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  <title>Let it go.....</title>
  <subtitle>// The Damage in your Heart \\</subtitle>
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    <name>LiNDS@Y</name>
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  <updated>2006-01-08T20:50:16Z</updated>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2006-01-08T14:47:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T20:48:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T20:50:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Posting has now begun at &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_walk_in_time_' lj:user='walk_in_time_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;walk_in_time_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so go add me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Journal. You shall but updated no more. =[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Love to All &lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2006-01-08T13:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T19:02:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T19:02:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So now everyone is added. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Yes for 2006!</content>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2006-01-08T11:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T17:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T19:01:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Believe [/] Hanson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm putting the final touches on &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_walk_in_time_' lj:user='walk_in_time_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;walk_in_time_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and soon I'll be all ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting a list up of people who are already on my "To-add" list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name___sithgoddess' lj:user='__sithgoddess' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/__sithgoddess/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/__sithgoddess/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;__sithgoddess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name__leftofcenter' lj:user='_leftofcenter' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_leftofcenter/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_leftofcenter/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_leftofcenter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_blue_eyes3289' lj:user='blue_eyes3289' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://blue-eyes3289.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://blue-eyes3289.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;blue_eyes3289&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_devil_does_cry' lj:user='devil_does_cry' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://devil-does-cry.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; 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border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://zorianna.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zorianna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe by tomorrow it'll be up. I'm exicted and still sad!</content>
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    <title>Everyone...</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T01:04:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T01:04:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Complainte de la Butte [/] Moulin Rouge Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Sweetlemon1342/thboogerinmynose3kk.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love it because you know it's true.</content>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2006-01-03T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-04T04:44:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-04T04:44:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this weekend I'm going to work more on &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_walk_in_time_' lj:user='walk_in_time_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;walk_in_time_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and maybe get it up into use. Kinda sad to let this journal go. =[</content>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2006-01-02T13:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T19:07:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ewy. I hate messing with backgrounds. Always. YUK!</content>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2006-01-02T12:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T18:20:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T18:20:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I made myself a new name... &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_walk_in_time_' lj:user='walk_in_time_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/walk_in_time_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;walk_in_time_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don't add yet, puhlease</content>
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    <title>These pictures are courtesy of Meagan's camera...</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T06:25:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T06:25:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One Down [/] Ben Folds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years14_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years9_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to teach the gals how to be "Emo in Willy Wonka glasses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years7_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige and Meagan. &lt;br /&gt;Paige can't keep a straight face to save her life...unless she is seriously pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years5_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late Christmas present from Christy. It is a very nice pillow, I love it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years6_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy. Yeah she's like...trying to be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years2_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called getting so bored that we fill shot glasses with chocolate syrup. It was really nasty, but not as gross as when we took lemon juice and put salt in it...lack of sugar. It was gross. Christy and I were to only ones who didn't spit it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years3_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still drank it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years1_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an odd way of taking that chocolate shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years34_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw. Paige loves Meagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years33_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Meagan loves Christy. