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    <title>polonium @ 2001-10-11T18:58:00</title>
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    <content type="html">I can't read this guy at all! So today I had a doctors appointment and got back at school for lunch. Oh, by the way, this guys name is Drew. But anyways, there is this girl that used to be one of my really good friends and she likes Drew too. So Since Drew and I hang out all the time, shes quite jealous. She blows everything out of proportion and has all these little excuses why she is a bitch. So at lunch she is giving me all these evil looks and stuff while Drew is helping my study for my spanish test (Which I bombed), and I have done nothing to her. Gosh I want to hang this girl by her neck on the flag pole. I have done nothing to this girl...N-O-T-H-I-N-G and she thinks she has the right to walk aruond and be sour and a little brat. So Drew is on the J.V football (but plays varsity too) and so they had a game after school and they were waiting for the buses so this girl, Lindzy, and I went to go talk to Drew and these guys start throwing rocks at me. Did I do anything??? Noooooo! And they think its funny. SO that pisses me off and Drew's friends called me his slut-prostitute today. It just pisses me off how people don't take the time to get to know me. I am such a misunderstood child. But who cares what people really think, ya know? Anyways, I think I'll go...I'm runnning outta stuff to talk about. So I'll go. Oh and if anyone has advice on how to get Drew to like me, please tell me</content>
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    <title>polonium @ 2001-10-10T16:37:00</title>
    <published>2001-10-10T20:57:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Well, seeming this is the first ever entry I have written I'll tell you about whats going on in my ever so complicated life. Our homecoming dance was last Saturday and I decided I was going to go about an hour before the thing started (I had 2nd row tickets to a concert and it was postponed 'til April). I was asked by liek 2 people and I turned them down and when they saw that I showed, they were pissed. But anyways, so I go out to eat with my friends at Waffle House and then get to the dance at the time it started. Now, lemme give you some background info on me before I go into this...dances + me = disaster. I hate dances, they are a lame excuse for people to rub up against each other and jump up and down to music that blows. So anyways, I get to the dancing think this is gonna blow and my friends ditch me and so I go find some of my older friends and I end up hanging out with this guy named Wes. And the for the last 2 hours him and I hang out. I don't even think he knows my name so and he hsn't come and found me so obviously I was a toy or a one night intrest. But I ended up having a good time. OMG! Me?? Having a good time? Isn't that not allowed or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, this week has been intersting. This boy that I like has been talking to me an awful lot, like at lunch and stuff and I am having a hard time reading him. Normally I can figure out what a guy thinks about me after awhile and now I have no clue what he thinks about me. He's a year older than me and normally I wouldn't expect someone of his social status to talk to someone of mine. But here we are. So anyways, he's really mean and sarcastic to me, but I handle it really well. Normally I would just say "screw you" and qwalk away. He tells me I'm fun. We talked on the phone for 3 hours last night about nothing really. It was kinda nice. I sorta bashed him whenI went into all my past realtionships and stuff and I still feel bad when I think about it. I must have apologized 1 million times. I told him I was going to hell, and he told me that if I went to hell he wouild rather be with me than go to heaven. I can't read hiom at all. Well,I have a doctors apointment and my mom thinks I have Mono, but I'll add mroe later!</content>
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