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  <title>Laurel,</title>
  <subtitle>is like Jesus and mustn't do bad things.</subtitle>
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    <name>Chicken Shitz</name>
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    <title>I FOUND MY RING, AHHHAHA YESSS!</title>
    <published>2009-12-22T03:06:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-22T03:06:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just like I thought I might, packing things up and all.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much all in bags, I guess. I mean, the straightener is still out, so is the PS2, and other small things. The big hefty bags are downstairs, by the front door. Woooop!~!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was tight, yo. There was a late start today, and will be tomorrow too. I basically sat around, trying to fix my headphones and sleep for an hour. I pissed Carina off and she walked away from me to hang out with Rachel, who she was also spending time with after school. I was so jealous. Jealous that more than like.. two people give a rats ass that she's leaving. I am so much better than Carina. This is probably the attitude that's hindering me from making friends. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;The English and chemistry exams were s0o0o0 easy! I also turned in my books today, and emptied out my locker. I'm free as a bird, tomorrow at 11:25. I'll probably float down the hallways onto my bus, and just cry. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to Kitaro's with Carina. Our server's name was um.. Charles or something, and Carina kept saying how pretty his eyes were. I really liked my Hibachi Vegetables. Our chef wasn't a showoff, and I liked that. I just kind of followed Carina and the Sanchez's around after that because I didn't want to go back to the house. When I got home, I ate some of my leftovers, and then we headed out to see Avatar. Seeing Avatar counted as my allowance, and at first I wasn't down with that, but the ticket ended up costing $11, and in reality I only paid $5 to see it. What a sexy movie. And I mean that in the most serious way. Not really erotic, but just like.. the effects were so good. It was like Dances With Wolves, but holy fuck everything about that movie was sexy. The Navi ESPECIALLY, Pandora, and even the paraplegic. FUckckckchekckckeheheckkakHk  y34h. I also really liked the noises the Navi made. MmmMMMMmMMm#124$@(#*&amp;@MamammamamMmmMmMmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luanne asked for her sweaters back, and the backpack she bought me. I'm stealing a camera of theirs, and now I'm thinking about taking that hat... But I'm going to ask if I can keep a cardigan she gave to me. Gave to me. Gave. Me.</content>
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    <title>I HAD A RAWKIN FRIDAY NIGHT~~~!**</title>
    <published>2009-12-19T18:49:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-19T18:49:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A True Story of True Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And day, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I did pretty well on my exams yesterday. I did however get an 86 on my novel exam, fuckahahme. I don't even know how to say 'omniscient'. After out finals in novel, Joe Slavich hooked up his flashdrive to the computer and started to play Mario Cart 64, h0lL4 b@(k y0~&lt;br /&gt;We had a party in English, which wasn't really much of a party... Sara Zimmerling brought in milk for her brownies, and someone brought in Oreos -that was a huge fucking hit, and totally my idea, really. I told Michelle that milk had to be in the classroom if Oreos were. I was right. What I liked most about the little party was that I could just eat all of that shit and not have to eat lunch, or worry about not eating lunch because I don't have any money... Then Sara gave me the rest of the milk.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe Cathy works at McDonalds. That's such bullshit. I know this because nobody in their right mind would have Cathy working the register.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was funny, because I had the milk. &lt;br /&gt;In chemistry we watched Planet Earth. Whenever I watch Planet Earth it reminds me of this&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/121/l_4367af96f9f343de8648737684a083c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I love it!~**&lt;br /&gt;When I was walkin out of the school, I forgot to pick up my portfolio from art, damn. I realized this on the bus. Before I got on the bus, TJ scared the shit out of me by walking next to me, without me seeing him, and then abruptly, or so I thought, saying hi to me. We talked about food for about a minute, and he gave me his Lays. I was hesitant about taking them at first, but I thought What the hell. Plus, I love those chips. I had the chance to tell him I'm moving, but I figured he already knew, but I still wish I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry's party was last night. Moss came here three hours early becuse he's a dickfuck.&lt;br /&gt;At first Carina and I were just sitting on the cooler, staring at everyone. Then we went up to answer the door. Then we ate. Gus got mad because he wasn't allowed downstairs. Luanne and Marni left, AND THEN WE STARTED HAVING A LOT OF FUCKING FUN.