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years31_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of the dining room of Christy's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years30_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They liked the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years10_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it under way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years11_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the illusion that is was 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years12_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't take them off the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years13_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan and Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years15_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige has a princess crown, she far from it though. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years16_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Meagan and Christy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the things they put over the horns so I just tore it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years17_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige and Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years18_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years19_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked my Willy Wonka glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years20_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige is trying to point out that her shirt says 2000...wow that t-shirt is 6 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years21_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually pulled it. It actually went off in my face. It stung...I didn't expect it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years22_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dumb fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years23_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's root-beer..don't be alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years24_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am in the background talking to Paige's dad, Joe. Joe is my surrogate father. No joke...he's pretty extremely cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years25_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I like to pretend it looked like a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years26_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years27_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan and myself. I, of course, am rocking my Hanson symbol necklace and my cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a378/Lindsayrm/new-years29_large.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; It was a hell of a way to head the night. </content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:123445</id>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2006-01-01T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T05:27:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T05:27:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Elephant Love Medley [/] Moulin Rouge</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt; You'd think people would have enough of silly love songs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; -- Moulin Rouge&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am...well maybe not? All these musicals (Yeah I know what you're thinking...) have just led me to the fact that well I truly, deeply believe there &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; that someone out there for everyone. Yeah musicals may draw it out a bit with all the lovey songs, but that's just part of the appeal. Yet, sometimes I don't believe it because how could a love like one in &lt;em&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/em&gt; even exist? I haven't seen it. I don't believe anyone in my entire life has that in love. It's just a hope that I hope exists out there for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a many splendid thing! Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Could I really be more emo-ish tonight?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:123217</id>
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    <title>So what about...</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T01:58:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T01:59:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">_place__tohide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk_in_time_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh I like them. ::sigh::</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:122415</id>
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    <title>2006...holy hell.</title>
    <published>2006-01-01T20:32:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-01T20:32:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Light My Candle [/] Rent Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This year so many things will be coming my way. It's not like I can list them &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; but I know it's coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to finally drive myself around this year. Lately I've so effing sick of waiting on people, whenever I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that I can drive myself. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've been thinking...new year...new journal. I've been thinking about it. If I ever come up with a wonderful username. I suck at creative ability.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:122357</id>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2005-12-31T16:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T22:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T22:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Since I won't be home tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="25"&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:121861</id>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2005-12-31T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T06:49:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T06:49:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Retainers suck. End of story.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:121641</id>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2005-12-29T15:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-29T21:10:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-29T21:46:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Of All the Gin Joints in the World [/] Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My sister just got her new Razor phone and the jealously I feel right now is so intense. I won't let it go to me though. No no no because my phone will be updated on the day of Feb. 27th. That day she will be jealous...maybe. God why does technology have to be so addicting to me. I always get to jealous when other people around me get new shiny things. Like that god damned iPod. Never did it bug me before that anyone else had it, but oh no the minute my sister got hers I knew I wanted to sell mine and get one like that..only in black. I won't though because iPods are a piece of crap and it's too much shit to deal with putting all the songs on files and switching them onto the new iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for that day to come when my technology needs will be fulfilled...but like that day will EVER come because the MAN is always putting new things out.</content>
