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  <title>Welcome to Boredom town.</title>
  <subtitle>Enjoy :)</subtitle>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kimpossible88:29692</id>
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    <title>Its me again....</title>
    <published>2006-06-06T01:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-06T01:10:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>93.7-I love Country music!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh boy, I havnt updated in a long time, or even gotten on in a long time. Our home computer has died, and I can no longer access the internet on it. Thank you Mike. Its not like anyone reads this anyway, its almost like I got it so that I could almost keep up with people that I never talk to, but now Its kinda for me to read. But anywho, life if pretty good right now, I'm a little angry with my dad though (Jess if you read this, dont worry the next time I talk to you, I will explain). But oh well, life goes on, I've got some great friends that I know are always there for me, and no matter how bad things get, I always remember that they could get worse, and pray that they dont. Or I just think about that kid, and I have to smile, until I start thinking about exams, then I want to cry. I cant wait until they are over with. I feel so stressed right now. About that...I should go study...</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2006-04-17T19:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T23:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T23:38:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh geeez...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Boy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>happiness....</title>
    <published>2006-04-10T00:12:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-10T00:12:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" size="5"&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>sigh...</title>
    <published>2006-04-05T22:29:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T22:29:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh man, so far this break has been swweeeaaat!! and its only gonna get better cuz im leaving for CA on saturday after i take the ACT. that im probably gonna fail. well, you cant fail the ACT, but ill just do really bad. &lt;br /&gt;so everyone in my house is broken. my dad has 3 bulging disks in his back, my sister jessica is coughing alot and is barfing every now and then. my mom has a really bad headcold. my sister laura was complaining about getting her taxes done, and i havent seen my brother in a few days, but im sure that something is wrong with him. im okay though. &lt;br /&gt;im kinda getting frustrated with some people, or a certain person. &lt;br /&gt;blahhhh i figured its about time that i updated since i havent done it in like a month or somehting like that, i forgot. boys are crazy...thats all im gonna say. well i have to go. its dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that just when i feel like things are going awsome, something always changes it??</content>
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    <title>Oh yeah!</title>
    <published>2006-02-25T23:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-25T23:23:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel better, not as stressed out, for some reason, when I practice my violin, I always feel better. Oh man, I'm tired, maybe its cuz I'm still sick. I dont know though. COW. I havent seen a cow lately, they are sweet looking I dont know why. My dog kinda looks like a cow, I think its just cuz hes got a fat face, but hes so cute. hmm, well I dont have anything else to say.</content>
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    <title>Gahhhh!!!</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T21:58:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T21:58:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What am I gonna do???</content>
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    <title>Life.....</title>
    <published>2006-01-21T03:18:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-21T03:18:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Eh, I figure that since its been about a month since I last updated, that maybe I should. I was thinking the other day as I listened to Whiskey Luliby by Brad Pasley, that for some odd reasons, I love sad songs. I dont know why, thinking about the things that I like makes me seem like Im depressed or something, but I'm not. Honest. Some of my favorite things are rainy and cloudy days, sad songs, and being home alone. When I tell people that, they always ask me if I'm alright, or if I'm depressed or something. I'm not, but why do I think these things that make other people sad? I dont know. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that exams are over. I wasnt stressing over them too much, just certain ones. I didnt really want to go through the math exam, but once I got there I was like, oh well, what happens happens. And what do ya know, I did good. I didnt finish my chemistry exam, that was really long. I didnt finish my government exam, one essay too short. I did finish my english exam, but I know that I failed it anyway, so it doesnt really matter. German was easy. Yay for smart spectrum! How does it always happen Katie?? I dont get it. But its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess thats about all I really want to say. Wait, I'm tired. Okay, thats all I want to say.</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-12-23T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T03:27:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T03:27:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Tonight I Wanna Cry" - Keith Urban</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Alone in this house again tonight&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The way that it was and could have been surrounds me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I'll never get over you walkin' away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;From my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;From my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;From my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Happy BIrthday Jess I miss you!! Call when you get a chance I havnt talked to you in a loonnng time.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-12-10T10:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-10T15:34:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-10T15:34:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thank you Nate for my birthday gift of a snow day. Yesterday was awsome! Even if Nates mom kinda spoiled the surprise. It was still good. And yes I was still surprised.</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-12-03T14:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T19:18:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T19:18:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I decided that I should update...but I dont really have much to say. ummm....Im kinda not likeing the way the math intern is teaching. I think the only good intern that ive had was the history intern last year. &lt;br /&gt;Elise...we dont know where those pictures went. Are you sure you left them here? I can look again if you need me to.