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really that cold outside, so we went out to smoo0o0oke. I was outside in shorts, as it was snowing, and I wasn't cold. I changed my outfit like.. four times though. Everyone went outside to play hockey with Gus, and I thought it was really funny. I went inside to put my tights on and when I came out the kids were having a snowball fight with our next door neighbors, not Kirsten and Kyle, but the kids to our left. Harry threw a snowball right at their car. Nick was like, "GUYS, BACK UP! BACK UP! WATCH OUT, GUYS!" I have no idea where Lax was. Nick and Lax were my favorite. Lax is actually Alex, but Nick told me to call him Lax L-A-X, so I did. Those two were so funny. Nick knew how to play Gin, and so we played Gin together. I asked him if he wanted to play Spades, but Carina was like NOOO, DON'T DO IT, and he thought it was a dirty game, like Strip Poker. Some other kid, Calen, wanted to play Texas Hold 'Em, but I don't like Poker. FUck that kid Calen, he was a faggot lookin kid. He had a black fedora, was wearing a Beatles shirt, and also a red and black striped tie. I was nice to him though, because nobody else was really paying attention. Nick kept calling Moss names, and talking to me and Carina. Lax was rolling around singing hilarious songs and crackin jokes I've never heard before. After a while a bunch of the kids wanted to go outside to go for a walk and Carina and I stayed in the basement. I went over to the couch, and then Lax was like I'M STAYIN IN HERE WITH YOU GUYS! And soon after, Nick was in the basement like, YEAH! And then we were all going to play Gin again but Carina didn't remember how to play, and Lax thought  Gin was some other game, and saying weird shit. Nick got frustrated when Calen and other kids came downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;We really wanted them to stay the night, but Tim wouldn't allow that.&lt;br /&gt;Then we just went outside and started sledding. Me, Harry, Gus, Nick, and Lax. Carina didn't want to sled anymore because she fell the first time. Lax was sliding down the hill with my camera, taking pictures. He was so cute. Nick kept hugging me. Gus was really excited. I kept cursing. Carina took out her lighter and Nick was like, "DO YOU SMOKE!?!" -nOo0o0o "You know, that stuff will kill you." And then I tell him that a lot of things will kill you. He shouted at us about smoking ..like right in front of Gus. I hope he didn't hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside for most of the night in just shorts, my sun shirt, and my black jacket. Then I had to change because I kept slipping down the hill, because my moccasins don't have grip. I had so many scratches on my legs from falling down the hill. We kept going inside to ask if Nick and Lax could sleep over, but Tim kept saying no. Lax actually has a brother who goes to FHHS, and I know him. Or well.. I've seen him around school. He reminded me a lot of someone I've seen before. He just had long hair, I mean.. really fucking long hair, and wears the skater shit. I want to tell him that his little brother is the shit.</content>
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    <title>I was really</title>
    <published>2009-12-16T20:37:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-16T20:37:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>She Had The World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">expecting my Netflix movies today. Huh, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;Carina's having her party on Friday. I can't go...&lt;br /&gt;Harry's also having his party on Friday. I don't want to just sit down in the basement with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make plans for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can get Tim and Luanne to give me my babysitting money early, so I can go to the mall with Michelle, then go back to her place and watch my Netflix movies.&lt;br /&gt;Or I could make as many friends as possible and have them throw me a party in two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start smiling at people more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/aavmdj.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>You make a very good point, yes.</title>
    <published>2009-12-16T03:20:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-16T03:20:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday Jerel masturbated on the bus and came in the open slit of seat in front of him, because they all tear those seats up. Carina told me about it this morning, and I couldn't stop laughing/thinking about it all day. I didn't really see him though, so that was a plus. But holy fuck, I wish I could do that kind of stuff. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review, all day.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Salant talked to me about moving, she made an announcement to the class, nobody cared.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark also said something about it. Sophia, my lab partner, was really jealous of me. "Oh my God, you suck!" Yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode Carina's bus today because my iPod was dead, and I didn't want to sit on the bus, especially if Murphy decided to ride it today. So I got out of bus 14, and walked over to bus 100 -wannabe 3. Carina was surprised to see me. I sat on da outside. Then Kevin, Jerel, and Aidan got on the bus. Aidan waved at us this morning, because we 'ride his bus' and I was like, "No man, I don't. Only sometimes." I kind of set myself up for him calling me a liar. I just stared at Jerel. Kevin was dancing to the 80's music, and it was hilarious. They all started singing, and I just couldn't stop smilin'. My bus was behind us, I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin missed his stop for a song. Jerel got off at his appropriate stop because of a song. I told him to make me a cake, and he said he would. That'd be really nice if I had a cake. I want some cake so bad. I wanted cake last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I rode the bus together for another like.. really long five minutes. I can't seem to talk to people about interesting things. Asking him about his day would have been really easy, Laurel. Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and then Carina called me. I had to change into something warmer in order to go outside. I did, but not really. WHAT I WORE WAS PERFECTLY FINE, THANKS LUANNE FOR YOUR INPUT. Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhttt~!^*&amp;#**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later ditched me because it was too cold and there wasn't going to be anything given to her in return. Greedy bitch. Greedy fat bitch. Stupid bitch. Jerel said our friendship was very disfunctional, and that we were both probably glad to not only be leaving the state, but each other. I like that he's so observant. We really can't stand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the caramel hard candies that Jessie likes. It reminds me of da good times.</content>