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    <title>*giggles*</title>
    <published>2005-12-29T18:46:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-29T18:46:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table align="center" width="300" style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black"&gt;
	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;In the year 2006 I resolve to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		Poke a badger with a spoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;p style="text-align: right; color black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="color: red;"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:121180</id>
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    <title>Go ahead as your waste with thinking...</title>
    <published>2005-12-29T18:43:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-29T18:43:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Give 'Em Hell Kid [/] My Chemical Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was kind of fun actually. Paige's cousins from Little Rock are in town and I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to hang out with them. In the summer I went to Holiday World with them and it was bunches of fun. I like when little kids listen to me, yet they are still old enough to talk like a real adult. The oldest one, Allison, is exactly like this. She listens yet I laugh with her. She made my day. The youngest one, &lt;strike&gt;Chase&lt;/strike&gt; Daniel (he likes to be called that now) is so flippin adorable. Given he's a shy one, but it doesn't mean I can't look at him. So cute with blonde, curly hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to go see &lt;em&gt;Cheaper by the Dozen 2&lt;/em&gt; and eh, it wasn't sooo sooo bad. I give it a C+ mainly because Tom Welling did not have a kiss in the movie like the advertistments inferred. Steve Martin is a funny man though. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie Paige, Allison, and I hit the mall. Walked around the stores that I absolutely hate and just watched Paige try to pick something. I know the point of the mall is to actually shop but I only shop in one store and it's one that people are afraid of? Hot Topics. Oh scared of people with black hair with piercings? I mean come on people, they're just human. They're expressing themselves different. Enough of my rambling. So back to "shopping"...Allison and I concluded in Victoria Secret that we both loathe pink. When you walk into the store it's like a blinding pink hurricane. Everywhere with just a splash of red or green or maybe even blue. Just a splash. Luckily, the maddness soon ended after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, Paige's mom, dropped me off at my house and then I came to the computer to once again waste away. Since I was in "movie mode" yesterday I wanted to make movie plans for the night. They worked out! Meagan, Christy, Elise, and myself went to see &lt;em&gt; Fun with Dick and Jane &lt;/em&gt;. I laughed a lot. Jm Carey is one of the most brilliant comedians out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;MMMbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I love my icon. Why? Because Taylor is wearing that ultimate hot hat. K, I'm done.&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:120898</id>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2005-12-27T20:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-28T02:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-29T17:47:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Changed My Name [/] Sugarcult</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There are too many movies coming out that I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cheaper by the Dozen 2&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Saw it today! Eh good family fun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;The Ringer &lt;br /&gt;Casanova&lt;br /&gt;King Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fun With Dick and Jane&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Jim Carey = &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;The Family Stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh and only so many people to go see them with!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:120634</id>
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    <title>Push the pedal to the ground...</title>
    <published>2005-12-27T22:23:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-27T22:23:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Army [/] Ben Folds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love road trips. Something about just driving along the road provokes so much thought for me. Growing up I never really cared about living in Indiana, but as I became a teen I began to absolutely hate it. The fact that there was nothing but corn and more corn. Taking all these road trips lately has helped me really appreciate the landscape around. Driving to Cinncinati there are so many lush trees and there huge valleys. I get so much inspiration from sites like this. It gives me plenty of time to think too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I would've had my writing notebook these past few days. I really need to write some ideas down that I have. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems I've lost the inspiration for this entry. :\</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:120328</id>
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    <title>So the gift list '05</title>
    <published>2005-12-26T16:39:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-26T16:39:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Who Let You Go [/] The Killers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">-30 Seconds to Mars (a good cd btw) &lt;br /&gt;-The Aviator on DVD &lt;br /&gt;-Moulin Rouge on DVD (from Mags) &lt;br /&gt;-Bewitched on DVD (what's up with all this Nicole Kidman) &lt;br /&gt;-Mean Girls on DVD (Oh Damien is love!) &lt;br /&gt;-Spaceballs on DVD &lt;br /&gt;-Bullet in a Bible (Green Day DVD/CD combo!) &lt;br /&gt;-A new robe &lt;br /&gt;-Memory foam slippers (which I am wearing right now) &lt;br /&gt;-Sweatpants &lt;br /&gt;-New soft athletic like sweatshirt &lt;br /&gt;-A really cool picture with this poem from my parents &lt;br /&gt;-15$ iTunes, that was needed &lt;br /&gt;-Some candy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah some other people got spoiled as hell this year. Paige got a new iPOD which I envy because now mine is like shot and it's just making me jealous that my sister got a new one as well. Both of theirs will be shot in 6 months, they are both messy and don't care too much about stuff like that. Paige also got a freaking laptop. WTF? Ok, yeah it's a family gift but still...a laptop? Psh whatevvvvvvv I'm happy with my DVDs =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the Panic! At the Disco cd but eh my mom couldn't find it so now I know it is at Hot Topic and I'm going there fairly soon to buy that sucker. And she promised me the Star Wars prequel package. I guess I really like DVDs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone got some enjoyment out of the season. &lt;em&gt;I miss Santa&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:120273</id>
