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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:98276</id>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-12-21T23:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-22T05:17:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-22T05:17:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ummmmm idunno how i got here but i did so i might as well find something to write about. i think im in my middle age crisis now. like all of a sudden i wanna change my life and embrace my inner badass. lol. my inner punk is clawing its way outa me. fuck i just wanna be a skater girl but nooooooooo. i now desire to be in a band, i wanna drink and party and fucking rock out like ALL the TIME. i feel like a five yr old on a sugar high. and everytime i chill out for a sec the next time i do something crazy. where the hell do you think i got the idea to duck tape my shoes, nobody can pull something that incredibly stupid off like i did. i feel like something unknown is pulling me in and im slowly transitioning. crap thats scary.and crazy exciting.i hope it something huge.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:97879</id>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-12-20T14:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-20T20:11:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Brittany Murphy is dead. what is happening? another one of my favorites gone. wow, i dunno why this is bothering me so much. but now i wont be able to watch uptown girls or girl, interrupted without shedding a tear or more. :( and only 5 day before christmas. ugh. im really sad right now.</content>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-12-17T20:34:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-18T02:34:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-18T02:34:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thriving ivory's angels on the moon is fucking beautiful i was in the car had my broken zune on shuffle and the live verion came on, and its a bit old so i was about to skip to y\the next song and the lead singers barely breathes the first line and im like whoa. by the end i was singing along and i was prolly effing loud cause i blast my music to the point where i cant here shiy else but my music, and dood just the reality and soul of the words i was in tears. fuking amazing i still have chills. needles to say im doing somthing with the song.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:97460</id>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-12-15T23:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-16T05:53:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-16T05:53:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, so its like this.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see him over break. theres going to be this work gang related party (by the way it is epically awesome to have friends who have their own place and they live next to awesome wont call the police neighbors. which is amazing cause if they werent so cool, i'd probably have a court date next month lol i was shwasted on halloween. just look at the pictures lol not one of them has me and a alcoholic beverage together yet you can completely see i was inebriated. so anyway i like so party is in the makings and  i think if and thats a small if there are drinks of the illegal kind i should not partake. if i do i might do something i will regret. theres this huge question mark hanging over my head on  which road i should take here. but its not really more of a question. its actually an ultimatum. blah. thanks facebook for your stupid stats apps. maybe i  should just call up bran.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll........................................................................llllllllllllllllllllllll...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:97024</id>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-12-12T15:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-12T21:11:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-12T21:11:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so guess whos in the holiday spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been plying my keyboard more, embacing my musical side :)&lt;br /&gt;sometomes when thens are quiet i actually have time to think about how lucky and blessed i am.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:96780</id>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-12-06T05:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-06T11:29:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-06T11:29:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my gripe with the siblings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first let me start with my older brother. when hes away i feel all these bad things and get bad thoughts about him and then he shows up and although all the things i think and feel about him are more than true, i melt and hes just my big bro that i want to hang out with. then i feel relentlessly sick to my stomach because all he does is prove me right. what am i right about you ask? well for starters my brother is narcissistic  to the core. the only time hes not talking about himself is when someone else is talking, and even then he either turns whatever your saying into what hes saying or just interrupts you to talk about himself. then if thats not enough he has the gull to voice his concerns about me... sick sick sick. or guilt me about how i treat my little brother and my mom, when all he does is dissapoint, and thats if hes not to busy loving himself to show up once in a while. the thing that kills me is that i just fall apart and try to get what little attention he gives me. its siccccck. im pathetic, then i get all angry again when he ignores me. (ha and now i know why i ignore my lil bro! im friggin projecting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have my sister. who might as well be a stranger. i have no idea who she is, or what shes like. which if you knew my WHOLE story would sort of be normal, except unlike the siblings on my dad side that i never knew i had till i was 16, THIS SISTER i've lived with my whole entire life, THIS SISTER is my only full blood sibling, and the one sibling i couldnt be the furthest from. and she wants it that way, and im okay with it that way. but to be fair we should be completely out of sync, but no............ she feels she knows me and that she can give me advice and that she can pass judgment on how i live my life. it pisses me off. the other day i told her via internet cause thats the only way we communicate if we communicate i worte, "im doing just fine i really dont need you to pretend to care about me or what i do."