell with Luke and his mom.  He's so mean to her, it's sad.  We went to my mom's work and she took us to the store to buy ice cream for people at the fields.  It had just started raining too, so we knew not many people would want ice cream. Buuuuuuuuuuut they wanted it earlier so they were gonna get it.  That night I went to sleep about 4am and didn't officially get up until around 2pm.  Still, for the next six hours I was moping around being tired. Haha.  We finally went home around 8:40pm.  What a relief.  That weekend was a blast though. Heh.  NERD BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Monday and we went to League.  We lost our game, 15-10.  But I'm proud still -- our team was down 8-1 at half.  With that, I will now sign off, as it is Tuesday at 2:15am.  Goodnight everyone, and pray the Brits don't beat Anchorage's world record!</content>
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    <title>Pix</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T08:37:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T09:14:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/xxmeekaxx/c512a3e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/xxmeekaxx/Sky_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/xxmeekaxx/Sky_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/xxmeekaxx/Sky_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/xxmeekaxx/5f3c2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/xxmeekaxx/Sky_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/xxmeekaxx/dd1d16a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Playtime!</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T21:23:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T21:23:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've got a few minutes before Sydney's mom comes to pick me up for acceleration.  First time back in, one, two... two weeks? Yeah, sounds about right.  But anyway, I decided to take some quizzes to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/piratesmile/1075780045_essneakers.jpg" border="0" alt="sneakers"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sneakers- funny, laid-back, and goofy, you love to&lt;br&gt;make people laugh and have a good time.  You&lt;br&gt;enjoy comfort and don't care to much about what&lt;br&gt;people think of you.  You like to hang out with&lt;br&gt;your buddies and just have a good time. [please&lt;br&gt;vote! thank you! :)] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/piratesmile/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Shoe%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the 3 quizzes I took, I only liked one.  During this time I found out Sydney's mom had to get ready, then they couldn't pick me up, now they can.  *shrugs*  We're going to Sydney's house.  I can sleeeeeeeeeep!</content>
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    <title>Ultimate!!!</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T06:10:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T06:10:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sake -- To Love is to Lie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">As I'd like to say, [The Missionary Physicians] we won our game.  It was planned to go to 13, but we took half at 8, so game went to 15.  Then, it was tied at 14, win by two, hard cap at 17.  We scored twice, and won our game.  &lt;br /&gt;We are also the color green.  mmm green.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xxmeekaxx:13022</id>
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    <title>Long fucking entry</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T02:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T02:15:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Golden Eye -- MSI</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I did a bit of editing on my journal, I guess you would call it Botox, and not quite a face lift.  But I couldn't really see the writing on the page because of my sexy monitor, so I changed it to a more visable color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.  School is out.  Thank God.  I really hate it, but only because of the homework.  Classes aren't so bad.  I really wonder what a REAL high school would be like.  I could definately say that I would get better grades, because things are more basic, but they wouldn't accept my absences. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first league game is tomorrow. I have to figure out who will give me a ride home though, since Chris isn't answering his IM's... what a bitch. heh.  I heard there was going to be an all high school league team though, which once again will result in my league team never winning a game.  Hopefully they'll give us a coach, otherwise, we'll be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my stitches out on Tuesday.  I really would like to know how Jeremy can not feel bad, about the fact that he cut my fucking hand.  That he even pulled a knife on me!  Just goes to show, the boy needs more help then he lets on.  It's definately more than some ADHD crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess over last weekend Justin broke his back doing laps at the track.  I guess it was some sort of heat, and he just flew off the quad.  No idea about any more than that.  Also, Morgan hasn't been calling me back when she promises she would.  I'm kind of upset about that, because I want to hang out, but obviously she doesn't.  She's just &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; busy. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being bored right now, I have a pretty good outlook on this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11th - 13th: Ultimathon [hang out and cheer time woo hoo]&lt;br /&gt;June 18th: Show at Bitoz [Said to have a sick line-up]&lt;br /&gt;June 26th &amp; 27th: Jamboree [parties off the hook!]&lt;br /&gt;July 4th: Independence Day [First in town 7/04 in years!]&lt;br /&gt;July 10th - 15th: Amherst Ultimate Camp [More about this later]&lt;br /&gt;July 28th - 8/6: Vacation to Cali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the time will be full of internet surfing, sleeping, eating, and Bitoz shows.  Maybe some hang out time at Town Square!  Those people were so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the Amherst camp.  Sydney, Chris Kosdenar and I are going to Amherst MA for an ultimate frisbee camp.  Rachel said she wanted to visit me, and I'm sure she will.  Ben, Tasha, and hopefully Missa will drive up from VA to meet me for the first time.  I'm so excited.  That would be bomb if they came up to see me.  Just thinking about it makes me all warm on the inside. John mention me coming down to VA, but I think that will have to wait for another trip. If this one goes well, then maybe I'll be able to fly down and spend more than 3 hours with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real challenge this summer is to persuade mom into letting me get my tongue pierced.  I talked to Kel, and she educated me about the risks involved, and honestly, they're not that great.  Mom just doesn't want me to get it done for some strange reason.  This liking for the aforementioned piercing did just come out of no where, so I guess I just have to show interest in it for more then a few days.  Maybe then she'll say yes. Hm.</content>
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    <title>:-p</title>
    <published>2004-05-14T07:46:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-14T07:46:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jesse's Girl -- Bruce Springfield</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Send him deepo.  HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiiight.  Ultimate was good times today.  Lots of new people came out, and it was really nice weather.  The juniors tournament is this Sunday. Killer.  East is gonna fuckin murder everyone -- unless we whip out the zone defense.&lt;br /&gt;Show Friday -- Kelli, Sydney, and I are going.  It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Reed camp got cancelled.  Lame.  But it's been said that I may go to a camp in Amherst, MA with Sydney instead.  That would be rockin. B-)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xxmeekaxx:12400</id>
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    <title>xxmeekaxx @ 2004-05-03T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-03T23:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-03T23:37:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I found out a few people have LJ's. No one ever tells me anything!  So I'm gonna update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was full of non-stop action.  Friday we were picked up by "Luke's mom" (aka Chris) and we drove around town.  We walked to costal trail.  It was good fun.  When we got back to Syd's nana's house we were locked out, and it was a major bummer.  We had to call nana and wake her up to get her to unlock the door. Poor nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.  Got up at 10:00. Went back to sleep until 10:50.  Got yelled at by Brett to wake up.  Finally got up, got dressed, and went to acceleration.  Got back to nana's and decided we'd go to the show at 8.  Chris's band was supposed to play at 11.  BUT Bitoz booked too many bands and they didn't play until like 12:15, and by then I was out of it.  The pit sucked because everyone had left, and the night was just... full of adventure. haha.  Didn't get home until about 3:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we got up at 8:00am.  Went to pick up Steve, and then headed out to the clinic at Steller.  It turned out okay, Chris Kosednar came out to it, and that was, to say the least, interesting.  He kept calling Syd and I weird.  I'm weird because of my piercings, and she's weird because she stands with her feet out. Haha.  After that was over we went back to nana's and cleaned the room.  There wasn't going to be time for a nap for me, which made me sad.  Then we went to pick up.  Shawn ended up borrowing my shorts, and, well, that was pretty funny.  But yeah, I played 2 points and then I couldn't play anymore. I hurt my left leg at the clinic and the pain wouldn't go away.  Still hasn't.  Chris stopped by though, to say hi.  I thought that was pretty cool.  He said I left some gray gap zip up hoodie in his car from awhile back, though I never did.  &lt;b&gt; If it belongs to anyone, please tell me! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today because of the pain + sleep deprivation.  I would have gone to my afternoon classes but I would have been yelled at by Nina. Whatever though.  I don't think I'm going to acceleration, and Sydney's mad at me.  Hopefully she'll get over it.  I tried to get her to ask Mark to change long distance to Wed, but she says he probably won't, which means she isn't gonna try.  I really want to work on long distance, but it's pretty harsh, and I don't want the pain to get any worse.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xxmeekaxx:12054</id>
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    <title>Nothin much to say...</title>
