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  <title>Welcome to my thoughts</title>
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    <name>Stacey</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ezlyentertained:60008</id>
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    <title>Just one of those days...</title>
    <published>2007-01-26T12:23:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-26T12:23:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;So, it's definitly been a while, but I have so much to say and I need an outlet, so where better to go than Live Journal... where no one really reads what you post and no one cares that you're having a crappy day and the people that matter the most dont know I have an account so, they cant read this, but it will feel good to vent and post and let it go.... maybe I'll let it go, thats no promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam... I love him, to death... with all my heart. Bless him... I think he'd be lost without me. He depends on me so much, and I do depend on him too...but for totally different reasons, but lately things have been coming to head... emotionally with me anyways. &lt;br /&gt;I've struggled through the better half of a year now pretending he doesnt mean as much as what he does to me and now I just cant take it. I've watched him try to sweet talk my bestfriend... sleep with my best friend... hook up with other girls who come and go and come and go... none lasting longer and a month. But I'm still here.. I'm still by his side... I wake up next to him in the mornings and I take care of him when he lets me, because he's stubborn, but he likes it when I look after him and keep him on track (though he'll never admit it... but I know him too well to be fooled, it's his eyes... they give him away everytime). I listen to him when he needs me to, I give him advice when he needs assurance, I listen to him talk about his disgusting conquests, I massage his back when he's had a long day and he's so sore he cant stand it, I cover his ass when he's broke, and I put my heart and soul into our friendship and somewhere along the way... I've fallen.&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels, falling down the steepest fucking hill you can imagine. I can totally understand why people say that yoo like someone for their good qualities, but you love someone for their defects. It's so true. I love everything Adam is, but it's who he isnt that I love so much more. I dont know it that makes since, but I understand it.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way about anyone before and I'm so scared to tell him how I feel, but I've decided that I need all the confidence I can get so, I'm going to get completely shit faced and then talk to him... lol. Cause false confidence from Vodka can work wonders. &lt;br /&gt;Adam has become my bestfriend. Without a doubt the one guy that I've ever been this close to, but the fear of ruining what we now have inhibits me from talking to him. There's nothing I love more than falling alseep in Adam's arms... waking up right beside him and as he begins to get ready for work I continue to lay in bed until I just cant lay there anymore. I get up, have my morning cigarette and watch him run around with his belt undone...his shirt not buttoned all the way up and its untucked and his tie loosely hanging from his neck. So cute... And for an instant this morning, I could picture it all. Everything, me and him... waking up to fix his coffee, having a cup with him before he leaves for work, cleaning house when he leaves and then I go to work, come home, fix dinner and talk about our days. And then start all over again. I could picture it and it worked... I felt comfortable with what I saw. When I'm with Adam, I have this strong urge to take care of him. I just wish I could explain things better, but you cant really explain what Adam and I have. It's so... out there... no one understands it, not even me, but it works for us. &lt;br /&gt;I've come to depend on Adam to be there for me. He's my rock... he's my fortress... he's everything. But everything else would mean nothing without him and realizing that scares me... because I've never felt like I've needed or wanted someone this bad. I can read him like and book, as can he with me, and we work well together. And if I have to watch him go through one more shitty relationship I'm gonna scream. As it is right now, I just want to shake him and wake him up and make him realize... I'm here. Right here, willing to give him my all... But I dont know if I want to be that vulnerable... &lt;br /&gt;Talking to Adam and putting this on the table will force us to pull our friend/relationship out of the air and down on the table to be labeled... and labels arent always good. I'm scared to death for two reasons:   &lt;br /&gt;1) I dont want to ruin what we do have and I dont want things to become awkward between us...&lt;br /&gt;                          AND&lt;br /&gt;2)I dont want to be hanging out on a limb expecting him to catch me... yet he's not there and I just keep falling. I dont feel like picking up the pieces of my heart off his hardwood floors. &lt;br /&gt;I'm actually kinda tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve. I've tried numerous times to rip it off and put it in my pocket, but it never works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how excited he gets when something good for The Family happens, or watching the sparkle in his eye when The Family's planning the next big party at Beat the Box or Park Ave. Saloon. He gets so serious when there's something on his mind. There's a softness in his face and depth in his eyes when he turns to me and says " Baby, you're my bestfriend, ya know that? I mean it Momma." I love how he'll get so excited and he'll do his own little run in place/dance kind of thing. Every week he gets fed up with someone or something... yet he never keeps a grudge and everything's always better after a couple of days. He'll be telling a story and when he gets to the good part, he repaeats himself... and