&lt;br /&gt;in which she replied "hey crazy I do care about you, you are my sister...I know we arent close and I dont have any illusions that we are. But as your sister I have vested interest in your will being" hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god im not allergic to bullshit, otherwise with a line like that i'd have to be hospitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if she was being sincere, which i doubt, theres no way she has the right to have "interest in my well being" what is with my family, that they think they can turn on and off love and caring and interest in my well being whenever they want to. its call consistency people, thats what tells the truth. thats what i'll believe. at least once a week one of my friends that i dont get to see often send me a txt or message or wall post saying the miss me or something happened and they thought of me. even my cousins write me. where are my sibs? who knows who cares? and its a two way thing i know, but i put myself out there way too many times and i've come to term with not caring about them, but you dont see me saying wow sis your halloween costume showed more of your skin than it covered. or wow brother should i leave you alone with a mirror? or hey dont fuck every guy who gives you a compliment..... nope i let them fuck up their lives, as long as they're not pulling me with them... why cant they do me the same? OH cause they are vindictive. oh forgot about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am screwed up in so many ways but sometimes i wonder how im not any worse than i already am. and then i think if thats how they are, what the hell am i really like? what if im just candy coating how i really am? what if im seriously fucked. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really bad for my younger brother if this is what he has for siblings. and truth be told i cant stand him. everything about his personality i hate and its a sick thing to say but if he wasnt my brother i wouldnt even acknowledge him at all. but hes blood so i love him. actually its true for all my siblings if they werent related to me i wouldnt even think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i LOVE my friends because they do care about me,so when they come up to me and say jess quit smoking i did(or im trying to). and when they  say hey, not cool.. i change, because i trust them and they reserved the right to say whatever they feel they need to say to me. then again it makes betrayal all the worst, yet easier to deal with. worse cause it hurts me more than my siblings ever can, cause i love them by choice ( yes i do believe we can choose who we love), not obligation. and easy cause i can cut them out of my life completely and not look back, where im stuck with my siblings forever. its funny... there are former friends out there i wish were siblings so that i would have to forgive them but cause they are not i never will, yet my family just walks all over me and i cant not love them. sucks balls.</content>
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    <title>body work</title>
    <published>2009-12-06T10:41:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-06T10:41:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">how have i grown in the past few years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i saw this question and blew it off at first, because i was like, yeah i changed a lot so what? why does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it does matter. quite a bit, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personality wise i find myself to be the same model but completely different design and the most up to date version of me.  i did tweak the things i thought i needed to fix and in doing so found so much more that i need to work on. such as but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when a so-called-friend does something i dont like, either to me or a mutual friend i tend to blow them off completely until i either calm down about it or just delete them completely from my life. which is a stupid thing to do, because everyone makes mistakes. however i do think that while on one hand its completely legitimate, its  also completely unfair. i am not a selfish person but when it comes to my feelings i put up a no bullshit wall and if people even get near to hurting me i lock them on the outside of said wall. i do this because most people dont even realize how much i value friendship. friends are just as important to me as family and sometimes more. i know i say i love my family and i sincerely do, but sometimes love isn't enough. take my siblings. i'd take a bullet for my siblings, but i cant say i'd do much else for them. my friends, well my closet friends are the ones i'd do anything for. so yeah i'd give my life for my siblings. but my friends are the reason i live. i probably dont make any sense, most people wouldnt understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i do not trust people. thats why i am easily surprised by people's behavior. someone follows through on a promise and i'm gushing all over them because secretly i told myself not to believe it. how sad is that. i mean wow talk about cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i blow off my little brother. what kind of jerk does that. i mean most of the time he deserves it, but there are those times when he needs my help with home work or just wants to spend time with me and i completely ignore him. but turn around and expect him to respect me. what a joke. i am such a bad sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are all things i really want to fix so i will start effective immediately.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:96452</id>
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    <title>wow</title>
    <published>2009-11-29T12:56:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-29T12:56:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't believe that everything you've known about me is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;And I wont forget the days that we spent forever, it haunts me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:96058</id>
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    <title>note to self</title>