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    <title>Ho ho ho !</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T06:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T06:10:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Narcolespy [/] Ben Folds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In my time zone it is officially Christmas so A Merry Christmas to you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dreaming of a White Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ones I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Where the tree tops glisten and children listen&lt;br /&gt;To hear sleigh bells in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white Christmas&lt;br /&gt;With every Christmas card I write&lt;br /&gt;May your days be merry and bright&lt;br /&gt;And may all you Christmases be white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch a Christmas Story all day...this holiday isn't complete. Saddening I know. Hey but at mass at least my mom actually let me wear mt black chucks! Merry Christmas and everyone make sure to post what they got! :o)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetlemon1632:119850</id>
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    <title>Way to go kiddo!</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T21:17:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T21:17:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This amused me and only a few people on my friends list will understand but man I love when Donna and Natalie get drunk. Donna amuses me to no end when she is drunk. =D I post this mainly because now I'm feeling much more happier today than before. Christmas coming, not so longer a bad thing. Good food, good family ;] Thanks Donna and Nat for making me laugh!</content>
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    <title>sweetlemon1632 @ 2005-12-24T12:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T18:16:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T18:16:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothingwrong [/] Jimmy Eat World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I have a lack of anything to do today. My mom insists on not leaving the house and it's raining outside. I normally like the rain...only if it could  miraculously turn into snow. Now that would make my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is officially Christmas...not that huge of a deal this year. It upsets me really because I have every reason to be excited and all that jazz, but right now I can't seem to make it. I have to admit that I am excited to do over to my aunt's house mainly because my cousin left her Boxer, Abby, there because of travel. So tomorrow I'm spending all my time with that dog and then I'll be sad that I have to leave. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I'm going with Mom, Aunt Mary, and my cousin John to take him back to Purdue. It's about a 4 hour drive so hopefully I won't get like horribly bored. I'm excited because...well I'm not as close to John as I used to and it makes me sad. So maybe just somehow this drive won't make me feel so awkward around them. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;That's another that I don't really enjoy about teh Holidays...relatives. I love each and every one of them, but that first hour of all of us being there I'm so quiet that I don't think anyone can really notice me. This year will be filled with questions about freshman year, new friends, and boyfriends. I'm dreading the boyfriend talk because well...I just am. It's awkward and I really don't believe I'll be with Phil that much longer. I got pretty pissed last night when he part of how my lip was busted open. It's better now and all, but still...blood in my mouth? Not a happy feeling.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm spending most of my time now reading this really good Hanfic called &lt;em&gt;These Walls&lt;/em&gt; it's really good. I got the site from Heather's site and I'm glad it found it's way to me. Good characters. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ladies is all I can think of right about now. &lt;br /&gt;LiNDSAY</content>
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    <title>I love it when I cuss to my mother</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T17:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T17:28:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Platypus (I Hate You0 [/] Green Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This isn't a good day so far. I woke up at 8...even though it's vacation. Why? Don't ask why. I'm just weird and when it comes to sleeping in late during school I just can't do it. So I wasted away on the computer and watched the Aviator. Good movie, I recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister, Stephanie, walks out of her room at 10 still surely asleep wearing my mutha f'in jacket. My favorite one to be precise. Now I know I borrow her clothes a lot, but I ask for them and give them back. I do not take them without permission and I do &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt; in them. God knows she hasn't changed her sheets 415486312354 months. It's disgusting and I boiled over when I saw her. So went and told my mom "Tell your oldest daughter thanks for taking my jacket without asking permission. It pisses me off." and walked out of the room. I'm a drama queen I really am, but dammnit! Stephanie comes out of the bathroom and I stop her, "Thanks for taking my jacket without permission." She nods her head like the fucking bitch she is. I can't stand her so much, but what does she do? She keeps walking towards her room. I stopped her and grabbed by the arm and said "Give it back now please." I basically started to rip it from her and well she just kinda decided to shove it in my face. Hitting my left eye with the zipper in the process. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago my mom asked for me and she said "You know you take her stuff all the time." I went by saying blah blah she slept in it and yadda yadda yadda. "She would've given it back." I looked her straight in the eye and said "Bullshit." really sternly. She's now obviously pissed. I've had a really problem lately of not caring if I cuss around my parents. For my whole life I thought they would down right murder me if I said said fuck out loud. Well I did and all they did was shake their heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on my angry Green Day and just blocked them out. I hate getting so upset like this because I shouldn't be. I shouldn't be angry like this. Threatening and all that I want to down right murder her ass. I may have a problem in reality, but mainly it's because I woke up too fuckin early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.</content>
