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  <title>i'm a slow motion accident</title>
  <subtitle>&amp; it all comes back to you</subtitle>
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    <name>raven</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-11T13:44:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:26114</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-04-11T09:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T13:44:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T13:44:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/caseytoocool.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm yeah, Casey's right. I'm deffinately missing out.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:26048</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-04-10T18:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T22:26:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T22:26:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;This weekend was alright. Friday we went to Rockledge for Jordan's party, that was really fun. The girls there were really nice, cool, and dressed really cute, too. There were some dyke's asking me to make out with them and sit with them and shit though, that was creepy. Coconut rum is probably the best thing i've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we went to breakfast then to cocoa beach, then later that night I went to anita's party with kelly and giorgio, but we didn't stay very long. We all slept in my bed and it reeks now. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and josie went exercising (sp?) together, my body hurts now. I wanna drop 30 pounds. We're going to workout and run 3 times a week together from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot lately, the A-list and the lovely bones are really really good. I just finished those both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you makes me sad.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:25705</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-04-08T10:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T14:02:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T14:09:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;So my mom and her husband are going to stay in Clearwater for the weekend... I'm supposed to stay with Alyssa tonight and by myself Saturday night... yeah. That's probably how it's gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're going to Jordan's party in cocoa or somewhere around there. That should be cool. But before that... Cestaire show.. ugh, reeeeeeally don't want to go but whatever. Gas mask for Kristie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/NijiMomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peach Girl is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::edit:: Jake called me yesterday. I was excited to see his name on my phone calling me. That always makes me smile. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen broke edge last night and threw up everywhere for the first time in her life after drinking hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&amp;hearts;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:25381</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-04-05T09:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T13:42:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T14:08:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;So I pretty much can't do anything for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;grades grades grades...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Loronzo.. I love her more than anything in the world, I always call her when I'm.. I don't know, sad? She seriously keeps me sane. No one understands me and is there for me like she is. We've never had any conflicts or anything we can't talk to eachother about, and I don't know, we just click. I miss spending everyday with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm so I thought Tori was my friend, but as soon as I left Indiana she fucking jumped on trying to get with Jake.. MY guy there. And I IMed her and asked if she liked him, even though I've heard plenty.. and she signed off on me.&lt;br /&gt;That's bullshit, I so claimed him. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan made this for Alyssa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/stupidalyssa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could've gone to Jen's birthday dinner, I hate that I'm stuck inside when my friends are out without me doing shit. (happy birthday, Jen xo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to visit Indiana again soon. Maybe I can miss my flight back or something. That sounds good.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:25002</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-28T09:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T15:11:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T15:11:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss Indiana. The rest of my break here was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what day, but me, kelly, and alyssa walked on the ledge under ozone scaring ourselves, since ozone is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/underozone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a cemetary and booty danced in the Everlasting Garden of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/meandalyssa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look gross but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to Dave's, then to Denny's with Wes, who was mad drunk, I finished his waffles when he went to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/mullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping. Someone go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...k.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:24698</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-24T12:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T17:14:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T17:18:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so whenever I'm on my home computer, I go to livejournal and click friends and it only shows entries fro mforever ago, it stopped updating them. But when I go on it on other computers it works fine. What the fuck. If no one has any idea how to fix that then I guess I'm going to make a new one, this is too frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Indiana, was amazing. I love everyone there, and I had the time of my life. I wish I never had to come back here, because I'm sick of the bullshit, you can't trust anyone, and the drama is never ending. I had more fun throwing up all night there than being here.</content>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-17T10:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T15:24:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T15:24:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;who cares.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:22823</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-16T20:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T01:36:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T01:36:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to Indiana friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of drama. shut up shut up shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a boy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:22548</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-15T10:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T15:18:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T01:34:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v53/flawed_perfection/shower068.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo this is my favorite person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to indiana this friday and I will be back the following wednesday. Today I'm going shopping with Alyssa, Jen and whoever else, and Jen is going to spoil me with her mom's credit card hahahahha.&amp;hearts; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope today is a good day. i need it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:22290</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-14T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T15:22:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T15:22:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When did I become such a dick..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:22191</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-14T09:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T14:18:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T14:22:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm getting sick of having friends that make me feel like shit. I want friends that are fun &amp; trustworthy, and that don't get me into bad situations because I usually end up making mistakes I can't get out of. I'd rather just avoid all that shit in general. I need friends that bring out the best in me, because I haven't been myself lately.</content>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-11T10:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T15:23:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">std's.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:21371</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-10T10:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T15:10:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T15:27:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I'm going to o-zone tonight. Zach asked me to go to Cestaire practice, yeah right. So Kristie can stare me down and give me std's? Yes. They're both so fucked up, they deserve eachother. I hope they choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/undse8.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new metal kids are going to try to fight Georgio today at lunch, I think because we messed with their friends. They messed with us first by coming up to us and talking shit, so me &amp; Jen threw food at them and dumped chocolate milk on this one girl. Their fault. Anyway, I'm going to taunt them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying my hair black again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a slow motion accident&lt;br /&gt;Lost in coffee rings - and fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;I don't - wanna feel - anything&lt;br /&gt;But i do &lt;br /&gt;And it all comes back to you&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-09T14:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T19:32:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T19:32:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I skipped again today. Too tired to get up. Yeah, I am deffinately going to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, who wants to hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;she dreams of a face that is pure perfection. Things aren't what they seem.