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    <title>It's all such a fucking joke</title>
    <published>2009-12-14T01:41:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-14T01:54:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sea Legs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was feeling really Goddamn good about this weekend, and in a matter of minutes Luanne fucking ruined my mood. &lt;br /&gt;I went home with Carina on her bus, Friday. The next time Jerel asks me about moving, I've decided that I'm going to tell him to throw me a party. I was fucking freezing on the bus, and so Kevin lent me his jacket. I want a jacket just like it, holy shit it was so warm and nice. The girl Carina really doesn't like was sitting with Jerel, so Kevin wasn't in his usual seat. Carina doesn't allow for me to talk to Jerel. I think that's bullshit. Murphy still doesn't even look in my general direction. What a fucking gooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Carina's  we just kind of sat around and eventually went to Dierburgs, and McDonalds. I spent $10 on tea, and McDonalds. What the fuck. Why doesn't Dierburgs have Hershey's Hugs? Morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Mikaela were annoying, and Marcia was nosey. We went downstairs and watched the movies. I apparently woke Carina up at 11, and talked to Laura. Hearing Laura tell me about Miami didn't really bother me or make me upset, I just continued watching TV after that and felt like a badass because I was awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 11 and I just had no idea what time it was all day. Neither Tim nor Luanne called me, asking me when I'd be home, and I didn't either. I didn't want to go home. We watched Adventureland, and I think the kid that played James Brennon was fucking Michael Cera's twin. I wouldn't really want Michael Cera making out with Kristen Stewart, fucking Twilight. She's really a terrible actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim finally called, and Carina ended up just coming home with me. Marcia was flipping a shit because Adventureland was lost, somehow, and she was blaming Carina for it. Every time I finish smoking a KOOL I have the worst headache, and so Carina gave me a 600mg something or other. I never want her to give me a "happy pill", just those nice 600mg tablets. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my house we ate, and uh... I don't really know. We just kind of sat around in my room and talked about the kinds of things Carina thinks are important. Her dad texted her, "...im having a hard time figuring out why your with us" That seriously bugged the shit out of me. She had to justify everything that Marcia was complaining about, and it was a big deal. She's moving back to California. We're quitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. I didn't vacuum until I guess around 5:30, because we were watching TV all day.&lt;br /&gt;It's Always Sunny, Nip/Tuck, and The O.C. -all day. It was stupendous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Full Metal Alchemist recorded, and I think that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luanne's such a bitch. I'm just so tired of complaining about her, but here goes:&lt;br /&gt;She was away for Harry's birthday weekend. Yeah I wasn't here on his actual birthday, but I called him, and today I made him breakfast and shit. I let him do anything he wanted, and Luanne was just gone. On his birthday, he went to church and had dinner at Moe's. I felt so bad for him. She got home today around 8:30 and went to bed. She woke up around 1. Talked to Carina, cried about her situation, hugged Carina, and continued to do laundry. They put up the lights without even asking us if we wanted to join in. I'm not one for decorations, but them not asking just really ticks me off. I'm like my mom too much, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Carina wanted to stay over tonight, but they wouldn't allow that. No, no, no. She told her dad that they would allow it anyway. Marcia called me, but I first hung up on her because I thought it was Carina. I felt like a jackass when she called me back. I apologized profusely. She didn't give a fuck, and talked smack about Carina to me.. She and Luanne are perfect for each other, even if Luanne thinks she's a cold heartless bitch. Because that's what she is, deep down. &lt;br /&gt;At dinner, I didn't excuse myself and she made a big deal about it. I ignored her and listened to her tell my brother to eat the rest of his pork from upstairs. I hate pork, and I don't know how many times I've told her I don't like it. If she wants to start treating us like her kids, maybe she should take into consideration our eating habits, rather than if our room's clean or if we're ready for the exams we'll soon be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then there's Michael.</content>
