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  <title>Briana</title>
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    <name>Briana</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-24T23:59:29Z</updated>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-03-23T06:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-24T23:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-24T23:59:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm on a new health kick. I go through these phases where I&amp;nbsp;start working out like crazy and eating amazing foods-- they never last. Wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new car last weekend.. 2009 Black Altima, it really is amazing, and I'm going to brag because I've earned it. You all really should google the features of this car. There's no place to stick a key into the ignition. The car starts and stops by a button next to the steering wheel. It detects that the key is in the car, and it turns on when you press the button. And it drives like a dream, which is a big deal for me to say because if you know me, you know I HATE driving.. It's boring and stressful, and cars don't impress me ever. But this one does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have a nice little caffine buzz going since I'm on my 6th cup of green tea. Falling asleep tonight won't be easy.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-03-03T18:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T23:27:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-04T22:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;have a real journal, but I&amp;nbsp;want to write in this one because I&amp;nbsp;need to feel the sense that someone is listening. I just want to be open so no one will have any more room to talk. I feel like this world just isn't big enough for me. How far away do I need to to travel to get away? If I&amp;nbsp;could leave Florida without paying out of state tuition, I'd be half way to the other side of U.S. by now. I'm just amazed by how much changes in a year. I&amp;nbsp;had a lot to write about before I actually started writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just need someone to take a vacation with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Life goes on.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-02-17T12:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T17:16:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T17:17:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm on an antibiotic for a UTI right&amp;nbsp;now (I'm fucking prone, I&amp;nbsp;get them all the time.) Anyway, I've never been on this stuff before, and ever since I've started it I've been coughing uncontrollably, and it's not like I'm coughing anything up, I'm not congested, I'm just coughing like crazy. It's been going on for 3 days, and as I'm sure you can all imagine after 3 days of straight coughing, my chest, lungs, &amp;amp; throat are KILLING me. I&amp;nbsp;have a copy of &amp;quot;The Pill Book&amp;quot; in my apartment, which basically gives you all you need to know about any antibiotic in the world, so out of pure curiosity I&amp;nbsp;decided to look up what I was on... Turns out, side effects in &amp;quot;rare&amp;quot; cases include LUNG DISEASE! caused by persistant coughing, chills, and fever. HI, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I can't even move right now because my chest hurts too bad from coughing so much, and I'm not kidding when I&amp;nbsp;say I'm coughing a lot. I coughed for 2 hours straight just this morning. 6:30 a.m. until almost 9. This is not a cold, my nose isn't stuffy, I'm not sneezing, I'm not congested, I'm just coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I&amp;nbsp;also googled the antibiotics I'm on, and read peoples experiences with it, and I can't even tell you how many forums I&amp;nbsp;read where people were saying that it should be taken off the market. Countless numbers of people have been rushed to ER and developed lung disease... Guess it's not so rare after all????&lt;/p&gt;The stuff is called Nitrofurantoin, if you're UTI prone like me, don't let them give you this shit unless you want to cough to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and I&amp;nbsp;had to walk out of class yesterday because my cough was a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life's good.. I came home last weekend for my sisters 9th birthday party. My mom and I&amp;nbsp;planned out an entire scavenger hunt for the kids, we were up all night drinking wine and writing clues. It was nice being home.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-02-08T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-09T02:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-09T02:37:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;keep making cups of tea &amp;amp; forgetting about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;also didn't get much sleep last night. I&amp;nbsp;live a complex full of sorority chicks and fraternity jerks who really like to do kegstands right next to my front door. I'd probably join them if I could&amp;nbsp;handle those types of people.. I&amp;nbsp;just don't really&amp;nbsp;understand&amp;nbsp;kids&amp;nbsp;who&amp;nbsp;need to ask&amp;nbsp;there parents pay $2000 a semester&amp;nbsp;in order for them to have friends. I&amp;nbsp;can go to the bar &amp;amp; drink as much as they do for nothing but a bar tab... but according to them,&amp;nbsp;me and every other non sorority human being is&amp;nbsp;still a &amp;quot;GDI,&amp;quot; so in other words,&amp;nbsp;we suck, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I cleaned the hell out of my apartment today,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; redecorated my bathroom. I did it all in black, silver/grey,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; white.. It's certainly been a productive Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruiser had a bad reaction to his boosters yesterday, but he's feeling much better now. Poor baby has to go back in 3 weeks for another set. I&amp;nbsp;feel so bad for my little cheeseball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ordering in sushi tonight, &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;it should be here any minute! Can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a mentioned how much I enjoy living on my own?