    <published>2009-11-29T07:35:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-29T07:35:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear jess,&lt;br /&gt;you seriously need to STOP calling new people caterpillars. like SERIOUSLY. its very weird.... CREEPY weird.... i need a new thing. or just no thing, but i need to quit this thing cause i dont even do intentionally anymore it like "oh arent you  a cute caterpillar" or "dont worry lil caterpillar i got you" or most common "sure thing young caterpillar" which is kinda a oxymoron cause caterpillars are the young form of butterflies. wow i totes didnt have to explain that but i just did. thats not weird or anything.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of note to self.</content>
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    <title>swoon...</title>
    <published>2009-11-29T07:12:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-29T07:12:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i really love making out with him. just thought you'd like to know :) &lt;br /&gt;its the greatest perk to have a friend i can occasionally make out with at hookah lounges. i mean technically its 'shotgunning' but when the smokes just gone lol its making out. hahaha i havent written an entry in like 2 weeks and when i do its about him of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to top it all off when we were saying bye he threw in a &amp;quot;i love you&amp;quot; yep  shocked the shit out of me lol and i was like &amp;quot;see you soon bye&amp;quot; and about to close the door and hes like what? you're not going to say it back? and i was even more shocked cause  even though he left out the &amp;quot;i love  you [man]&amp;quot; i figured he was saying it in a &amp;quot;i love you and we are only good friends&amp;quot; way, but when he was mock upset about me not saying it back.... i was just like whoa. so i played it all off like &amp;quot; pshhh you know i love you, i didnt even need to say it. i said it with my eyes when i said goodbye &amp;quot; or some stupid shit :)  it sucks that we can only be friends and casual makeout buddies and nothing beyond that, but ill take what i can get, at least from him. hes becoming another keith. ugh and we dont even talk anymore because we got too complicated. but karma is a bitch cause this guy is to me now what i was to keith  and now the the roles are reversed i finally see who shitty i was to him without even knowing it. word to the wise&amp;gt; never fall in &amp;quot;like&amp;quot; with a friend too much drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh btw for someone who quit smoking, im not doing very well by going  in to hookah bars and smoking :) oh and cigars so count lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a good entry lol so random so girly hahaha :P until next time</content>
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    <title>so real session</title>
    <published>2009-11-11T21:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-11T21:06:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Have Faith In me- A day to Remember</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok. first and foremost, i am an adult just cause i go grocery and movie shopping with my mom still, doesnt make it ok for people to ask her permission when i go to buy an R rated movie, or spray paint and as much as i hate getting carded, i dont&amp;nbsp; mind it over people asking my &amp;quot;mommy&amp;quot; if &amp;quot;its ok&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;for instance: when im introducing caribou coffee to my mom, and i put in my order separately as in im going to pay for it with my big girl money that i made all by my freaking self and the guy asks (and im thinking hes talking to me) my mom caff or decaff, and im like &amp;quot;caff fo sho&amp;quot; and hes like &amp;quot;?&amp;quot; and then im like &amp;quot;did you not hear me?&amp;quot; and my mom&amp;nbsp; is like &amp;quot;oh go ahead, shes old enough.&amp;quot; hell yeah im old enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so&amp;nbsp; now that i got my point and rant out of the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to get pierced. my septum to be exact. and i really dont care what your opinion is about this fact. i am going to get pierces and that is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've wanted this piercing since i first met some who had it done, she was freaking adorable and i dont know how but the piercing just accented her face, like you wouldnt think &amp;quot;oh that's not normal&amp;quot; upon looking at her. and i was in awe. so when people especially my friends tell me its ugly i shrug it off like sure, and &amp;quot;you know what YOU are talking about&amp;quot; some people wear it quite beautifully. take Scarlet Johanson or Hayley Williams for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i researched the hell out of this, i mean have you met me? jess and spontaneity will more likely never go together, at least when im in the drivers seat.&amp;nbsp; i could probably do the piercing myself if i wasnt so NOT keen on self inflicted pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i got it done for one day, i gave in and let my friend do it. it hurt so i wasnt able to flip it up and my mom saw it and that was the tale of my one day piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said before when someone can pull this piercing off it looks gorgeous. and not many people can.... i wanna see if i can. i mean not many people(GIRLS) can pull off wearing hats and i can. so im kinda looking forward to it in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok relax, this piercing REALLY&amp;nbsp;IS the best of both worlds you can rock it for every day bad ass sessions,such as: hanging out with the homies, skateboarding, rocking out ect.&amp;nbsp; and hide it for everyday non bad ass things such as visiting my grandma, work, home......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next&amp;gt; the main reason for wanting this done, i just wanna have the story to tell, the not so obvious thing about myself... im going to be in that &amp;quot;not so bad ass&amp;quot; category more often than not, so im NOT really getting it for show. its completely a personal achievement on my part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO&amp;nbsp;PLEASE shut the hell up. I&amp;nbsp;AM&amp;nbsp;GETTING&amp;nbsp;THIS&amp;nbsp;DONE&amp;gt; and i know i'm NOT going to regret it. not even if i get older than dirt [shiverrrrrrrrRs)</content>
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    <title>things ill never</title>
    <published>2009-11-10T05:23:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-10T05:23:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear you, &lt;br /&gt;i actually like talking&amp;nbsp; to you. and i like texting you even more. and thats saying something i dont just have text convos with just anyone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:95110</id>