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    <title>laurelpants @ 2009-12-10T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-11T01:49:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-11T01:49:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Casimir Pulaski Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I realized today, that Rachel and I have ..pretty much the same taste in ..a lotta things.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, I think.</content>
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    <title>It did snow today, I was wrong.</title>
    <published>2009-12-09T21:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-09T21:39:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Unravel -Oceansize</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tim woke me up this morning because my alarm was going off and I wasn't silencing it. I couldn't go back to sleep after that because the wind was howling outside and I was really freaked out. Then I got out of bed and tried to find some new outfit to wear. But really I just wore a sweater long enough to cover up my lack of zipper on my favorite jeans. When I was outside the wind was going right through the sweater and I felt like I was being turned inside out. It felt pretty good. But then there were these things pelting my face, maybe not pelting, but like.. grazing. Yeah, grazing my face. Snow flurries or snow or what the fuck ever it was was grazing my face, and I had no idea what it was. I thought it was just dirt. I stood outside for five minutes with snow grazing my face, and that felt pretty good too. I won't admit to Luanne that I rather enjoy this weather, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina wasn't at school today~&lt;br /&gt;We're watching a movie in journalism with George Clooney and Robert Downey Jr. in it. I love journalism so much more now that I get to cream myself over beautiful men. Ew, Laurel. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;During Howell Time the kids I sit across from started talking about TJ and Murphy, again. I feel like I'm always hearing about them. I'm also feeling like Murphy's avoiding me, which seems absurd because we never really see much of each other. The main thing is he hasn't been riding the bus, and it bums me out. What bums me out more is when he somewhat pauses by my seat, and then continues down the aisle. I also worked really hard on finding figurative language in Less Than Zero, for the oral novel test, and Ms. Salant didn't even ask about any of that cockamamie bullshit. Rachel came up and asked about my book though, I liked that. I like it when people talk to me, I like it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;English was awesome. I fucking love Mrs. Blessman, she's the coolest. She's been saying "That's so vanilla, " for weeks, and I keep forgetting to post it. It reminds me of Jessie, and I always laugh. Jessie, when we make the shirts, Mrs. Blessman gets one for free. We were also discussing how crazy the school is. I forgot what we're supposed to protest on. She said "douchebag country", and gave Cassandra sass. After she turned off the ridiculously funny movie,  Michelle and I went back over to her desk and we talked about how much Bible Thumpers suck and tried to formulate a plan for getting Carlos out of the house. Once I figure it out, I'm supposed to tell Momma B. She thinks placing food underneath Carlos' collar would make me feel better about deserting him in some barren field. Douchebag country.&lt;br /&gt;In art I got really fed up with Cathy. Jarrett asked me about The Dead Poet's Society, and Derek stared at me as I gave him questions for it. Also, yesterday right before I ascended the steps to go up into the library, Derek placed his hand on my left shoulder as I was going through the doorway in order to get by without us smashing into each other. That made me feel really dizzy and overwhelmed. I love being touched, and I tell everyone I can't stand it because I'm afraid that people won't want to touch me. Jerel makes me feel dizzy too. He was the only person that acknowledged me in lunch, and I liked that a lot. Him telling me he loved me had nothing to do with the feeling of warmth I had as I climbed the stairs to the library. &lt;br /&gt;We had a sub for chemistry and he was playing either his iPod or someone else's. Balancing out equations while listening to The Beatles is really nice, I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;During the time between sixth hour ending, and seventh hour starting, I always go to the restroom. And I always see Blank, Jerel, and Dan. Dan was pointing at me, and looking at me funny, and then Jerel turned his head and told me that he wanted to have sex with me. Jerel makes me feel really, really dizzy. All I could think about during geometry was how Carina is constantly telling me that she's afraid to have sex, and that I feel like I was supposed to lose my virginity to Sampler. But that was in eighth grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lonely.</content>
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    <title>REAL</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T22:55:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T22:55:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tiny Paintings -Architecture in Helsinki</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My mom sent me a card with a Starbucks gift card in it. I wonder how I'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stealing of Montreal's idea of a man lady for art. The project seems a lot easier to me now that I've stolen such a great idea. I'll write of Montreal in there somewhere, with gold marker all cursive like or something. Art was actually pretty fun today, I don't know why. Carina was standing outside my classroom though, and that really freaked me out. Creep.&lt;br /&gt;Eating lunch in the library is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a badass today because Harry let me wear his wolf sweater. It wasn't even that cold today, and I was fucking dressed for it. It was supposed to snow, but it didn't. AHA! It's supposed to snow tomorrow, but it won't. AHA! I hate it when I see white on the ground, that shit just ain't natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry project that's 60 percent of my grade isn't getting done, because I'd rather talk about it than actually sit down and work on it. It's really hard finding information on my topic though, I should have picked something mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Netflix movies are here, and I'm supposed to watch them with Michelle. She signed off though, and I don't really have her number anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to the library tomorrow during Howell Time to work on my project, I think I'll do that.</content>