</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-02-06T21:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T02:33:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T02:33:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm nauseous all the time.. &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;I'm not pregnant because I&amp;nbsp;haven't had sex in forever.. (kill&amp;nbsp;me.....)&amp;nbsp;But I&amp;nbsp;went to the doctor and she told me she had no idea what was wrong with me, and made me pay a $25 co pay for it. Someone explain this to me. I'm not kidding, you know that feeling when you haven't eaten in a while and you feel really sick, like you're going to throw up? Well I eat all the time and I constantly feel this way. 24 fucking 7. I eat really healthy, exercise consistently, and drink nothing but hot green tea and water.. which isn't an&amp;nbsp;abnormal diet for me because I've eaten this way my entire life. So it's not my diet, and I'm not pregnant. I&amp;nbsp;want an answer and one of you needs to give me one in T minus 2 seconds.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-02-03T19:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-04T00:20:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-04T00:26:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Animal Hospital thing didn't work out because I got a better job offer :) I'm working for a company called GI Associates. I&amp;nbsp;work as a front desk receptionist for a Gastroenterology Surgeon every morning, and on the days I don't have class, I&amp;nbsp;go straight from there to the GI Assosciates office building, where I&amp;nbsp;speak to different health insurance agencies to find out how much they will cover for each patient. I&amp;nbsp;love it, it's more in my field, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going well. I&amp;nbsp;love all of my professors and the campus here is a lot nicer than Valencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruiser's doing&amp;nbsp;great :) he's THE perfect animal. I'm taking him to get his boosters on Saturday, that should be lovely.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-01-22T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-23T01:03:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-23T01:03:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Let's see.. I&amp;nbsp;got a job today at another Animal Hospital, and I adopted a kitten from the shelter a few days ago. My complex doesn't allow pets so it's pretty top secret. But&amp;nbsp;thanks&amp;nbsp;to him,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;finally have a man to snuggle with again; he goes by the name of Bruiser, and he has long orange hair, and a cold nose. The best part of all is that he feels the need to be next to me constantly. He's pretty needy, but it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are going great, and I started working out every morning like I used to, so I feel a lot better. I'm still not &amp;quot;okay,&amp;quot; though. I'm a bit of a mess, but I chose this mess for myself,&amp;nbsp;so I&amp;nbsp;guess&amp;nbsp;it's my fault that it's too late to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish things would have gone differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I&amp;nbsp;looked online for churches here, and found a few that sound similiar to how my dad's is (casual, paise songs rather than hymns, etc..) I'm guna start checking them out until I&amp;nbsp;find one that feels right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still miss him, though.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-01-19T14:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-19T19:39:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-19T19:39:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;miss him.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2009-01-06T13:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-06T19:00:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-06T19:00:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been in Tallahassee for a week... When I first got here, my apartment was&amp;nbsp;not what I&amp;nbsp;expected.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was miserable. But after&amp;nbsp;browsing every clearance rack in Tallahassee's Target, Walmart, Pier 1, and Kohls, I can finally call it home.. I've also realized&amp;nbsp;what an amazing interior decorator I&amp;nbsp;am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start tomorrow, &amp;amp; I&amp;nbsp;just spent $400 on my textbooks, which sucks, but it's less than what I spent when I was going to Valencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;really miss working at the Animal Hospital in Longwood, I&amp;nbsp;miss the girls I&amp;nbsp;worked with.. But I&amp;nbsp;know that I'll find something here that will make me just as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;know that I'm doing the right thing for myself, but I can't help missing the ones I&amp;nbsp;love.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-12-29T09:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-29T14:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T15:06:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm moving to Tallahassee today and I&amp;nbsp;have no idea how I&amp;nbsp;ended up here. This time last year, I&amp;nbsp;was waiting impatiently for my&amp;nbsp;fiance' to get out of boot camp. I&amp;nbsp;had plans to drop everything familiar to me to move states away to be with him, &amp;amp; now I'm moving away alone. I don't know what I did to get me here &amp;amp; why everything got so messed up. It's weird how things change. I&amp;nbsp;miss that love, &amp;amp; all I can do is pray.