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-05T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-05T15:08:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-05T15:08:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1107687579devil.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Satanism&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. Satanism is a religious or philosophical movement centered around Satan or another entity identified with Satan, or centered around the forces of nature, particularly human nature, represented by Satan as an archetype. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="65" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="35" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="15" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;15%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="10" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;10%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=5495"&gt;Which is the right religion for you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-04T10:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T15:08:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T15:08:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I miss my old hair. Grow hair, grow!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hate school.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be where the people are&lt;br&gt;I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin'&lt;br&gt;walkin' around on those&lt;br&gt;Whaddya call 'em? Oh, feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far&lt;br&gt;Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'&lt;br&gt;Strollin' along down the&lt;br&gt;What's that word again? Street&lt;br&gt;Up where they walk&lt;br&gt;Up where they run&lt;br&gt;Up where they stay all day in the sun&lt;br&gt;Wanderin' free, wish I could be&lt;br&gt;Part of that world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:20231</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-04T09:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T14:11:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T14:11:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like shit. I miss Casey &amp; I'm disgusted with how weak I am. I can't help it. Not calling him feels like not breathing. I don't know if I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm frustrated with people.</content>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-03T10:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T15:23:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T15:27:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/DSCF4501.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/a5d3edda.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/24139f95.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/c737fda5.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/5289cfe2.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/DSCF4603.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/DSCF4704.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/meandalyssa3.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/DSCF5004.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/raven368.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/raven343.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/raven370.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/show11.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/ashesaysgoodbye/raven359.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="50"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my best friend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:19832</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-02T08:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T14:40:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T14:40:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm trying to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassadaga &amp; New Symerna beach this weekend. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...who wants to go shopping with me?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:19704</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-03-01T10:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T15:31:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-01T20:26:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm getting a job at Journeys in the altamonte mall. I need money.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want to hangout with people I never really do or have before. This weekend. Who wants to do something?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I was supposed to hangout with Casey, but instead me and alyssa layed entwined on my futon, zoning out watching tv, eating bowls and bowls of cereal, and eventually, this amazing conversation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;me: "I wonder what the biggest number in the world is.."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;alyssa:"..probably in the trillions?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;me: "I'm thinking... 999 trillion, 999 million, 999 thousand, 999 hundred 99. That's the biggest i can think of."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;alyssa:"hmm.."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then, as we layed my leg between hers and her between mine head to toe, I touched her ear with my toe, then she started trying to put her feet in my face, then out of nowhere, we had an all out tickle fight, attempting to touch eachother and tickle with our feet. "MY STOMACH!!" haha&amp;amp;hearts;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anyway, we're awesome. I hate when people don't go through with plans.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:19153</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-02-28T15:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T20:41:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T20:41:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, I think I'm going to use this one still. I dont know. Probably. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my lip piercing.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:18713</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-02-24T10:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T15:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-24T15:20:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I made a new journal. Add it: &lt;b&gt;ravenmurderface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:18367</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-02-22T10:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T15:30:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T15:30:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Really worked up. Making too many entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confict is over. I just thought I'd get that off my chest. I don't want to talk to you. Don't blame others just try to realize your faults for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hangout with people I never really do or have. I need more good friends. Really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:17673</id>
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    <title>whoaaaaa you fucked up.</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T15:08:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T20:27:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;go ahead pitty ur self while no one cares.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Last&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Straw&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt; Any ways&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have seen my main &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;flaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I've &lt;strong&gt;delt&lt;/strong&gt; with it for many days&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Time to &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;leave&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and I can't wait&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe Naive&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but your &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mandate&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You'll never expect it&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unseen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;go and split&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope&lt;/em&gt;ful routine&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dear tall bird...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;decetful pile of bones&lt;br&gt;taking different tones&lt;br&gt;pissing on a good friend&lt;br&gt;and then smiling at those who pretend&lt;br&gt;wait and see you'll have no one &lt;br&gt;when u need to fall upon'em &lt;br&gt;making up problems&lt;br&gt;so she'll help solve them&lt;br&gt;it's over soon hun&lt;br&gt;she's close to done.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you bitch. stop being a fuck up&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;go ahead make shit up again thats okay with me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do appriciate it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you sad girl ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but thats you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one who lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;selfishly thinks of yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i applaud u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To everyone else. This is the writing of a so called friend of mine, yes, all about me. Oh you're right, why did I ever doubt you? Quit the fucking lies &amp;amp; pitying yourelf.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:concious_lies:17399</id>
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    <title>concious_lies @ 2005-02-21T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T02:04:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T15:06:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today Casey, Carlos, Jessica, Alyssa &amp; I went to New Symerna Beach.. I got extremely burnt. It was nice to get out and spend the day with friends. Alyssa got chased by a flock of seagulls. Highlight of my day. I love my best friend &amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is beginning to grow on me really bad. It scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really betrayed, but it's not the first time. I meant it when I said I'd keep my mouth shut from now on. You'd tune me out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;smile like you mean it&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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