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    <title>Creep</title>
    <published>2009-12-06T22:28:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-06T22:30:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cloudburst</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v223/1725/109/n1308870282_8172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;She works at Starbucks and her name is Brigid, which I think is a weird way to spell Bridget. She was also in the newspaper, which is why looked her up on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Carina woke me up because George was purring and she didn't know what purring was, or what it meant. That made me ill tempered mainly because she asked me such a stupid question, and George was in my face purring. There was a stocking outside my door becuase today was St. Nicholas Day, which is complete bullshit. I can't believe there are TWO days that kids get stockings full of candy. Fuckin Catholicism. &lt;br /&gt;I heated up the clam chowder for me, Carina, and Harry around 12. My camera was used a whole lot. Carina kept picking up George. She wanted to play board games, but not cards. I really want to play Gin Rummy with my mommma. I hope we take the train home, that'd be so kickass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Carina's gone, holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wish I could have gone to Bakesale.</content>
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    <title>TSS</title>
    <published>2009-12-04T19:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-04T19:04:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I didn't take my tampon out for 19 hours, and I'm going to die.</content>
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    <title>laurelpants @ 2009-12-03T21:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-04T03:14:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-04T03:14:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Red Rabbits</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When I got home from school nobody else was home, so I got to smoke in a stress free environment. AHAHaha I'm hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;Then I came inside, almost took a nap, but instead watched In The Land of Women, The Unborn, and three hours of The O.C. &lt;br /&gt;Adam Brody, terrible movie, Adam Brody, Adam Brody, Adam Brody. I like Adam Brody a lot. I'll miss you, Adam Brody, but not as much as I've missed Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kicked out of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luanne's bitchin'~ Marni's cryin'~ My efforts in keeping this house clean have diminished, oh yeah. Expect the motherfucking worst, you bitch. I hate you.</content>
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    <title>I don't want to talk about how my hair looks right now</title>
    <published>2009-12-03T02:53:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-03T02:53:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>White Magic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">or how it did today for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't snowing this morning, but earlier there was like... sleet raining down and it was just terrible. Terribly cold, terribly wet, terribly lonely. I didn't even go outside. I went straight into the garage, to the car, and then Carina got in the car when we drove her home. But Marni was fucking around outside so Luanne opened my window. It fell on my bare legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WASN'T A HOWELL DAY, LAURA. I still finished my outline though, don't worry or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel asked me for help in journalism and I thought it was really weird, and not because she's an undercover lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Salant was disappointed that three of us didn't have books, but she sent us to the library anyway. I felt pretty bad about it, especially because it took me like ALL hour to find a fucking book. All I wanted to do was finish Nineteen Minutes, I feel like I've been reading it forever. But I checked out Less Than Zero, and I'm fairly confident that it's going to be a kickass read. Everytime I checkout, this certain librarian tells me: "Helen. That's such a pretty name! My grandmother's. I was going to name my girl Helen, but I had four boys instead." Every time. I swear to God.  And Rachel commented on my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I did a poor job on the performance test, ohhhhhhh mannnnnn. I crossed out a whole topic to discuss, because I just didn't feel like it. SO really, I did it on purpose. I only had five minutes left in the class anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Art sucked~!@#$#*$(@ All the freshman potheads were at my table. My table. &lt;br /&gt;It was so cold during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was easy goin' and so was geometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina came over around 4ish and we played Cruzin USA, I'm getting much better. She had dinner over here, we played my guitar, and Tim got the film in my camera. Aye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that me and Murphy aren't friends anymore, if we ever were.</content>