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-09-15T10:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-15T16:13:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T16:20:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;got into a car accident last night.&lt;br /&gt;the SUV in front me of stopped fast and I&amp;nbsp;hit it going 50.. I ended up going under the car in front me.&amp;nbsp;My airbag didn't go off, which is bullshit.. so I slammed my face into the steering wheel. My nose is really messed up, I&amp;nbsp;had to walk across 436 bleeding all over the place since I was all the way in the left hand lane and had to get out of the road..... I went to the hospital and they gave me all of these x rays and pain killers. I&amp;nbsp;don't believe in taking&amp;nbsp;pills so I'm having a really hard time with that. Nothing hurt last night except for my nose, but when I woke up this morning every muscle in my body was aching. My car was scattered all over 436 and just about&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;under my hood&amp;nbsp;got pushed up onto&amp;nbsp;my smashed windshield.&amp;nbsp;Everyone keeps telling me I would have died if I didn't have my seatbelt on &amp;amp; that's the last thing I need to hear. I&amp;nbsp;was really proud of the fact that I had&amp;nbsp;never been in an accident or had a ticket in my 4 years of driving, so that's shot to hell. I'm upset about my insurance going up, and the ticket I&amp;nbsp;just got, the 4 points on my license, and the fact that I can't eat anything because everytime I chew, my nose throbs even harder. I'm car-less, and most likely jobless considering I kind of need my back to be functionable in order to do my job. I'm thankful for Aly and for the fact that she's transporting me to class.. I'm thankful for my parents and Andrew for offering me his car.. and for the fact that no one in the other car was hurt.. I'm also thankful that my parents used to pound the importance of a seatbelt into my head everyday when I was younger.. I'm thankful that I&amp;nbsp;have Progressive Auto Insurance&amp;nbsp;because they're going to make a rent-a-car available for me as soon as possible, and for the fact that insurance is covering all of my ER&amp;nbsp;bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you to my parents, my best friend Aly, Andrew for staying with me in the hospital, and Progressive Auto Insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP: Little Blue&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of Little Blue, I&amp;nbsp;honestly feel&amp;nbsp;a sense of loss. I'll get a new car when I&amp;nbsp;get the money back from my car being totaled, but I feel like I&amp;nbsp;could get the nicest car in the world and it still wouldn't compare to my Honda. It's silly how attatched I&amp;nbsp;get to inanimate objects. Little Blue &amp;amp; I went through a lot together.. I've made a lot of long distance trips, had a lot of Coffee Coolatas spilled on the floor, and had a lot of silly conversations. Little Blue and I spent 4 long years together, he got me through high school and through my first year of college.. He drove me to Jacksonville, Tallahassee, and Pensacola on countless occasions. I&amp;nbsp;was faithful to him when it came to maitenance and oil changes. I&amp;nbsp;never spoke a negative word about him. He's never let me down, except for this&amp;nbsp;one time when the&amp;nbsp;battery died, but that was partly my fault..&amp;nbsp;I've told many people that the reason I'm so good with the upkeep is because I&amp;nbsp;have all intentions of keeping him until he can't run anymore. I couldn't have asked for a better first car. I&amp;nbsp;will miss you dearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;had to give into the pain&amp;nbsp;killers about an hour ago...&amp;nbsp;so forgive me for rambling.. I&amp;nbsp;just needed to vent because I&amp;nbsp;feel like I don't really have anyone to talk to about this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very happy, but I'm thankful I&amp;nbsp;had my seatbelt on because I&amp;nbsp;guess it could have been worse.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-08-29T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-29T23:32:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-29T23:32:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck my liiiiiiiiiife</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-07-17T08:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-17T13:30:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T13:30:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;some things are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil wayne's ridiculous &amp;amp; I don't care what any of you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for classes to start.. I'm so bored, I need routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-06-23T11:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T16:32:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T06:00:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something in the Way She Moves -Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't been writing in this because I've moved on to a real journal.. one with pages, one for only my eyes.. &amp;amp; the honesty is refreshing.. maybe I'll continue to update this periodically-- we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of reading Nights In Rodanthe.. I haven't read anything by Nicholas Sparks since my junior year of high school &amp;amp; it's making me feel romantic again.. I started using my library card because Borders is getting a bit pricey, &amp;amp; it doesn't combine well with my lack of job.. I've never been a fan of libraries, just because I like to keep books I've read &amp;amp; re-read them.. but the way I see it, I can always go out &amp;amp; buy them when I get my funds in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my man is coming home on Thursday for good.. I think things are going to make a lot more sense to me once he gets here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun last week.