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    <title>love of character</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T05:02:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T05:02:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">only reason i like the twilight books is because of one single character. bella is like no other character i can think of. the way she thinks is fascinating. completely selfless to the point that its selfish. like a huge circle she tries to take away peopls pain at the same time shes causing it. she rathr sacrifice herself than let someone die protecting her,but she is the reason that somone has to protect her. that why shes so relateable to every person who reads her point of view. for someon like me reading about bella and how she feels makes me feel bettet about the way i feel about myself and others.</content>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-11-03T22:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T04:43:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T04:43:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloween turned out AMAZING i got completely drunk of course, its weird not having a tolerance anymore. i ended up going to shawns party completely last min, thats why if you see the pics on FB im the only one not wearing a costume, although i did try to convince people i was a comic book cause i was wearing DC heroes pajamas :) hahaha met a girl there named amanda cant really remember her face&amp;nbsp; she over heard me complaining about how i wasnt drunk enough if i still hate the taste of beer, and took it upon herself to make me a drink, it was effing amazing amanda is type of drunk girl you wanna be around in a sticky situation i'd bet she be clever enough to get us out. it was funny, but i got all depressed drunk&amp;nbsp; at the end cause i just then realized i wouldnt be working the last official day so i woulndt be able to say goodbye to everybody.got a wee bit emotional. nothing serious of course i was sloshed remember........ i would go over the night play by play but nobody really cares. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a letter to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello love, &lt;br /&gt;i miss you a great bit. i think of you constantly, mostly hoping that you are thinking of me. i lalalala love you, i do, its true.&amp;nbsp;:p&lt;br /&gt;take care without me, while i pretend that you once needed me, oh you know how i love to feel needed, thanks for making me feel special :)&lt;br /&gt;-FINE &lt;br /&gt;jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke 2 toes on my left foot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all</content>
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    <title>things</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T06:34:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T06:34:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so things are.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first off im extremely sick, but hiding it well, today i took a crap load of vicodin to just numb me, cause when i get pre-sick i get a little dramatic and when i get really sick i try to hide it to avoid all the over concern cause for some reason i crumble under attention.&amp;nbsp; doreen barley knows me i mean its been 6 months and she can tell better than my own mother when im not feeling well or when i'm depressed. ither shes psychic or shes very observant. she should be a pro interrogator i mean im good at hiding my sadness, but she picks it up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the work season is almost done which makes me sad. but cant wait till the next one im excited not nervous for auditions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? humdilala....................... oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have recently delved inot the world of skating. i mean i've always like it and i had a board since forever, but ive never really tried at it , if you know what i mean. so now im getting really into it and its fun and scary and frustrating cause it like the only sport that i've had to work really hard at i mean everything has come really easily to me, iv just had no interest, this is different i mean in a way its second nature to me and in a way its like math. no matter how hard i try i dont get it. so im in the in between and im going to keep at it cause its a thrill when i actually get something down, like the ollie and manuals. so il keep you posted on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmlalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i do or&amp;nbsp; how hard i try to get over the feelings i had in 06 i cant. theres a part of me deep down that doesnt want to let me let go. its the summer that my life changed.it was like my open door to the world and i step through it loved it and i accidently step out and the door shut and i got locked out. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy:&amp;nbsp; you smell good. stop it&lt;br /&gt;boy: [puts his arm around my hips] i havent seen you in forever. how are you.&lt;br /&gt;boy: [ while im reading comes up puts his head on my shoulders towards my neck, leans in close] what are you reading.&lt;br /&gt;boy: i think im just going to change right in front of you now.&lt;br /&gt;boy: (love song on the radio) crap now im going to get depressed [turns all the knobs down, while i follow turning them back up] now you are just gonna have to cheer me up. be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;boy: come here. me: why? boy: just do it.[ i go up to him] smell me.&lt;br /&gt;boy: [puts his ear phones in my ear.] listen..... this song reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;boy: if you went missing id search everywhere for you till i find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit....... life's not fair.</content>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-10-24T07:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-25T05:03:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-25T05:03:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fright fest is fun. i like being in the office i hate working past midnight. but now people trust me more, and i find out a lot of things of which i cannot repeat :( but its fun in a way, keeping secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmm im giving up for now on the boy..... its kinda not worth pursuing just cause hes not and im not. its whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about bout that weather.. sheesh so eeffing cold, i will never get used to winter. well i gotta shower&lt;br /&gt;just came here to wake up i guess i finally get to be a character today, hopefull i wont be&amp;nbsp; lame one. bahhhh</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:94198</id>
