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    <title>I love u</title>
    <published>2004-04-11T07:55:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-11T07:55:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hehehe this is alex's conscience and i think i should tell you about alex's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first, she woke up and had 2 crispy creme donuts, (shes fat today) and yada yada yada dance dance dance dance, then she went to a party with brie, the cool friend, and played ping pong, which alex got pulverized in. they played with the strobe light and were really cool because thats just them, the cool kids, especially, that brie kid, shes a goddess. WEll tena came over after the party and they fell asleep, who does that? oh yeah and then prayed to her shrine of brie-ism, and then she talked on the phone with brie who, ive mentioned, is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Bri- I mean, Alex's Conscience&lt;br /&gt;xoxo</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:givurah_xandra:4198</id>
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    <title>why?</title>
    <published>2004-04-05T01:50:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-05T01:50:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why are good foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;why is it ok for a 17 year old to do a 16 year old, but its    not ok for an 18 year old to do a 17 year old?&lt;br /&gt;why are carrots orange?&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't anything rhyme with orange? &lt;br /&gt;why are there bad ppl?&lt;br /&gt;why are ppl mean to ppl?&lt;br /&gt;why does religion get into most things?&lt;br /&gt;why is ok for dogs to pee on fire higrants, but not humans?&lt;br /&gt;why can you raed lttres eevn if tehy are miexd up?&lt;br /&gt;why should we go to school?&lt;br /&gt;why did the founder of kissing say kissing was on the lips?&lt;br /&gt;why did someone invent math? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~xandra~*~</content>
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    <title>givurah_xandra @ 2004-03-30T17:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-31T00:49:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">you said nothing was going to change. but you were very wrong</content>
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    <title>givurah_xandra @ 2004-03-23T18:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-24T01:41:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-24T01:41:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FINE MARK, FUCK YOU THEN</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:givurah_xandra:3447</id>
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    <title>to do list ( in order )</title>
    <published>2004-03-23T03:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-23T03:17:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;9. Invent something&lt;br /&gt;8. Get revenge on Hitler&lt;br /&gt;7. Become friends with Erin Powers&lt;br /&gt;6. Live a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;5. Go on a cruise with my "other"&lt;br /&gt;4. See the whole world from one place&lt;br /&gt;3. Save a life&lt;br /&gt;2. Marry my high school sweet heart&lt;br /&gt;1. Live happily ever after</content>
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    <title>givurah_xandra @ 2004-03-22T19:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-23T03:01:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-23T03:01:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crash- Dave Mattews Band</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was Brandi's one year anniversary. I don't really know what to say when it comes to stuff like that. I could say "i miss you" or "I'll always remember you" but to me, something about those words don't really fully describe the sorrow, and loss i feel when i think about Brandi. &lt;br /&gt;    Brandi was the most amazing person i have ever met in my life. She was inspiring to just watch, she could always make me laugh, or give me good advice. When i talked to her i couldn't take my eyes away from her, because she was so mysterious. She was considerate, and kind, she understood everyone. Brandi was one of those people, who if you met her in a grocery store, or at the bank, and all you said was hi, or you gave each other a smile, you would have this connection with her. You would feel this bond that anybody would love to have. She was also without a doubt, the funniest person i have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;    One day, it was 7th grade (immaturity was a big part of life then) Alexa Hannah and I all slept over there. Well after 12, people tend to get a little delirious. Anyways, Brandi was already craaaazy so you can imagine crazy plus delirious. So me being the weird one i am, decided we should run around the house. So me and Brandi started running, her in front, me following. As she ran, she made a de-tour into the play room where she ran as fast as she could up onto the couch and straight into the wall, hitting it and rolling back down to the floor. I sat and watched in awe of what just happend, not knowing wether to laugh or call the amblience. I said "Brandi, are you ok?" and she looked up at me not with tears of pain, but tears of laughter and said " ohhh man! you have to try that!" We laughed for about an hour, played with the wall for an hour then when we got the most head ach, we could stand. went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi, i know that you are in a better place, and i know that you are watching all of us. Words can't describe the emotion i feel when i think that i will never see you again, but they will have to do. I miss you so much and i can't wait to be with you again. You will always hold a place in my heart and i want to say thank you. Thank you for taching me how to smile, thank you for listening to me when i needed to talk, thank you for always making me laugh, and most of all, thank you for blessing me with your company for the short time you were here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. You should see our Nutter Butter tree's there getting pretty big</content>