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-05-27T12:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T17:23:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T17:23:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;what's up?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-05-08T12:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T17:30:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T17:30:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, I woke up this morning &amp;amp; went to the gym.. had a sushi lunch with my mom, &amp;amp; now I'm heading over to Borders to check out a few new books for me to read.. I must admit, not having a job is&amp;nbsp;kind of nice.. I have an entire month to do whatever it is that I feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, I am going to get ridiculously drunk at my house.&lt;br /&gt;I may be in on this alone&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect a drunk entry.. I can already see where this night is headed.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-05-01T10:11:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T15:12:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-01T15:12:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;that baby don't look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahaahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;I don't love lil jon but I do right now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-04-29T10:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T15:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T15:54:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't like/trust a lot of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's such thing as a "bro chick."&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of people act a certain way to make themselves seem cool in front of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of people who I thought were&amp;nbsp;chill &amp;amp; real&lt;br /&gt;are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really love to keep seeing the good in everyone but sometimes I just need a day to dislike the world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that day is toooooday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I love Andrew</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-04-25T07:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-25T13:02:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-25T13:03:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;if you're smart, contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a face to face conversation with someone intelligent before I kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're, their, there&lt;br /&gt;to, too, two&lt;br /&gt;you're &amp;amp; your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the above words are different... with different meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone on my Myspace posted a bulletin that said&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"fukk da police, all dem niggas aint nothen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but cops go to school&lt;br /&gt;in order to become cops&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you couldn't even finish high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why people get mad at the cops for sending them to jail for stealing, or selling crack.. it's illegal, it's THEIR job. (not they're, or there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apostrophes exist too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so do commas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-04-24T11:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T16:25:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T16:25:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I honestly don't know if I can handle being here for another 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;I know that in relationships, you have to make sacrifices, but all I want to do is hop in my car with Andrew &amp;amp; drive to Altamonte to walk around the mall &amp;amp; go see a movie, I want to go fishing at the cove &amp;amp; catch a giant turtle &amp;amp; watch how mad he gets at it when it breaks his line, I wanna sing stupid songs to him in the car, &amp;amp; spend 2 hours at Blockbuster just to rent a movie that we won't even get 5 minutes into before giving into temptation.. I want to turn off our cell phones for the entire day just so we can enjoy eachothers company.. I want to eat at Cracker Barrel &amp;amp; order more food than we can eat... what am I doing here without him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend, I'm so proud of him, but I just want to be in Virginia.. I've seen him 5 times in the past 6 months, &amp;amp; I'm going crazy.. I'm sick of spending hours on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggggggggggggggggggggggggggh&lt;br /&gt;is it July yet? killlllllllll me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-04-22T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T02:34:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T02:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have exams this week, so that sucks.. but I'm siked that spring semester is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of college, this summer I'm going to be taking almost more classes than I can handle, I put in my two weeks notice at my job tonight so that I can focus on becoming a full time student.. I'll be at the&amp;nbsp;VCC 8-6:30 Monday-Thursday so I'm guna be stressin'.. But on the brightside, after this semester, I will have my AAS degree, &amp;amp; I will be on my way to Virginia to complete my Nursing school.. &amp;amp; to be with the man that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I could fast forward these few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting all of my tattoos removed.