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    <title>PLEASE!?</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T22:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T22:42:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear life, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are not supposed to be fair. but i also know that&amp;nbsp; you do let people catch a break every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;so hear me out, i really really need you to cut me a break. i wont go into detail but i have a deep feeling that you know exactly what i am referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me( everyone else does), &lt;br /&gt;jess</content>
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    <title>473363937</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T05:21:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T05:23:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tunnel -the used</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was made to love you. this is my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;you are the piece of time i captured in a photo, lasting forever, always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;you are the non renewable resource that i need for survival. &lt;br /&gt;i take as you willingly give yourself to me, knowing i care enough not to take too much.&lt;br /&gt;it will never be enough just to say i love you. so i refuse to say it.&lt;br /&gt;how i feel about you is how i feel about breathing. &lt;br /&gt;i miss you even when you are close to me, because i fear of the times when you will not be.&lt;br /&gt;you are the reason for my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;you are the story behind my smile.&lt;br /&gt;i was made to love you. this is my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE(forever is not enough),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess.</content>
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    <title>yes really</title>
    <published>2009-10-18T07:06:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-18T07:06:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>smother me- the used</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this is a super cute song......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt; All the time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be like &lt;u&gt;hell&lt;/u&gt; yes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;S-double-o-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Smother Me&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt; All the time&lt;br /&gt; Surely you can take some comfort&lt;br /&gt; Knowing that you're mine&lt;br /&gt; Just hold me tight, lay by my side&lt;br /&gt; and let me be the one who calls you&lt;br /&gt; Baby all the time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I found my place in the world&lt;br /&gt; Could stare at your face for the rest of&lt;br /&gt; my days&lt;br /&gt; Now I can breathe, turn my insides out&lt;br /&gt; and Smother me&lt;br /&gt; Warm and alive I'm all over you&lt;br /&gt; would you smother me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Let me be the one who never leaves&lt;br /&gt; You all alone&lt;br /&gt; I hold my breath and lose the feeling&lt;br /&gt; That I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt; Hold me too tight stay by my side&lt;br /&gt; and let me be the one who calls you&lt;br /&gt; Baby all the time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I found my place in the world&lt;br /&gt; Could stare at your face for the rest of&lt;br /&gt; my days&lt;br /&gt; Now I can breathe, turn my insides out&lt;br /&gt; and Smother me&lt;br /&gt; Warm and alive I'm all over you&lt;br /&gt; would you smother me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I'm alone time goes so slow&lt;br /&gt; I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt; and how my mistakes have made&lt;br /&gt; Your heart break&lt;br /&gt; Still I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt; Baby I'm here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now I can breathe, turn my insides out&lt;br /&gt; and Smother me&lt;br /&gt; Warm and alive I'm all over you&lt;br /&gt; would you smother me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now I can breathe, turn my insides out&lt;br /&gt; and Smother me&lt;br /&gt; Warm and alive I'm all over you&lt;br /&gt; would you smother me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt; All the time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt; All the time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt; All the time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt; The one who calls you baby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>song work in progress</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T06:01:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-13T06:01:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i say my style's clean, clean clean by any meansi got&amp;nbsp; my dream&amp;nbsp; held high i got my kicks on fly wit skinny jeans i wear em like a bad habit no matter wear i go i gotta have it i wear em skinny cause my ass fits apple bottoms' just an excuse for peoples with fat asses now all we need jeans for people who wear glasses. now isnt that attractive the next coming atraction, subtracted the brains of the</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:br3akabl3z_24:93178</id>
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    <title>TO DFLS with LOVE, ( it didn't last forever) yours, SHJG</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T04:49:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-13T04:49:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You take it to places that no one's ever been&lt;br /&gt;You let it, you let it. Your insides caving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You pushed and pulled, still wanting some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meant to die - the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second you let it become a part of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You'll never forget it, no matter what you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lost it all, still wanting some more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meant to die - the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby, I took a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you sucked the life right out of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have let you know I never meant to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I lost my mind, but I never really meant to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stay &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt; - the used</content>
