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  <title>le esperaré siempre</title>
  <subtitle>le esperaré siempre</subtitle>
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    <name>le esperaré siempre</name>
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  <updated>2006-01-19T04:35:10Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:102352</id>
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    <title>I hear Jesus speaks to those who listen...aparently I'm deaf.</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T04:35:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T04:35:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiveJournal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone? Am I even still anyone's friend on this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I? I'm alright...I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work. I tried ICC. Failed all my classes. Yeah, fuck all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving in May to Ar-kan-SAS. Going to Arkansas State in the fall. Gonna go live with my half-brother. Should be a very long awaited and much anticipated move and change for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need change. But I want to see some people I really haven't talked to in a while. And I guess you're all still on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply dropping in to say hello...now don't be a stranger ya'll</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:101658</id>
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    <title>wanted: more friends and things to do</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T06:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T06:26:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>amanda snoring</lj:music>
    <content type="html">being single isn't all that it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;i started hanging around this guy who came back from Iraq 4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;he's really awesome, and so are the rest of his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to broaden my horizons...i want to fill this want/lust blank with something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;suggestions?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:101595</id>
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    <title>wishful thinking and fruitless efforts</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T02:44:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-25T02:44:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i saw him. i turned my head at the right moment and there he was, with dan. i started to gasp for air, and stutter my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i followed them for what seemed like miles, close enough to see his face, far enough so i could remain unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally lose sight of them, and decide to take a smoke break, where i see dan walking towards me(alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want to talk to you. Ever. But only he said it in a more hateful way. dan didn't want to hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I had hoped for was crushed in a matter of seconds, more than that...words.&lt;br /&gt;I could live with this...but only if I could understand why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; that easy to forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish he could see how his decision affects me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart's torn into fucking pieces</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:101238</id>
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    <title>where are you?</title>
    <published>2005-08-24T04:46:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-24T04:46:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">please find me...just gravitate to me...i miss/need/want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i survived day one and two, now we'll see how i hold up through the week, and then the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do it.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;he is my celebrity. one whom you are amazed by and feel like you've known your entire life. but i actually have known my celebrity...for years...and more than that....i know him still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me..."&lt;br /&gt;was it?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:100985</id>
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    <title>hold my hand?           please?</title>
    <published>2005-08-21T21:31:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-21T21:34:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Swing-Rise Against</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's go time&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow....&lt;font size="1"&gt;will he notice me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for college....&lt;font size="1"&gt;will i survive this?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;it's about fucking time....i want to think i'm ready&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:100582</id>
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    <title>feelin lucky though i know i shouldn't</title>
    <published>2005-08-20T01:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T01:30:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>name that artist/song :}</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was nearly summer, we sat on your roof, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we smoked cigarettes and we stared at the moon, &lt;br /&gt;I showed you stars you never could see. &lt;br /&gt;It couldn't been that easy to forget about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time meant nothing, anything seemed real. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you kissed like fire and you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like every word you said was meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;It couldn't been that easy to forget about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, even the losers, get lucky sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;Baby, even the losers, keep a little bit of pride, they get lucky sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cars park on the overpass, rocks hit the water like broken glass. &lt;br /&gt;I shoulda known right then it was too good to last, &lt;br /&gt;God, it's such a drag to have to live in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, even the losers, get lucky sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;Even the losers, keep a little bit of pride, they get lucky sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:100314</id>
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    <title>This bites the big one.</title>
    <published>2005-08-16T21:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T02:16:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shes gonna fuckin be there....better get to work ashton....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is much, much to do</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:99867</id>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-08-12T23:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T04:21:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T04:21:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hidden in Plain View-Garden Statements</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i can't begin to explain how good it feels &lt;br /&gt;to not be forgotten.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:99639</id>