</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-11-17T22:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T03:14:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T03:14:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yay for snow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe es!</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-11-05T13:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T18:12:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T18:12:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Okay guys, just to let you know, I am fine, my last post just happend to be how I was feeling at the moment. I was really stressed and when I start to think about things when I'm stressed....well you saw it...but I am fine. I meant to say that earlier, like the day after I updated the last one, but I have been too busy. Well, off to do my math project, oh joy! &amp;lt;--very sarcastic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Jess wrote, &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;So we had to put our dog to sleep last night. It was really sad. I was strong at first and it was alright because I knew it had to get done but later when everyone had gone to bed, I came out and looked at her. It looked as if she was sleeping. She was so cold, she has never been cold she has always been a warm dog. Any way my mom heard me crying and she came out and gave me a hug. I kept expecting her to get up and go into my parents room to go to bed, or getting up because she had to go outside. But she didnt move. She didnt move or budge. I have had this dog since I was REALLLY REALLY LITLE. I just got done burrying her. it was very sad. I could just barely pick her up and carry her out to the yard. She was a good pup and I will miss her a lot. She loved the outdoors and she loved the family. I didnt meet one person who didnt like her. I ended up crying myself to sleep last night. Just before the vet put her down I went upstairs to check on Kim to see how she has handling it and she was all curled up on her bed in tears. She wouldnt talk to anyone, she just wanted a hug. Well later I went downstairs to check on Mike and he was trying everything he could to stay busy. All I had to do was look at Mike and he broke down, I gave him a big hug and told him to hang onto the memories. Mike and Kim finally came around and came out to say their goodbyes to Puddles. It may sound weird or messed up that our family is acting like this over a "dog". But Puddles wasnt just a dog she was family. She was a very smart pet who knew what the kitchen was, and knew what downstairs met and knew what "daddy's home" meant. She was a very smart dog. We as a family will miss her A LOT.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-10-29T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-30T03:25:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-30T03:25:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick of this. I'm sick of pretending that I'm so happy when half the time I'm not. I'm sick of the stess that I always just shrug off. I'm just sick of everything. I wish I could just go away where I could be alone and have nothing that would worry me. I just feel like the past two years have been nothing but depressing and sad news.</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-10-21T22:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T02:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T02:24:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nichts....</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight=Worst night of my life. I was in my first accident while driving. It wasnt my fault, but it still happend...well im gonna go now, I may update later.</content>
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    <title>Apparently I have problems....</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T02:14:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T02:14:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Go to google.com, type in your name needs and paste the five funniest ones. If your name was James, you would type in "James needs" with the quotation marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Kim Needs to Take Off the Gloves."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Kim Needs to Talk."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Kim Needs Rehab."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Kim Needs Some Hints!"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Kim Needs To Be Replaced."</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-10-14T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-14T22:01:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-14T22:01:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am a guy who is not afraid to say I don't believe in Evolution to an entire room of scientists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who praises God even when someone does or says something hurtful even though it kills me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the couple who planned our marrage around God's rules and laws in order to stick together through the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who took Bibles and tracks to the people who'd rather use violence rather than verbalize disagreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the transgender person who knows that I am wonderfully and beautifully made. And anyone who doesn't understand that! has a problem with my creator, Because I! just like them have no control over how I was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter that I do not agree with her life style or support it in anyway but still love her because she too is a child of God though seperated by sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag, or any other hurtful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God. But rejecting sin is different than rejecting a person. And hating sin is different then hating a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school and always thought to question why two men might be kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman who understands the benefits of gay marriages and the desire for gay couples to have children but does not commend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a difference. Love wins in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gone!! 8-9 inches...its gone!! But it was for a good cause.</content>
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    <title>umm....</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T13:28:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-05T13:28:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know that there is alot of people there that I can talk to about anything, but lately, I've just felt so lonely. So empty. I think it's just because I miss my sisters, but this is the weirdest feeling ever. I just feel like there is a hole in my life and I dont like it. I feel like I have been trying to cover it up but suddenly its just....there. Oh well, it will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is just about everything going on in my life. Oh yeah...I might be going to Germany if everything works out right. I hope it does. That would be cool.</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-09-27T17:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T21:21:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T21:21:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gahh! You know what I cant stand? When I know something that someone doesnt want me to know, but I dont want to say anything because I dont want to ruin the "friendship" that I have with that person. Yes, I put friendship in quotes because I can hardly call it a friendship when they arent telling you the truth. If you feel this way about me, ever, please tell me without being afraid of me getting mad or whatever, just let me know please.</content>