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    <title>Harry was throwing cards at me.</title>
    <published>2009-12-01T01:27:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-01T01:27:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kiss Me -Sixpence None the Richer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">He just did it again. What a little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has told me that I shouldn't have given him the cigarettes that I did. "What am I gonna do, Laurel? Wut am ii gunna do?" I don't know, smoke? Idiot. Just so you know, Harry. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina has ISAP for three days. She's an idiot too. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;In world history, this kid Ryan that I really don't like, but is hilariously funny, picked up my pen. I didn't like that. I also didn't like that it took forever for Mrs. Longton to get the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the journalism project wrong because I don't ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an 88 on my novel project, saweet. That's 60 percent of my final, ohyeahbaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk in English, at all really. I was more focused on the fact that I won't have to suffer through Mrs. Altman's teachings like everyone else in that class. I'm so glad. A week ago, this girl asked us in the group if people that don't go to church still believe in God. People like her really get me ticked off. But that happened a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project for art is so hard. A sculpture. What the fuck? I'm still not done with the perspective thing either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY JUST DISSED ME. OOOOOOHHHHHH SNAP PLAYA PLAYA. He threw a car at my neck. I have a paper cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was so cold. And it's supposed to snow on Wednesday. I am not going to school if it's snowing. I'll stay in the comfort of my warm room all day, hidden in my drawers or something. I don't wanna go outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really pay attention to chemistry or geometry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode Carina's bus home. Kevin was so happy to see me, I was glad. Carina told them about me leaving, and they got upset. I thought that was weird. They tried bribing me to stay. Jerel told me he was planning on talking to me NEXT semester. What a moron. I forgot to challenge Kevin to tetris. Maybe tomorrow, or before I leave.. I guess. I got to 168 lines last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have Courtland's letters ready to mail. I'll mail them tomorrow morning, bub.</content>
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    <title>HAHHAHAH</title>
    <published>2009-11-29T02:38:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-29T02:38:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SHE'S GOT A BAG OF WEAVES. HOLY FUCK. I WISH I WAS BLACK SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle has a weave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe me!</content>
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    <title>laurelpants @ 2009-11-28T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-28T22:23:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-28T22:23:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been wearing these tights ever since I got them. I hate that it's going to get real cold, and I won't be able to wear them anymore. Shucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm done with my homework, but I'm not really. I still have journalism, and art shit to do. All of my electives had me doing work over break, or the last two days I have before I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom left this morning. We all went to the bus station. We being me, Harry, Gus, and Tim who drove. I persuaded Tim into stopping at St. Louis Bread Co. aka Panera, and we all got breakfast after dropping my mom off. The hot chocolate I ordered is still good, and sitting by the sink. I love Panera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy McCoy was a bitch to paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hang out tomorrow! Yeahyeahyeahhhahhayeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura gave away my smoking to my aunt. You're the coolest, oh baby gurL mhm y34h.</content>
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    <title>laurelpants @ 2009-11-27T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-27T06:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-27T06:07:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fake Tales Of Fransisco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a pretty good day. I'd just really like to thank Lisa Ortigas for bringing my attention to Forinside. Thank you so very much, I love Forinside. Forinside loves me. I do not love that my iTouch is broken, I don't like it at all. It really makes me want to tell Carina that she has to pay for the repairs on it, but I've never done that to a person and I don't plan on doin' that now.&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the SHASHEENS, because I don't know how to spell Luanne's last name, and played games. Dinner wasn't quite what I expected. I don't know why I thought I'd be eating some Godly meal.. I also wasn't too hungry so I felt like I wasted all of the food I ate and didn't really like. The turkey was so dry. The greenbeans were really good. Carina didn't come with us.