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    <title>kiss kiss</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T03:56:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-13T03:56:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not leaving. I'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kissing you goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;On my own.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing, just bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kissing you goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing you goodbye -the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh love. jessica is crushing, crushing hard &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>i thought this was really cool</title>
    <published>2009-10-09T16:46:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T06:53:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">With Your Eyes &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;You lie with your eyes.&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but you protect your soul to the bitter end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You can control the amount of information your eyes give to people. When you lie, you are very convincing because your eyes seem to agree with your words. &lt;strong&gt;You can say so much with very little actual talking&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;People trust you, even if they shouldn't, but it takes a lot for you to trust anyone. &lt;/span&gt;When you gaze into peoples' eyes, it is an intense stare. People often look away because when they look into your eyes, they feel like you know all of there secrets; almost like you can read their minds. However, when you do trust someone enough to show them your soul, they get lost in your eyes and cannot look away. People who lie with their eyes are the most convincing liars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;You lie to protect people from the world, but you also lie to protect yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; You like to keep the focus on others rather than yourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lf.&lt;/span&gt; At times, your friends will get on the subject of you and realize how little they actually know about you. You are good at slyly changing the subject, but&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; there are people out there who recognize this behavior. These people are both your weakness, and your greatest friends.&lt;/span&gt; It takes a very understanding, intelligent person to understand what goes on inside your head. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You often will hang out with people who don't quite understand what you are doing because you feel safer knowing no one is inside your head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You, however, are inside everyones' head. You know their feelings and motives and lie to manipulate them into doing the smart thing. You block yourself from others who think like you, &lt;strong&gt;but let them inside your head every once in a while, and you will find that it is worth the risk.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-10-06T15:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T20:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-06T20:35:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so every now and again i fall in love with a band, who's music fits my life or just overall mood. and lately i've just been listening to anything and everything getting my music guru title and what not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the used, but i wasnt what i'd call a hardcore listener till recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I took a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life didn't want this part of me.&lt;br /&gt;If it helps to know, I never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby, I took a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you sucked the life right out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I should have let you know I never meant to go.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I lost my mind, but I never really meant to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill keep my love for them a regular topic on this so called journal lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE</content>
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    <title>br3akabl3z_24 @ 2009-10-05T02:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T07:20:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T07:20:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bad news just found out spencer is jewish. such a turn on. lol&lt;br /&gt;gotta love spencer :) to bad virginia is........ not around here.&lt;br /&gt;here it goes again i miss him (sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok as you all know life for me is like poprocks except its poprocks without the fun and excitement. but at least i got work taken care of i  am now working in the office where stuff happens and i dont have to deal with stupid guest and their dumb questions, and i no longer have to be all alone in the freezing cold. YAY. and im going to make a work friendly playlist for my zuney so i wont get bored with you know, office stuff. music YAY. so stop by fright fest i might see you im kinda backstage only but i get out occasionally. oh, and i promised myself i wouldnt let this happen, but i like someone at work, ahhhhhhhhhhhh. he totally gave me an amazing(i miss you, and now i get to see you) hug today swoon/spastic dance.sad thing though, nothing will become of this it would just be plain weird.awkward.weird. its actually weird to even think about. even for me lol.friends we'll stay ill just pine over missing spencer lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home and school needs a lot more work. ugh. always working. what was sooo cool about getting older again?</content>
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