just laughs... like he hasnt a care in the world. And when he laughs, I mean really laughs, his whole face lights up and he looks like a little kid in a candy store about to go crazy. Adam gets so sad thinking about the future... cause he really cares about all of us and he knows that when we all go our separate ways, that'll be the end... thats when he looks like he just got an ice cream cone and after the first good lick it toppled off the cone onto the floor. His face looks so shattered... so pained. He really cares and thats really rare. He wants everyone to reach their full potential... and not waste away being mediocre. He wants us all to go above and beyond. He's not looking out for just him... He snores when he sleeps... He's an actor at the JCC, he's currently working on a movie with a ghost writer... He stresses out and gets tense and that fucks up his already fucked up back, He gives and gives and gives and expects so little in return, especially from The Family. He'd give the shirt off his back for any one of the members in The Family and we're all greatful and maybe even a little unappreciative of having someone as loyal as Adam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's not all good... definitly not, but his past doesnt matter to me because its his past and it happened before we even met, he's been doing so good lately about keeping on track... I help him and Vee helps him. But it was relieving for him to get out of the rut he was in after he sold his business.. now he's got another job doing what he loves and everything is good for him. I'm really happy for him... but I want to make him happy... and it all starts with a single step that I have to take on my own, no one can push me or talk me into it, I have to be ready and hopefully after a few Sex on The Beaches and Tequila Sunrises... I can do just that. Hopefully.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2006-08-15T09:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T13:55:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T13:55:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Nothings changed, I kinda enjoy Livejournal, more than myspace for this simple fact that you get to write, and people read. Myspace is about messaging with blogs nobody ever reads. At least on here, you know it's gonna be read. Well, by at least one person. I dunno. I've chose not to keep up with livejournal for some reason. I dunno why. Mainly I forget and it's tied to people I don't really see anymore. So whats the point of it? Wierd the observations one makes while rambling on here. I think I may make an effort to kinda keep this up. I dunno. Guess we'll see.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Waiting around</title>
    <published>2006-07-14T21:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-14T21:39:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;After two and a half years of calming waiting and determination. I finally got what I want. And he's so intelligent that it just amazes me.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2006-07-08T05:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T09:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T09:07:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt; There has to be more to life than this. Parties, drinking, drugs, smoking, sex and rock n roll. God knows I've done it all and while it's luster has slowly faded, I'm left with this feeling of wanting more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I moved to Florida. &lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Guess who's back....</title>
    <published>2006-04-18T17:39:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-18T17:39:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cold - Stupid Girl remix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt; Wow, haven't been here in a while. I use to be addicted to this stuff, now look at me. Anyways! Hope everyone is having fun and missing me terribly. I'm on Spring Break right now and havin a good time up in the big TN. I'm missing my Jules awfully bad. Anyhoo guys, I miss you all like crazy, but MGM is working out, so it's not all bad. I'm hopin I can come visit soon. Look for me! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is patiently awaiting heartbreak. &lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable. Yet here I am willing it to happen...&lt;br /&gt;Can that really be love? &lt;br /&gt;There just has to be more. &lt;br /&gt;Has to be.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Never Again</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T21:07:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T21:07:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Never put people on a pedestal because you'll always be disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;Totally sad, but totally true.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2006-02-27T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T05:11:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T05:11:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so long time no update or anything. For real. Life's still happening and I really don't think it's gonna change. So, I'm guessing that all you can do is go with the flow. It's been working for me. I miss everyone at ASMS, for sure. Hopefully I can come visit soon. Call me guys, my number has changed. . . (new phone! Razr!) &amp;lt;---- which means it came with a new number unfortunatly... 251 - 472 - 5141. I'm currently in the big F. L. kickin it with my friend Casey. Fun, fun, fun. Hope to hear from you guys!&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-12-10T20:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T02:49:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T02:49:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for Prince Charming to make his move can be very disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to wait or make a move of your own?&lt;br /&gt;Now that's the question.