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    <title>Game tomarrow</title>
    <published>2005-09-24T20:54:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-24T20:54:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Girls U19 soccer game tomarrow at 3. Old varsity fields(the ninth grade building). You all should come even though we are gonna lose cuz we are playing Dewitt.</content>
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    <title>bored!</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T20:10:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T20:10:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cow.</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-09-16T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-17T03:06:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-17T03:06:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*</content>
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    <title>wow I must be bored....</title>
    <published>2005-09-15T22:22:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-15T22:22:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I can't believe That I'm actually about to do this...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write 20 random facts about yourself then tag the same amount of people as minutes it takes you to write the facts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. I'm&amp;nbsp;16.&lt;br&gt;2. I'm taller than most of my family. &lt;br&gt;3. I play the vilolin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. I&amp;nbsp;hate english.&lt;br&gt;5. I hate writing.&lt;br&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;I'm tired most of the time.&lt;br&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;My favorite number is 7.&lt;br&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;I've lived in the same house my whole life.&lt;br&gt;9. I think I'm addicted to the internet.&lt;br&gt;10. I have&amp;nbsp;too many&amp;nbsp;shoes.&lt;br&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;I want to dye my hair a different color.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;12. Yup.&lt;br&gt;13. I have trouble thinking of facts about myself.&lt;br&gt;14. I usually fall down when I do cartwheels.&lt;br&gt;15. I love food.&lt;br&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;I hate "reality" shows.&lt;br&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;"People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?"&lt;br&gt;18. I&amp;nbsp;am currently hungry.&lt;br&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;I dont have a favorite band.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;20. I&amp;nbsp;dont have a favorite T.V. show.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fancy_gnome' lj:user='fancy_gnome' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fancy-gnome.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://fancy-gnome.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fancy_gnome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_madeamtenny' lj:user='madeamtenny' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=madeamtenny'&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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=madeamtenny'&gt;&lt;b&gt;madeamtenny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_koryfeldman' lj:user='koryfeldman' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://koryfeldman.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://koryfeldman.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;koryfeldman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_philosopherspaz' lj:user='philosopherspaz' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://philosopherspaz.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://philosopherspaz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;philosopherspaz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_gretto16189' lj:user='gretto16189' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gretto16189.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://gretto16189.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gretto16189&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_chickpirate' lj:user='chickpirate' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://chickpirate.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://chickpirate.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;chickpirate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>kimpossible88 @ 2005-09-10T22:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T02:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T02:39:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I kinda found it ironic that the day after I wrote that whole post about how complicated guys are, I get asked out. Its weird cuz the guy that asked me doesnt know that I have LJ and therefore doesnt read it. Its kinda weird. I dont know how I feel about him though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaahh I really dont want ot do the honors fst project. I'm almost done but I jsut dont want to do it. All I have to do is explain how I got the amounts of material and I'm not sure how I did it cuz it was more our class that did it, not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, imagine that. I'm actually using capital letters and stuff. I dont usually do this. Umm well I think that't it for now.</content>
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    <title>Why must it be so complicated??</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T20:56:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T21:34:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So as most (or some) of you know, Ive kinda given up on guys cuz Ive just decided that guys are stupid (unless you can prove me wrong). But so many people keep writing in their Live journals or just talking about how much they Love their boyfriend or girlfriend. I just keep thinking about things like how it feels to know that someone is always there that you could talk to and you always know that if something went wrong then they would be there for you. I know that I have a lot of friends that would do that but man...I dont know its weird. Its kinda hard to be friends with alot of guys and not like them. I dont know. Well that is my thinking post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT*&lt;br /&gt;I think that almost all gils have realized this...&lt;br /&gt;UtOhElisius: boys suck&lt;br /&gt;UtOhElisius: suck suck suck</content>
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    <title>Friendship</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T13:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T13:42:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I meant to do this last week but I never got around to doing it so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fredship is like pissing your pants.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can see it, &lt;br /&gt;But only you can feel its true warmth.&lt;br /&gt;So thanks everyone for pissing my pants!!</content>
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