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    <title>grrrrrr</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T22:39:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T22:39:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wish some people would get the fuck over themselves and their dumb ass stubbornness and talk to me. what good is it to have a problem with someone but not talk to them about it. hellooo reality check IM NOT TELEPATHIC. i don't know whats going on. i swear sometimes i wonder who my real friends are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY !!!!!!!!! grrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~xandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****  someone said your name today, and asked me if i knew you, i got this weird feeling in my stomach....cuz all i could say was  "i used to"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:givurah_xandra:2745</id>
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    <title>givurah_xandra @ 2004-03-10T14:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T21:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-10T21:48:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok so...lots to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im not mad at you (you know who you are) this whole thing was stupid and i want to totally forget it. It just goes to show what gossip will do to people and how far it will go. &lt;br /&gt;2. im sorry if i offended someone, (you also know who you are) and i would take it back in a minute if i knew it was going to hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;3. GOSSIP SUCKSSSSSSSSSS. it should die die die die die. enough said&lt;br /&gt;4. Some things have been said in other peoples journal that is so dumb i don't even like reading it. If someone has something to say to me, say it to me, not in some journal entry. and  you don't even know who i am, where is it your buisness to talk to me about     what im doing wrong? grow up. seriously. ( and literally... haha bre)&lt;br /&gt;5. DEAD SHARKS ARE GROSS..&lt;br /&gt;6. i love emily ross and breanna castle&lt;br /&gt;7. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;8. im good. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;~xandra</content>
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    <title>don't read. for your own good.</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T20:24:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T20:24:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lela. Lela has cool neighbors  let me tell you a little story about her. Well one time i was at her house and she had this gen..genuo....really smart idea to tell me about some glasses she owned. they were magnified times like 84857262940674372 and made things look a little closer then hey actually are. being the cool kid that i am, litened to her when she told me to run as fast as i could at the door. i ran and hit the door as hard as i could and then had a red mark on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided i am realllllly bad at telling stories.&lt;br /&gt; bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. and updating my journal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love always and forever until death do us part...or until the trees turn yellow with envy of my love for you, or until the doorway cracks and i can't go through anymore, or until the food i eat cathces up with me and i become obese, or until lela stops being lela....or until i start getting good at telling stories,&lt;br /&gt;     ~xandra</content>
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    <title>homies to the left!</title>
    <published>2004-02-20T00:09:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-20T00:09:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brie Cassie and Alex are the pimp masters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout-out to my homie Gnasty Nate! Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grego's my homie wanna be!!</content>
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    <title>givurah_xandra @ 2004-02-18T16:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-19T00:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-19T00:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im gonna dedicate this entry to someone i like to call...Tater tits. AKA Tena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tena is a funny kid. I would like to tell u all a story about something that happened just the other month. We were at Panda Express and I forgot my glasses. So as we stood in line for our food, I leaned over to Tena and asked him " Tena, what does that say?" The word was 2-item plate. And he sarcastically replied, "Can you read? it says 2- item plat!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was aweosme and Tena I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;~*~xandra~*~</content>
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    <title>givurah_xandra @ 2004-02-18T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T23:55:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T23:55:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Switchfoot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Life isn't how I thought it would be 24 hours ago" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    ~Switchfoot</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:givurah_xandra:1447</id>
