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  <title>Bri&apos;s shit</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 16:30:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;So been sick forever. I&apos;ve had to stay home all week &amp;amp; I&apos;ve been going crazy. I swear the walls are closing in. I can&apos;t believe I&apos;m saying this but I can&apos;t wait for school.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 02:11:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My night</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;blogContent&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot; color=&quot;#6633ff&quot;&gt;So first I was talking w/ Carol then we went over to this guy Johnny&apos;s house. Johnny btw is totally creepy at least when he&apos;s high. He was all touchin my leg &amp;amp; huggin me &amp;amp; hitting on me, &amp;amp; is like late 20&apos;s early 30&apos;s. Creepy. Then he &amp;amp; Chuck started fighting &amp;amp; Johnny turned like purple, then they were talking bout smoking bowls, then Jason came over. Jason btw is so totally hot. So we left, as we were leaving Johnny comes out w/ a broom on a mettal handle then starts stabing Chuck. We high tailed it out of there. We were just driving around wen Jason &amp;amp; Chuck started fighting. I mean really fighting goin down main st. We pulld into a gas station where the continued to fight. Chuck got a cut above his eye that started bleeding &amp;amp; i got sum blood on my jeans. They kept like arguing about the same shit over &amp;amp; over. Finally after driving round &amp;amp; them smokin sum more &amp;amp; fighting too they dropped me off. Pretty good night all&amp;nbsp;in all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:53:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Live, love, laugh- easy math</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHOPPING MATH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn&apos;t need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp;amp; STATISTICS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try&lt;br /&gt;to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;PROPENSITY TO CHANGE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won&apos;t change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, &quot;You&apos;re next.&quot; They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:52:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>PSAT&apos;s suck major ass</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I took the PSAT today.....again. I hate that thing, my heads been pounding all day. Worse news I&apos;ve gotta take em till I&apos;m a junior. Then the SAT,ACT &amp;amp; OGT. Fun, fun ,fun. Just thought I&apos;d share&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 01:13:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I cant think anymore</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class=&quot;blogContent&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yesterday I got the worst news possible. My grandpa died thursday at 3:19 am. I just dont know wat to fuckin do or say or think any more. He was an amazing person. Unfortunatly he had some really bad habits like smoking &amp;amp; had gotten lung &amp;amp; throat cancer. He was doin real good for a while or so we thought but he never really let us know how bad it had gotten &amp;amp; it took a sudden turn wensday afternoon. I keep thinkin back &amp;amp; the most random memories pop up like when i would take his hat that he&apos;d always wear &amp;amp; mess with his hair or the way he&apos;d call me &apos;pumpkin&apos;. he was the only one who ever called me that. I just miss him so much. The last things I said to him were about stupid&amp;nbsp; shit about skool &amp;amp; I think a trip I&apos;m goin on to Europe. Life is so not fuckin fair man it&apos;s not even funny. I mean u hear about these things happening to ppl but u never think it&apos;s gonna happen to you. The worst part is that my mom &amp;amp; uncle aren&apos;t even talkin to eachother. My mom didnt come down the whle weekend. Life fuckin sucks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 23:39:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#cc3399&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Busses fucking suck. i was like one min late from class&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I end up missing the god damn buss. Had to&amp;nbsp;walk 5 miles to my house &amp;amp; got whistled, yelled, &amp;amp; called out at. had some things thrown at me too. Busses really suck along with lockers. If my locker had just worked I would&apos;ve made the damn buss &amp;amp; saved my feet from all the blisters. Can&apos;t wait til I can drive. End of rant.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 21:21:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Europe!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;OMG I&apos;m flyin high right now! Just got accepted to a summer program that&apos;ll send me to France,Greece,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Italy for the summer. I so can&apos;t wait.&amp;nbsp;This is gonna be so fuckin sweet man!&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 21:35:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So..... new here</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yup thought&amp;nbsp;I should get the first post outta the way. Lets see here, I...........have no clue wat to say. Hmm today&amp;nbsp;I went to the state fair. That was totally wicked! Rode a ton of rides. One was a circle that sent&amp;nbsp;you spinning &amp;amp; swinging &amp;amp; at one point you almost went upside down. Some chicks who were riding with us had their flip flops go flying &amp;amp; then wondered why. They were blonde. Whats sad is that can explain everything. Another person lost their sunglasses on the same ride. They had them on their head. Seriously man, how dumb can you &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;? Another ride I rode took you in the air &amp;amp; spun you round while you swung back &amp;amp; forth. I thought i was gonna get whiplash but it &lt;strong&gt;rocked! &lt;/strong&gt;Some random guy came up to us on it and askd me if I wanted to meet up later to smoke some pot with him. I was seriously tempted to say yes but, well my dads girl friend was there so I &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; said no. He was pretty cute too but his friend was even hotter. There were a ton of hot guys there but all of them were with someone else :(. But it was sure as hell fun lookin ;) Down side: it was hot as hell! I melted there &amp;amp; got the really stupid shirt sleeve tan. But all in all it was a pretty great day. So there you go a random story from moi. There will most&amp;nbsp;definitely be more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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