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    <title>school. work. and the life that awaits me.</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T06:42:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T06:42:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pay no attention...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i've waited so long to get to this point. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be no huge deal to anyone else, but this is going to be the rebirth of...well...me. i've isolated myself for so long from having friends, fun, and a life. that's why it seems as if everything is riding on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;there's just so much pressure that i've put on it. &lt;br /&gt;"this is going to be where you meet life long friends."&lt;br /&gt;"this is when you'll have some of the most fun you'll ever have."&lt;br /&gt;telling myself..."i'll actually start to have a life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even more than that, people whom I haven't spoken to in years, will be there. no biggie. but because of that i feel the need to prove that i'm an attractive, moral, kind, and awesome person-not the girl that people might have known me as.  though i know most people realize that people change and grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still scared as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've got the mother from "Carrie" in my head going....&lt;i&gt;"THEY'RE ALL GONNA LAUGH AT YOU!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:99428</id>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-03-27T19:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T01:34:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T01:34:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">going to green day????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, will u be there....we'll see, my dear,...we'll see.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:99267</id>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-03-25T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T23:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-25T23:20:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain&lt;br /&gt;I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means&lt;br /&gt;You kill me&lt;br /&gt;You've got some nerve&lt;br /&gt;But can't face your mistakes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know what I should do but I just can't turn away&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i unfortunately have you tattooed onto my brain&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:98912</id>
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    <title>it's just a bad, bad word for a good, good thing</title>
    <published>2005-03-18T02:29:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-18T02:29:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">deceit...true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do it oh so, so deviously</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:98815</id>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-03-15T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T02:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T02:48:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i never have enough time...or resources or freedom or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is never enough of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;kick it?&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;appointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;kick it&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every week the same damn things...i want to mix it up, have some fun, and break out of this monotonous routine&lt;br /&gt;                      but i fear that i have nothing but this to look forward to for the next four fucking years</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-02-11T18:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T00:28:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T00:28:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we made passionate love till the sun rose...no controlling behaviors, only...as cheesy as it seems....passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Fucking Great.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ash10:98204</id>
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    <title>face facts.</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T04:37:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T04:44:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I need to just face the fact that this guy isn't going to talk to me again. I should have known that it would just be one of those things. I suppose I wanted more, maybe? &lt;br /&gt;But I know that's not best right now, nor do I really want anything like that. I thought maybe it could be cool to have some new guy friends. Guess not. Well, not him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is filled with a lot of regret, and anger. A bit of both feelings towards my mother, and a lot of both towards myself. In a lot of ways, I wish that things hadn't changed for me, and that I was a freshman at Central again. I had lots of friends, something to do almost everynight, and there was always someone to lean on when I needed a good shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I find myself wanting to look up old numbers, and get in contact with those that I used to know. &lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, most of those people don't want to be in contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has gone on with their lives, myself included, but most don't seem to want to go back. No real reason to. &lt;br /&gt;I do though. &lt;br /&gt;I burned a lot of bridges in these past few years, and for that I'm sorry. I wish I had done things differently, yet I know that things are this way for a reason. I'm relatively happy with my life as of now, and love the ones that are still in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of mourning the past. (Not good Ashton, not good.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there...I miss you guys... you know who you all are. Remember...I'm still me...hope you know.</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-02-06T22:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T04:17:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T04:17:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the beginging of regret is the start of something i didn't want to get involved in. i wish i could do things differently, but for some reason, i don't think before i do....and its gotten me nothing but a boy ignoring my attempts to contact him. i guess it was one of those things...wish it hadn't been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all used to live on livejournal...go back to 2002-2003, and look at who all you used to be friends with...that'll make ya wonder.