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    <title>L-O-V-E</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T23:50:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T23:50:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">L is for the way you look at me...O is for the only one i see....V is very very ..extra ordinary and E is even more then any one that you adore and love, is all that i can give to you, love is more then just a game or two...TWOOOO when hearts cant take it, take my heart but please don't break it love. was made for me annnndd you!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:givurah_xandra:1035</id>
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    <title>yo quiero taco bell</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T04:23:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T04:23:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i had dance. like everyother day. except today was different. i got out and i craved like NO OTHER a simple taco from taco bell. So i happily got in the car, butt-kissing to my pops and half way home im like ""mmm...dad i reallly want a taco!" and hes like " no"  so i ask him why and i get the usually...ummm " i have no reason because im coool!" answer...so i say again, dad please im really hungry and i haven't eaten out in soo long! and once again i hear, umm..lets just go home. so i was mad. one taco thats all i wanted and no i have to go home and eat my yummy trader joes food! the whole way home he was trying to make me interested in the things we had at home. he was like  do you want ...pancakes?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;steak?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;salad!&lt;br /&gt;no.. &lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;then i think he gave up because of my pessimistic attitude. OH! to make matters worse, he got off on 1 out of like 4 possible exits, and drove RIGHT BY IT!! grrr &lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANTED A DAMN TACO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;~*~xandra~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im eating a bagel.</content>
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    <title>happy v-and macaroni day!</title>
    <published>2004-02-13T22:28:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-13T22:28:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mac and cheese, mac and cheese, mac and chesse is really good. that was a song by me. and yes i am eating mac and cheese. its the easy mac kind but personally i like it better, i think macaroni is one of those foods that you have to crave, and cravings only usually last a little while so by the time your done cooking the damn 40 minutes box you don't want it anymore! &lt;br /&gt;OH YA!! happy valentines day! i love valentines day! its the day that your boyfriend can express what he means to you with out feeling really really cheesy and dumb! well maybe thats just mine...anywho...i got a lot of candy from ppl...and by people i mean mostly my dad. but thanks dad! &lt;br /&gt;Today me and Brie felt very buisness like in TV productions because we were rushing around trying to get our project done by the dead line! and it was fun. that was BY FAR the  best story i have ever told! ...im sorry you had to hear that. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~xandra~*~&lt;br /&gt;p.s. "if we go down, we go down together."</content>
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    <title>Thursday's suck!</title>
    <published>2004-02-12T21:19:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-12T21:19:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate Thursday's. thats right i realllly do! its nothing fun just normal work classes. and in p.e. on Thursday's were in the gym, the exact same time the air goes through the tunnel and scares the poop out of me! Me and Lela are going to spread a rumor that when the air goes through the tunnel, its a guy who dieds ghost coming to visit. Were gonna tell the 8th graders that! im so excited!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right arm is asleep and it willl not wake up. i hate when your arm goes to sleep. i want to cry! but the same time i want to laugh because it tickles, is like a craugh (cry-laugh) feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do not understand how girls can be best friends and be together all the time. and hang out together and hug each other and laugh together, but the second guys have a best friend who they hang out with a lot, they're considered gay by some people. it sort of makes me really mad. and FYI to certain people, gay means you like the same sex, so if someone has a significant other of the OPPOSITE sex, they're technically not considered gay. &lt;br /&gt;WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;Now that thats off my chest! &lt;br /&gt;Ok...i don't know what else to write!&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;~*~xandra~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my arm is still asleep</content>
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    <title>chocolata chipato cookies</title>
    <published>2004-02-11T23:07:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-11T23:07:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey! this is my on-line journal. I would just like to take the time to thank some people for helping me through this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lela for saying "get an on-line journal!"&lt;br /&gt;*Brieanna for saying "ya!" when i told her i was getting an on-line journal!&lt;br /&gt;*Mark for telling me my user name was cool!&lt;br /&gt;*My mom for having me because if she didn't i couldn't make this.&lt;br /&gt;*My dad for helping out with the whole birth thing, because my mom couldn't have had, then i wouldn't have been able to make this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;~*~xandra~*~</content>
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