    <published>2004-03-27T05:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-27T05:20:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tenacious D -- Wonderboy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mom had to go to work today, so I was left at home.  I don't have to go to Sydney's house because mom's gonna take me over there tomorrow after we pick up Morgan.  Then I get to go to acceleration. Yay.  After that, I get to come back home, and clean some more.  I guess our goal is to be able to put in the new couch.  It'll be tight.</content>
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    <title>Down with the sickness</title>
    <published>2004-03-03T09:32:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-03T09:32:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a cold.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xxmeekaxx:11754</id>
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    <title>Life, as it is now...</title>
    <published>2004-02-25T01:36:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T01:38:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow it's been awhile since I have updated!  I have been on this site but I just wouldn't tell myself to update!  Jeebus, I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!  Let's see.  I went to David's birthday party.  It was a lot of fun, my first Aces hockey game!  I want to go again.  On that same note, David's beginning to piss me off.  "It's not 100%..." Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Luc is going to be taking over for Troy [The geometry teacher] for the next few weeks, and I'm pretty excited.  He rocks.  And Alan's going to call him Hugh Jackman.&lt;br /&gt;Um, let's see.  The house is a fucking mess, you can't cook anything in the kitchen, the entry is totalled, and I need to clean my room. lol&lt;br /&gt;Raych is coming back up here to visit in March, and that'll be cool.  I have to remember to check out if she can shadow me at school!  That would be cool if she could.&lt;br /&gt;Fee's are due for acceleration, which isn't a problem, grandma was nice enough to offer to fund my next session.  I'm going to request to stay on level one, if they try to move me up because I missed a lot last session, so I'm not ready to move ahead.  The trainer we had on Monday was great.  I had a good time.  I still miss Beau though.&lt;br /&gt;I got some new shirts, because I honestly have about 2 I could wear.  Now I need some new jeans!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that's about it.  Nothing too grand.</content>
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    <title>BOREDOM</title>
    <published>2004-02-08T06:56:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T05:07:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright so, I've been online ALL day.  This was one of the most boring Saturdays ever.  I got 2/4-5 pages on my history report done.  I have a HUGE problem rephrasing information.  I talked to Ben in the middle of everything who LIED to me, saying that if I called Tasha in 15 she'd pick up the phone. So I called @ 5:30. NO ONE PICKED UP THE PHONE. Then I called at 6.  NO ONE PICKED UP THE PHONE AGAIN.  Obviously, Alaska is not wanted. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday turned out to be a Geometry test. More than half the class had no idea there was going to be a test.  So I turned my test in blank, in protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school on Friday, because at Acceleration the night before I injured my foot.  I ended up going to the emergency room during school time, because of the pain.  There were no broken bones, they said I probably sprained it.  But most of the time, it is worse than it being broken because it takes longer to heal. FUCK.  After that I went to school, found out some stuff about Biology, and met with the Geometry teacher.  He's letting me take another Chapter 5 test next Wednesday.  My rebellion against how unfair it was to give us a test worth 60% of our grade without clearly telling us, worked.  I got in trouble for trying to rally the class to go along with me though. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I also got my computer back.  It had been at the Gateway service area since Monday.  They had to reload the whole operating system, so I lost everything.  All my pictures, all my music, and all my custom programs!  I'm pretty upset, but I've downloaded almost everything I had.  We also got a new monitor, and might I say it looks VERY sexy.  I have to upload the pictures of it.</content>
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    <title>Why I don't get a 4.0</title>
    <published>2004-02-01T01:08:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T05:07:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's the first week of school, and I'm so amazingly cool I missed 2 days.  I'm behind on a project for Biology, as in, I have no idea what it is.  It's due this Friday too.  Everything else I should be fine in, I just have to get working on my project for history.  Something about the black death. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Acceleration is still as hard as ever, and I've realized I'm the least capable in my group.  Oh well.  I guess I'll just have to look at it in a different way, such that Sydney &amp; Brett have been going for almost a year.  That's like 3-4 sessions probably.  This is my first one. Heh.  Next week is Beau's last week as our personal trainer.  Apparently he's moving to the continential United States.  Lucky bitch.  Just kidding! Love ya Beau!  Even if you do work us til we puke!</content>
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    <title>The No Spin Zone Biatch</title>