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-11-26T09:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-26T15:37:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm beginning to really like my little mood bubble guy thing. He's cute.</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-11-26T09:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-26T15:35:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-26T15:36:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I watched House of Wax and The Skeleton Key. Both really crazy movies, though good in the end. &lt;br /&gt;Am going to watch Harry Potter today with my dad, before he leaves to go back to Tennnessee. I can't wait.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-11-23T19:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-24T01:26:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-24T01:28:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;All's well that ends well. . . or at least I think that is how the saying is supposed to go. I don't know. In my case, things NEVER end, so let the bad times roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life in Dullsville is just that, dull. &lt;br /&gt;I miss you all out there in we-have-lives-land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently in love with books. Nice escape for when I get home from high school hell.&lt;br /&gt;Have also taken up drawing, not too good right now, but with persistence(that I don't have)it will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how they always seem to get the upper-hand, but I am determined to regain it. Because without it I am. . .me, without the upper-hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a possibly happier note, I'm talking to Michael, the guy I would have been dating had it not been for ASMS. &lt;br /&gt;Seems that place it the cause of all my problems(according to my parents(but what would they know?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked up to Michael and told him to tell me that he loved me. With skepticism, he did and I pulled out a large bag of Reese's Pieces from my purse. His eye were bigger than a kid let loose in a toy store. I asked him how much he loved me. With more skepticism, he said a lot and I pulled out a big bag of Twizzlers. Michael actually danced around with joy. Then I told him that I was firmly sticking to the theory that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, then proceeded to ask what we were doing this weekend. It was very funny. We both laughed and then he asked me to come over after school. How sweet. I beat him 4 times at Nascar racing and he asked me to leave. . .just kidding, but I did beat him and then he didn't want to play anymore. Damn male pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to watch Batman Begins, again.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-10-27T03:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T07:16:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T07:16:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Twitch continues to annoy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to go crazy, very. . .very shortly.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-10-27T02:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T07:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T07:14:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I could never do yoga and actually be good at it because it requires you to clear your mind. Well, I've been laying in bed for the past hour or so trying to do just that so that I could fall asleep, but it occurred to me that I couldn't stop thinking in my mind to clear my head. I was thinking of clearing my head, then my thoughts wondered on how one successfully clears their mind because obviously it wasn't working for me. Then I realized I had the most annoying twitch in the back of my inner thigh. Like it's just this one solitary spot that continues to twitch, which of course, drew my thoughts to how to get it to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my ultimate reason for posting is to figure out two things: &lt;br /&gt;1)How to successfully clear one's mind&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2)How to STOP the annoying twitch in my thigh.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>What went wrong?</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T04:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T04:39:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>N'sync and Brittney Spears . . .</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I'm listening to N'sync and Brittney Spears. The use to be good stuff before it turned gay. Where did I got wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that I have watched more movies in the past week than in my ENTIRE life. . . . my life has turned pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-10-25T21:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T02:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T02:43:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Maw-maw likes to sight-see when she drives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of times we entered the lane of opposite flowing traffic: 5&lt;br /&gt;# of times we swerved back to the road from the shoulder: 4&lt;br /&gt;# of people that probably thought she was drunk: 50&lt;br /&gt;# of times we could have died: Too many&lt;br /&gt; (though at this point in my life, dieing doesn't seem so bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elderly people's licenses should be taken away.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-10-24T17:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-24T23:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-24T23:41:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Phantom of the Opera</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Just when I straighten things out with my mother and everything, more bad shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;And in light of recent events(ever since I was suspended) all I've done is sleep, eat, watch movies and think of all the work I could be doing. So, basically it's just like being back at ASMS, except I don't have to wake up every morning before my first class and think of a new excuse, other than cramps, to get excused from my classes for the day. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a writer. When you think about it, if you write a book about events that have happened in your life then I'm sure it would be a very interesting book. I KNOW events from my life would make for some interesting reading because quite frankly I've been through and done A LOT of shit. Good, bad, stupid, and very bold things. So, when and if you ever see a book by me, read it and then you will know the real me and not what you all think you know about me. I keep writing stories of things that I make up, but every time it always comes back to something I've done or that has happened to me. So, I've said 'fuck it' and have began writing from the first night I met Brian. All real events and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, you know, because my mom blames ASMS for changing me. She told me while we were arguing that she doesn't know who I am and that she regrets ever sending me to ASMS because she doesn't know what happened, but I'm a totally different person and that she doesn't know how or why it happened, but she doesn't like the change. Well, I see it differently because I like that change. I like the person I became while staying there because although she can't see it, it is a good change in more ways than one. It's the change from being back at MGM that she doesn't like because all I do on the weekends is go to party after party and crash where ever we lay and then get up, go home, shower, change clothes and do it all over again the next night. Getting involved with pot, beer, cocaine, and pills is what has fucked me over. And there's no one to blame, but myself. My mom doesn't want me hanging out with Caitlin and Anna because she feels they are to blame. She's looking for anyone, but me to put the full blame on and she's wrong. So wrong. I know what I do and whether it is good or bad and I make the choice of whether or not I do it. Yet, she still looks for other people to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that as soon as ALL of this is over and done with that I'm going to move. Either to Tennessee with my Dad, or to Florida with my mom. I think that it's best to move away from what I am use to. Because if I stay in Mobile, then I will continue to hang around those I should even if I say I wont. Because what did I do Saturday after all this happened? After I told my mom that I would leave them all alone and find new friends? I snuck out Saturday night and went to Lee's Birthday/Keg party. I don't care. I really don't and I think that deep down all I want is to be caught. Yup, that's right, I want to be caught. For once, I just want to get into trouble and get grounded and stay grounded instead of somehow always weaseling my way out of it and just going right back to what I was doing before. But whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(**sigh**) Time to do. . . . something.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-10-12T17:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T22:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-12T22:06:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I've really fucked up this time guys. Really. I'm being kicked out and I don't know where I'm gonna go. I've fucked up big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's NO way of fixing it.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ezlyentertained:55637</id>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-10-03T20:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T01:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T01:05:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;No exaggeration here.&lt;br /&gt;My life could be seriously over. . . soon.&lt;br /&gt;I will be just another statistic on teens and how badly they fuck up.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ezlyentertained:55360</id>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-09-29T16:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T21:21:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-29T21:21:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I went rollin last night!!!&lt;br /&gt;We got James Bradely, Brittany and Kayla, Dickey, Stephany Few and Aaron Smith!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna go get Danny, Caitlin, and Kyle tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surran wrappped Dickey's car! And wrote GAY PRIDE on his windshield. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man it was great.&lt;br /&gt;Good times, Good times.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-09-24T21:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T02:39:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T02:39:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Went to badass party at Anna's.&lt;br /&gt;Met a lot of new people.&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Threw up. &lt;br /&gt;Drank some more.&lt;br /&gt;Party moved to Brock's.&lt;br /&gt;Drank with Joey and Piper.&lt;br /&gt;Smoked with Piper and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;Drove to party in Lucedale.&lt;br /&gt;Walked into a door.(ouch, my nose!)&lt;br /&gt;Had two beers.&lt;br /&gt;Threw up.&lt;br /&gt;Drank water.&lt;br /&gt;Drove back to Semmes with Anna and Caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;Passed out.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a buzz instead of a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's partyin right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other party highlights:&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, Ashley and Shelby got pushed in nasty algea infested pool.&lt;br /&gt;Booker jumped in algea infested pool butt ass naked.&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and Ashley striped down in pool. &lt;br /&gt;Ashley lost her bra.