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    <title>Hours pass since you still count the mintues that I'm still not there...</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T04:30:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T04:31:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MFEO [/] Jack's Mannequin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So today I had my last two finals: Spanish and P.E. Those classes are a bitch anyway so I didn't study..at all. I wish I would've for my Spanish because I had no idea what the hell I was doing during that final. And Physical Education, they call it, more like a joke. Ok we take this test over all the freakin games we've played over the entire year. Well, we get the final and some of it is over this one game that we never played or even knew existed. Longball? WTF, mate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got out at 10:45, Christy, Paige, Meagan and I went to the mall and let's just saw I blew my 70 bucks right away. Two t-shirts at Hot Topic, some Willy Wonka Sunglasses (The big black ones he wore in the beginning) and a new purse. It made me happy and joyous. But damn we all really suck at planning things out because we had no idea how to find a ride home. It turned out that my mom picked me up and took me back to Christ's while everyone else drove with her older brother Mike, he only three other seats in his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at around at her house for awhile. Had some chaos with some soda spilling with pissed off Christy, but she got over it. Hehe. We got bored so we walked over to Paige's house, which is probably a mile or two away. It was a bitch to walk but fun because we played Sweet and Sour. There are so many Sour people out there! At Paige's house we continued to do nothing, but my mom picked me up around 6:15 so we could meet up with some family friends to see &lt;em&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I couldn't say it enough times in my head watching this entire film. Joaquin Phoenix, I mean the man is gifted. That whole family was gifted. Before this movie I had no idea about barely anything Johnny Cash did except play in the prison. With this movie I feel like I learned so much more and for once watching a movie that felt really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love story between June and Johnny is simply amazing. I couldn't help but think about my own self, like would I ever find that kind of love? I hope to God I do because they were crazy about each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors in this movie. Holy crap if they do not get any nominations I will personally go to the Academy and shake them. Joaquin portrayed Johnny Cash just to a tee and Resee Witherspoon, she's amazing anyway but she was incredible. They actually sang in this movie too with was so refreshing for once. It sounded great and I can't believe how good they both got at singing. Resee apparently took voice lessons for like months and months, well it definted showed. Joaquin had to have some kind of training too because man he hit those notes low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing....Johnny Cash's drug abuse. This movie did a good job at it. We always see the drug addicted movies and blah blah but this made it seem real, but like other things involved not just the drug abuse. I don't know what I'm saying. LoL! Watching the movie I couldn't help but think if Joaquin got some of inspiration from River? It crossed my mind more than once and then I felt utterly sad because well River was amazing. I think that's why when I read an interview with Joaquin that I was surprised that they asked about him. I suppose they wanted to know what I'm wondering too. I'm sure he did. He was his brother for cripe's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go see this movie. Even if you don't like Johnny Cash's music or anything like that...see it anyway. It's refreshing and some of those angel shots are just too amazing to miss. If anything those shots of Reese and Joaquin singing on stage and the light shining on them, those were the really amazing ones. &lt;strong&gt; So Go See IT! &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty Night!</content>
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    <title>It's what you do to me...</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T03:51:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T03:51:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey There Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there Delilah, &lt;br /&gt;What’s it like in New York City? &lt;br /&gt;I’m a thousand miles away, &lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty, &lt;br /&gt;Yes you do, &lt;br /&gt;Time Square can’t shine as bright as you, &lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah, &lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry about the distance, &lt;br /&gt;I’m right there if you get lonely, &lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen, &lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it’s my disguise, &lt;br /&gt;I’m by your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;What you do to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah, &lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard, &lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl some day, &lt;br /&gt;I'll pay the bills with this guitar, &lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good, &lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would, &lt;br /&gt;My word is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah, &lt;br /&gt;I’ve got so much left to say, &lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you, &lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away, &lt;br /&gt;I’d write it all, &lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you’d fall, &lt;br /&gt;We’d have it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far, &lt;br /&gt;But they’ve got planes and trains and cars, &lt;br /&gt;I’d walk to you if I had no other way, &lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us, &lt;br /&gt;And we'll just laugh along because, &lt;br /&gt;We know that none of them have felt this way, &lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you, &lt;br /&gt;That by the time that we get through, &lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same, &lt;br /&gt;And you’re to blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah you be good, &lt;br /&gt;And don’t you miss me, &lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you’ll be done with school, &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history, &lt;br /&gt;Like I do, &lt;br /&gt;You’ll know it's all because of you, &lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to, &lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you, &lt;br /&gt;This one’s for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s what you do to me, &lt;br /&gt;What you do to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/plainwhitets"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/plainwhitets&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them. Check them out....espcially Hey There Delilah</content>
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