    <published>2004-01-19T23:44:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-20T00:24:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...was last week.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole weekend with Kelli.  I learned a lot of stuff about her.  We watched movies, cried, and talked online. I ran out of allergy medicine.  Boo fucking hoo.  I survived, and I could have died.  GO ME!&lt;br /&gt;Then mom made me come home, because she missed me. I missed her too, but I liked Kelli's house.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really no good on expanding on shit, so that's about it.  Oh. And Missa called me yesterday.  I LOVE YOU MISSA!&lt;br /&gt;Kel's in the hospital.  Poor Kel.  I hope you feel better!</content>
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    <title>Free time</title>
    <published>2004-01-13T18:20:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T05:03:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The server for the class isn't working.  Free time to slack off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Dori was spelled with an I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my inner child older than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>My problem with people...</title>
    <published>2004-01-13T02:29:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T05:01:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, so just ignore my pleas for help, as everyone else in my life does...&lt;br /&gt;And when I don't ask for help, everyone voluntarily offers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked, the teacher thinks he knows shit, only he doesn't. So blech to him.  I didn't get to print out my pictures today, so I hung out a whole bunch on the Sake board.  Then I went home and watched some TV and got online. Boring as hell.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of planned a hang out with Kelli sometime this week/end/I'm not sure. Whatever though.  We'll hang sometime...</content>
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    <title>Intensives and bitch ass kids</title>
    <published>2004-01-09T06:28:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T05:00:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah so today at school, I got to take some pictures.  I got about 3 before my camera batteries died.  That sucked.  I got some pictures of Kelli, and yeah.  Then I went online and saved some pictures of people that shall remain nameless because if they find out it's them, they'll probably think I have something against them...&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Yeah.  Acceleration.  That sucked.  There were these boys that joined our group and they were just being plain rude.  Their friend almost fell on the treadmill, and what do they do?  Laugh.  I swear to god I was about to bitch slap one of em.  So me, being the nice person I am, get up all in his face, tellin him how hard it is, and that he best not laugh.  Then he tries to get me to play catch with him and some plyo ball, and I'm like no.  Then he pretends to throw it at me!  MY GOD WHAT A BITCH.  Then he asks me why I was gone for so long, because I wasn't waiting to run on the treadmill.  So I tell him I was throwing up.  He was like oh, I haven't thrown up ever.  His friend said well maybe you need to work harder.  Then he looks at me and says, maybe it's because I'm in shape.  I was like oh boy, I'ma kick your ass! I was so mad. He had NO right to say that, he doesn't even know me, and if he did, he'd know there's more of a reason behind my throwing up. Oh well.  I could have won too.  Next time I see that dude, UGH! HIS ASS IS GRASS!&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't do well at accel tonight... I fucked up badly.</content>
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    <title>And I blame...</title>
    <published>2004-01-07T23:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T04:58:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, so signing into LJ isn't easy when you have your caps lock on.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today, because, well, I'm not sure.  I have a black eye from being hit yesterday with a foam box, my legs are like jello, and I have a cold.  I had the worst bloody nose ever, probably beacause I haven't been taking those iron pills.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Damn Brodie, it would have been so much easier if pain had not been a problem. *sigh*  So.  My question is...&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO I REWIRE THIS SHIT?!?!</content>
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    <title>Stuff</title>
    <published>2004-01-05T02:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T04:56:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I tried to update and it murdered it.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line? Acceleration kicked my ass!</content>
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    <title>End, holidays.</title>
    <published>2004-01-03T03:46:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T04:53:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">New years eve sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Syd's house tonight and we're gonna hang out.  Probably see a movie.  Then we're gonna go to acceleration tomorrow.  It's gonna rock.</content>
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    <title>Meh.</title>
    <published>2003-12-30T23:50:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T04:57:09Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Christmas sucked, hardcore.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to acceleration today! *dances* I have to get ready!</content>
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