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob SHASHEEN made a comment about how Gus is such a pain in the ass, that made me feel smug. I won Spades. Holy shit guys, I won Spades. I exceeded 150 by at least 30 points. Oh my God, I beat Tim in Spades. I'm so happy. Going Nill was a great idea. I'm going to teach you all how to play cards, and then we'll sit around Jessie's house and play cards and have a really nice fucking time. That would be a good way to get me to like all of your new boyfriends. If you all pretended to like playing cards with me, and never whined about me asking to play cards with you, then I'd like everyone jut fine. We should just play cards until I die. Let's do that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be some kind of engineer so I can work in space stations. My brother doesn't think I'll want to be up in a space station for years at a time. He's got me all wrong. Certainly not now, would I want to do something like that, but I can see me spending years as an adult doing that. It'd be so fucking cool. None of us will be living near each other then anyway. I want to be a space engineer. I don't even know if there is such a thing. Space Engineer. It has to be called something else.&lt;br /&gt;Start paying attention in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking out all over my face so badly. I still haven't had my period. I found the tea kettle. I made a fire, real fast. And I wasn't cold in 34 degree weather today. I want to go to Goodwill tomorrow. I have to do my homework. I don't wanna.</content>
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    <title>Flying eastward towards the shore</title>
    <published>2009-11-26T16:16:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-26T16:16:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">breakfast is ready! I love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA BE READY TO GO BY 11. MHM! Y34H! WASHINGTON, OBOY!.</content>
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    <title>Another Tuesday night spent around the dinner table.</title>
    <published>2009-11-25T03:31:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-25T03:32:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to say, we had a great family game night. Despite Gus' volume, and Tim's annoyance with us all that he made quite clear, just having my mom around was nice. Plus, neither Luanne or Marni played.&lt;br /&gt;Today in lunch, Carina told me that I looked a lot happier with my mom here. Whuddasuprize... She got her phone away, Murphy called her dumb. "Hey, Laurel, you have a DUMB friend!" I just looked at him, and held my tongue. Yesterday Rachel was on the bus. Murphy at first didn't see her, sat with me, and then saw her: the seat behind us, and asked me if it was all right if he sat with her. That made me feel really awkward.. I should have said no though, because that would have been funny. Shucks. I keep seeing Dan in the hallway. I left Deadline in English, and when I went back to get it at the end of the day, Mrs. Blessman had already left. I changed my formative, I'm going to paint Rudy McCoy: the town drunk, ex-priest, and child molester. I have such a great idea for it. I love my mommma, bringin' back my creativity and all that snazzy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grudge 2 is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo stupid. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo annoying, am I.&lt;br /&gt;In journalism, I have a cut out of "I Think Therefore I Am" and I'm using it in my project; Lisa. All of the projects were switched to being due on Monday. I love how I didn't even do them, and now have an extra week, basically, to do them. AHa!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going downstairs to watch The Grudge 3, get scared out of my mind, and sleep with my momma in the creepy basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to play Steal Me, by Jupiter Sunrise, on the g00t4R. Uh. Uh. Uh. Y34H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO, I saw a man at Shop n Save who looked just like Brian Chase. I followed him around, just in case he had a son. Just kidding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGBUGBUG</content>
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    <title>"Why is your picture sideways?</title>
    <published>2009-11-24T03:20:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-24T03:20:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does that mean you're bi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Courtland's letter. And a manilla envelope for Laura and the memoir.</content>
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    <title>HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHU</title>
    <published>2009-11-21T01:54:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-21T01:54:10Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>The Purple Bottle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My life, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of Dan today. I feel really smug about him saying Hi to me every time we see each other, and him not doing that with Carina. He was at our lunch today, we acknowledged each other with smiles. He sat like right in front of Carina and myself. He also has a new guitar, that says Papa Roach on it; what a faggot. My mom is bringing up my guitar on Sunday. I was trying to tell Carina how great it smells, and that I'll be sleeping with the case open so my room can smell just like it too, but she wasn't paying attention. I should have sat with Dan and Derek. I like them much more. Next time Dan says something to me, I need to work up the courage to ask him if he wants to hang out. But I guess first I should start saying Hi too. &lt;br /&gt;On the bus, Murphy went through my iTouch and I was thinking about whether or not I should ask him what he