</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-02-06T00:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T06:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T06:37:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my neck kills. i could fall asleep right now if i could just stop thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could reach out..through all the bullshit, across to where good times lie and i was liked, and possibly loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times. in a way, i don't though...i'm different now, stronger, wiser now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad amanda is here, tried and true. and if you might want to talk to/see me...let me know. i need to reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, if I forgot to call you, I forgot again and yeah, i have an excuse, again. =)</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2005-02-03T20:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T02:22:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T02:22:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm sure of what i want to say now. i can finally speak and my eyes are open. i feel so fucking free. and this time it feels real and like maybe this time the feeling could last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is i hope it does because i can't be his everything, nor do i want to be. i want to be myself and talk to whoever the hell i want. this is a wonderful let down and well deserved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go and take my life back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin Finally.</content>
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    <title>remember?</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T01:33:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T01:35:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fractions of ourselves &lt;br /&gt;in pieces of people we used to be&lt;br /&gt;when longing for better days&lt;br /&gt;begins to fade&lt;br /&gt;              will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;will light still shine&lt;br /&gt;as brightly as it once did&lt;br /&gt;or will this facade pass on again?&lt;br /&gt;and whatever happened to being so lost&lt;br /&gt;lost and astrayed&lt;br /&gt;and it was real &lt;br /&gt;more than anything &lt;br /&gt;we needed to feel&lt;br /&gt;feel like living and&lt;br /&gt;having a reason to &lt;br /&gt;            carry on.&lt;br /&gt;But with starry eyes &lt;br /&gt;against darkened october skies&lt;br /&gt;your dreams are quickly washed away.</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2004-12-07T22:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T05:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T05:01:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>maps-yeah yeah yeahs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">as i was looking at journal entries gone by, i stop and think to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...everyones grown now. what the hell just happened?</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2004-08-26T21:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T02:59:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-07T02:38:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">18 in 3 days. I'm so happy it tickles my innerds. I no longer date that one certain someone. Single and ready to mingle. Most of you I haven't even seen since...well...a long time ago is when I've seen most of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored a lot. I have a vehicle, and I am mobile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone be my friend and "kick it" with me? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This damn thing is a waste of precious time.</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2004-06-05T17:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-06T00:34:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-06T00:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;'The time has come,' the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;'To talk of many things:&lt;br /&gt;Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,&lt;br /&gt;Of cabbages and kings,&lt;br /&gt;And why the sea is boiling hot,&lt;br /&gt;And whether pigs have wings...'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 in 2 months. i work at arby's with jon lady. im updating at amanda's because my computer is shitty. if anyone wants to hang out sometime let me know cuz its summer bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone talk to jeff fager anymore? &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could damnit. &lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Thats all. It's done.</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2003-10-13T18:40:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-13T23:51:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-16T00:43:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">September 27, 2003....Peoria Journal Star....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medication may explain EP crash -- Reckless homicide, DUI charges possible for Peoria woman who allegedly fled &lt;br /&gt;EAST PEORIA - A 47-year-old Peoria woman was driving while allegedly under the influence of prescription medication Thursday night when she ran a Peoria man's car off the road in East Peoria, causing his death, police said. &lt;br /&gt;Mary Dean Cappetta of 3902 Cathy Lane was charged Friday in Tazewell County court with possessing a controlled substance (medication) and likely will face reckless homicide and DUI charges in the death of Michael J. Thomason. &lt;br /&gt;Thomason, 34, was thrown from his car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about my mom. Obviously. But that is what has happened and why I haven't updated in a while. But we a have an excellent attorney so I can only pray that everything will be ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...went out with Donnie Diviney for almost 2 months. That was a mistake...wish I could get those 2 months back, oh well. Now, I think I might be dating, lets call him "an individual", but I'm not sure that its totally official...I really don't like being tied down. But he's changed a lot, and I like the person that he is. Plus he's fun and doesn't smother me. I like that. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a call...whoever....if ya wanna hear more from me...this will probably be the last entry for a few months. So lets make it happ'n capp'n!!</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2003-09-10T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-11T01:56:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-11T01:56:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lately I've begun to realize that I will never be fully content with my life...with any aspect of my life. maybe I'll start to feel better when I get back to Central. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my homies.</content>
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    <title>ash10 @ 2003-09-07T20:32:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-08T01:36:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Home, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I go to Greeley now.(1 of only 2 white females at the school)&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Donnie Diviney...very much in love.&lt;br /&gt;Things going for the most part well. &lt;br /&gt;Thats all...</content>
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