&lt;br /&gt;Morgan puked her brains out.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin fell out of Brock's front door.&lt;br /&gt;Anna flung Pepsi bottle into Piper's nose.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin got in a cat fight with Sharon Dickson(HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Landlord in lucedale bitched Mrs. Ginger and Angel out because of noise.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and Daniel beat the fuck out of Larry.&lt;br /&gt;I kneed Josh in the nuts for past events.(It felt good!)&lt;br /&gt;. . . .I can't remember anything else. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-09-20T20:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T01:59:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-21T01:59:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Breaking Benjamin - Breakdown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;When and why did life become so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there's more to it than I think, but I just don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(**Needs Help**)&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-09-19T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T02:49:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T02:50:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The rotating fan behind me blowing my hair and paper</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago, hoping to find true love along the broken road... well, it still aint happened yet! So I'll just keep moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously though. I have an awful disease that makes me feel powerless and unworthy. Well, maybe not unworthy, but definitely without will-power. I have no motivation and no drive. I am wondering aimlessly and skipping school. All ability to care is gone. I've yet to find the name of this disease and the cure, but I'll be keeping you informed. If you find it out first, let me know. I need the cure. &lt;br /&gt;What can cause such a disastrous thing to happen? I don't know either. It just happened one day and hasn't went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends just aren't long enough and these damned hurricanes are taking away our Teacher work days and shortening our holidays. This isn't right. Though I do hope that Rita will shift and come close enough this way so that we wont have school for a couple of days. That would be nice. I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to write all the time. It use to mean something too, but now, I just write what I'm thinking and it has no meaning, it's just thoughts crammed on a piece of paper with no relevancy to what I'm probably doing at the time. When did my old passions become un-fun? You'd think that now that I'm full of thoughts writing would come more easily, but it doesn't. It's just harder to get one thought out at one time. That's why I have a notebook full of starred thoughts. So that I can go back through and reread them and see if they make any sense what-so-ever to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that Mark is a useless piece of shit. Will not be talking to Mark, ANY time soon. Until his arrogant ways change he will find himself a very lonely, arrogant, useless, piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;(Am feeling better already. . .)&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>What's the point?</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T00:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-19T00:26:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coldplay - Yellow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;So I skipped school Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I left at 11:20 on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in going tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I think about traveling the 8 hours to my Dad's in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;When I pull up to the light at Howells Ferry and Hwy 98, I always consider for a moment taking a right and heading for the interstate and bolting towards Montgomery and straight up to Tennessee. But I always end up taking a left and either going to school or passing it up going to Lucedale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I could graduate. I really could. I'm just too lazy to do the work. I've just given up all will to care. Lets see how that works out. &lt;br /&gt;Hmhmhm.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-09-15T21:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-16T02:21:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-16T02:21:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Papa Roach - Take me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Well, a lot of bloody help he was. Argh! I don't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with someone. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone and I don't want to be here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be out there, in the real world, making it on my own. (But not alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, this is all too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;(**sigh**)&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezlyentertained @ 2005-09-15T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-16T01:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-16T01:37:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cold - Happens all the time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I really want to quit school. I'm tired of sitting in classes with sorry excuses for teachers looking for reasons not to teach and not learning a damn thing. I want to go get my GED and go to college. I'm ready to be on my own. I want to be on my own. People make it out there all the time and I'm no different, I can make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to my dad.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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