was going to be doing this weekend. I didn't. Guess what Murphy was doing tonight? Murphy picked up Kevin, but really Ryan Marshall was driving. Carina saw them, started hollering, and they backed up. They all thought she was high; no guys, she's just really fucking obnoxious. They drove off without us. Carina was telling me what Kevin told her on the bus. They're all getting high, and are going to eat a chicken while watching Pineapple Express. I feel like if Carina wasn't with me and I was walking, I would have been invited. That or I wouldn't have even seen them, and wouldn't be so down in the dumps. I then bought crab rangoon from First Wok. There's some high school kid that works there, I'm pretty sure. I wish he would have taken my order. I liked that he smiled at me, even if it is part of the job criteria. The old Asian lady didn't smile at me. Carina was supposed to walk with me home, but when I was at Shop n Save she went home, so I walked home by myself. Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom fought on the phone. That's so ridiculously absurd. It was about hobbies too. She got mad because I told her if I wanted to be a photographer, I'd have to get a new camera. Which is pretty true, but not entirely. I just want a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I deserve a boyfriend too.</content>
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    <title>Get drunk-proof today</title>
    <published>2009-11-20T02:38:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking out all ova ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luanne's 'tude is just really ticking me off. She's so rude. &lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight smelled really weird. That reminds me that I didn't finish the dishes. Swell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura has her phone back, she called me twice. I'm not going to call you back Laura, because you're with someone or multiple people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate smoking when it's cold outside.</content>
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    <title>I also really like this girl:</title>
    <published>2009-11-19T04:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-19T04:21:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Party's Crashing Us</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them." I like her a lot.</content>
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    <title>laurelpants @ 2009-11-18T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-19T02:52:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Michelle's house is fun.</content>
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    <title>No but really</title>
    <published>2009-11-18T03:42:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-18T03:42:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">today was so weird. &lt;br /&gt;I missed my bus at my stop because I was having some EXPLOSIVE DIARRHEA and so I walked to the stop in Saddlebrook. It was 45 degrees this morning. &lt;br /&gt;Murphy sat with me for about three minutes this morning, talked about my book, gave me my cigarettes, and just talked more about my book. Jerel, his girlfran Paige, and this kid Dan all came up and Dan got Murphy and I felt really weird about that going down. Like it was planned. It felt planned. &lt;br /&gt;Sub for world history.&lt;br /&gt;Sub for journalism.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Salant talked about when she was almost a juror for a murder case.&lt;br /&gt;We're writing a childrens' book in English about the Book of Fred. Michelle's my partner, our book is titled  'Fred for Kids!' and I'm going to her house tomorrow to work on it. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;In art I didn't finish the project like I was supposed to. I'm putting a super secret message in mine. There's an arrow that says Go in it, and it's going to be pointing to Florida. All geometric shapes. I feel so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was cold. Near the end Murphy and some kid were fighting but not really and it was so funny. I WISH WE WERE BETTER FRIENDS AHHHHA.&lt;br /&gt;We finished our notes in Chemistry. Part one of the test is tomorrow. Three questions worth 100 points, ooohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Geometry was all right, I guess. I had the feeling that kids were talking about me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a car crash on 94, and Murphy and I just talked and talked and talked. The thing is, I don't mind not talkin', but once I get goin', I hate to stop. I had so much more to say when Murphy had to get off the bus. I have KOOL cigarettes now too. Two packs. I almost got caught smoking today. Luanne was supposed to be gone, but apparently she didn't pick up today. If I wasn't in the unusual spot I was, crouching down because I was sleepy, she would have seen me take at least one drag. I got inside and saw the door open and nearly shit bricks. I was terrified. Then I fell asleep in the shower as it padded against my back. That's the wrong verb, I can't think of the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game night. I won Imagine Iff... I rock.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch The OC today because a line was, "Why? Because the boy I lost my virginity to had sex with my mom?" Stupid, Luanne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW ABOUT SEX!!!</content>
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    <title>I was watchin with one eye on the other side</title>
    <published>2009-11-18T01:14:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-18T01:14:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hotel Yorba</lj:music>
    <content type="html">GAME NIGHT NOW.</content>
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