&lt;br /&gt;I had my first lazer appt last Wednesday.. can we discuss how bad that shit hurts? honestly, 485759825x worse than getting the actual tattoo.. totally worth it, though.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-04-02T12:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T17:36:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T17:36:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay, over the week I gather things I plan on writing about in my livejournal&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; then by the time I sit down in front of my computer&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; start making the entry I forget everything interesting I was going to say... dont you just hate that? probably not 'cause I'm sure it only happens to my ADHD ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, I didn't have my contacts in &amp;amp; I was trying to grab a hair tye out of my bathroom drawer, &amp;amp; I guess I didn't SEE the razor right next to my sparkly blue hair tye &amp;amp; when I went to grab it, I sliced my fingertip off.. so that was fun..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for anyone who hasn't seen "Two &amp;amp; a Half Men." because it's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; I forgot to tell you guys that I almost died the other day when I was at work.. this mexican guy who didn't speak a word of english came in, &amp;amp; tried speaking to me in spanish for 30 minutes.. &amp;amp; I know SOME spanish.. like the dirty words.. 'cause I mean.. who doesn't? anyway, so I got the jist of what he was saying.. &amp;amp; he grabbed my arm &amp;amp; started kissing &amp;amp; licking my hand &amp;amp; trying to figure out if anyone was in the back of the shop ('cause I work alone) anyway, finally after being sexually harrassed for a half hour, a man&amp;nbsp;came in to tan, &amp;amp; the second little mexi saw him walk in, he hawled ass out. so, that's my story, I had to talk to the cops about it 'cause we can't have mexi rapists running around town... probably the scariest thing that's ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how people on Myspace post surveys? well, there's this girl who posted one last night, and.. HAHAHAHA, okay, one of the quesitons was "Is Barbie a bad influence on young girls?" meaning, the fact that she has a perfect body &amp;amp; everything, because we all know how back in the day, they had that Barbie body image controversy, right? okay, well, this girl answers "no, but I think Barbie is a slut." of course, her grammer wasn't that good because she's a 15 year old gangsta bitch, but seriously? Barbie is a doll, Barbie does whatever you want her to do.. I just want to know why this girl is on my friends list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let me just let you all know how hard it is to type when you're missing your middle fingertip.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-03-26T12:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T17:15:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T17:19:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">alright, guys. &lt;br /&gt;so, do any of you actually study for tests? because everyones always saying "oh, I have to study, I have a test tomorrow," or "exams are coming up, I have to study!" but really... do any of you actually accomplish this talked about task? because sometimes I say I'm going home to study, with all intentions to actually study, &amp;amp; I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; most of the time, because of the fact that I didn't study, I don't do well on the test and/or exams. &lt;br /&gt;but I always pass my classes with A's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;it's gotten me a high school diploma, &amp;amp; 2 semesters of college completed so far.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm on the deans list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my story. &lt;br /&gt;I bomb my tests &amp;amp; I kick ass. &lt;br /&gt;how does this happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;but I'm just here to say that if any of you actually spend 758437582785729 hours studying, like you say you do. &lt;br /&gt;stop. &lt;br /&gt;because you can fail all of your tests and still get A's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I'm in love with Andrew Menter, Angelina Jolie, &amp;amp; Jessica Alba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyaaaaa.</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-03-21T09:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-21T14:26:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T14:26:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I don't want Andrew to leave again..&lt;br /&gt;I just want this semester to end so I can pack my shit &amp;amp; move to Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>briiiiiiana @ 2008-03-11T13:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T18:25:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T18:25:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night, Andrew &amp;amp; I were laying in bed watching TV.. &amp;amp; he left the room for a good 20 minutes, then he came through my bedroom door &amp;amp; told me to come into the bathroom.. &amp;amp; when I did, the lights were dimmed, there were candles, a card, milky way bars, a bottle of champagne, two glasses filled with mimosas, &amp;amp; a bubble bath waiting for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think "amazing" even begins to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful&amp;lt;3</content>
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