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  <updated>2005-01-11T04:46:56Z</updated>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2005-01-10T20:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T04:46:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am very excited for the embassy suites plan. i pray that it actually happens. it will be so much fun to hang out all night and not worry about BOYS! yeah yeah yeah! and eat fat food and watch girly movies with no things being blown up.  and makeup and nails....lets braid each others hair too. and wear cute PJs. YES! i hate my art. i have no inspiration and no time to get inspired. i wish it would snow a lot so i could go sledding. my hair is falling out. i burned a huge hunk of it off on tolo night while trying to crimp it. i need some rogaine for women. peace.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:driphotwaxonme:2582</id>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-12-26T17:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T01:51:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;hey. joanne's pretty hot. so is her sweater and her purse. i love christmas. i love lights, cookies, fat men dressed up in red fur suits, and greedy children (with beedy little eyes). JUST LIKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to a day of rampant consumerism. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. don't get too drunk. i love joanne. and you should too. unless you're a FREAK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;tori&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-12-08T18:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-09T02:58:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I haven't written anything in a long while because i was leading a boring life, and the only time i was inspired to write was when i was mad, and i don't want to be a cranky pants person in my journal.  And then, life just got so good and also so crazy that i didn't have time to write. What an insane social life i have now. ;) jk. I had the best weekend EVER EVER EVER and i don't know how im going to top it!  So, i asked a boy to tolo and he said yes, which was good because i probably would have gotten all depressed and just sat in my room all day and eaten food and grown into the goodyear blimp if he said no.  And then i finally finished all my community service hours, which is AMAZING because i no longer feel like a slave to the YMCA, and can go and volunteer when i feel like it instead of being forced to. and then, the best of all, Jingle bell bash, were i got to see gwen stefani, and avril lavigne!!!! Yes, i said avril lavigne. Get over it. i love her, and i bought a huge poster of her and put it right above my bed. that sounds sort of teenage boyish but i don't really care.  it was amazing and i lost my voice from singing.  plus i looked really hot.  YES! bye for now</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-10-19T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-20T02:51:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">BLAH! i have had a really bad day. i am defining day as a 24 hour period, because the other half was last night.  So i am coming home from work and i do a california stop and i get a ticket. That was hella cool, especailly the sirens and the flashlight in my face. i love cops with mustaches god they should just go eat a donought and not make teenage girls cry.  ARGH so yeah hopefully i can do teen court and not have to pay 101 freaking dollars.  then today i missed the bus and i had to drive all the way to my field trip and you know when you come in to a packed room with over a 100 people and they all turn and stare at you like you have a booger in your nose? yeah that was me. also so attendence lady saw me have a nervous breakdown i have not cried this much for forever. so of course this combined with all the other little bad things that are happening make me really grouchy which i also hate.  i need to do something fun. maybe i will meet a hot drug addicted youth while im at dennys youth center getting my court thing. HA. someone told me the new hat i bought makes me look like a stoner, so ill fit right in.</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-10-09T19:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T02:38:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">im really excited. joanne and bryce are coming to kidnap me. Though i suppose it doesn't really qualify as kidnapping if they call and warn me. whatever. i am ready for bucket loads of fun times 541065331416534!!! i wish it was christmas time so we could look at all the lights. Oh, does anyone have a baller hat...you know, some sports team emblem on a baseball hat, with a really flat bill? preferbly tags/sticker still on. i want to wear it for bling bling day. i went out in search for tacky necklaces today, and it took me forever to find them! ahhhh i just got yelled at for leaving the phone of the hook for 5 hours. they hate phone calls anyway, so why do they care? stupid. thats all for now. hopefully ill have some SWEET adventures to write about after tonite!</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-10-04T20:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T03:27:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">BOO! i want to go spend money. Ashley and i were talking about how whenver you have no money, you find all these cool things you want, and when you have a lot of money you can never find anything. i hate it. My head has been hurting constantly for like 3 days, so i feel all ugly and gross and Oscar the Grouchish. Well, the world sucks, but if it didnt we'd all fall off. Hmm. i finished my Art project in ART 1 sixth period. It made me feel really cool cuz all these little freshman boys came up and were like, that picture is SOOO good! I blushed.  Then Mr. Stockton got kind of mad because they weren't listening to him. Of course, then i felt bad. However, i think i want to be demoted to Art 1 so i can feel good about my art work for once. Plus, ill get hella boys. lol.</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-09-28T21:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T04:10:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">HOLY GAUCOMOLE! Today, i completed one of my goals for this year.  I got on the roof of Kamiak highschool. For some reason, the gate was left open, so i went up.  Now, i just have to complete my goal of stealing one of those golf cart things and driving around in it all day.  Then, i could die happy.  In other more sombering news, Joanne and I have yet to recieve an invite to homecoming. I can only assume that boys are at a loss of a creative way to ask us, and are simply reviewing the most romantic option.  However, Joanne and I are taking applications for dates.  You must include a picture so we can rate your hotness( after all, we don't want to be embarassed when our kids look at these pics 20 years from now) a cheesy pickup line, and the amount of money your are willing to spend on us.  If we don't find satisfactory male companions, we may be forced to upstage Kamiaks resident lesbians, and go together.  Nicole would make three, and possibly Ashley.  It might be a little to PG-13 for the Stormin Morman though, so we'll have to see.</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-09-26T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T03:56:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T03:56:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. I didn't know i had this many friends until they all came into Subway wanting my 10% dicount. Today I realized that im not as nice a person as i wish i was.  I was really tempted to write BITCH with the mustard on this one ladies sandwich. But, Subway is service with a smile. Oh..maybe thats McDonalds. but whatever. Also, i found someone 1000 times more annoying than Kacie Lind. Yes, i too thought it was humanley impossible, but she lives. If you ever enter Subway, look for the sad, pathetic 23 year old, who is female yet is growing a mustache. She will also be rude to you. And she is wearing pants the size of a small circus tent, with a lovely hole in the rear left but cheek. HOT! But thank you to Ashley, who saved my life and my sanity but bringing me A frappacino. hmm that is all for now. More later when my life is not consumed by Subway.</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-09-18T20:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T03:05:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T03:05:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Did you know that they never throw out the fudge sauce at icecream places? Lets say it all together now....EEWWWWWWWW!!!!</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-09-14T21:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T04:43:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-15T04:43:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just so it is official:&lt;br /&gt;Joanne is my girlfriend.  Our relationship started out slow, but over the weeks it has progressed into something beautiful. We know each other, heart and soul.  After Nicoles and mines nasty divorce, Joanne was a (hot azn) shoulder to cry on. she completes me. if anyone is available for the the second weekend of december, we are flying to Vegas to make it official. Nicole, you are also welcome. No hard feelings you know. After all, you are like my brotha. Not brother like real brother, but the way black people say it. PISH!</content>
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    <title>driphotwaxonme @ 2004-09-14T17:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T00:17:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Art club today. Fun. I made a cool rainbow man, and then gave everyone rides home. It was nice to talk to Joanne again, since we can't see each other alot. I never thought id miss math, but i want to be back in Mr. Lahtis hell hole so we could talk and pass notes like little fourth graders. My mom makes me so mad. I want to go eat breakfast with my friend, but i have to take my little sister to school. i told her i would pick up one of her friends, so they could eat together, but she said no. I don't want her to eat with me, because i have personal stuff to talk about, but my mom got all mad and said i was being unreasonable.  WHAT!? i just said i would VOLUNTARILY take 2 freshman girls with me to McDonalds. Perhaps you could call me insane, but certainly not unreasonable. well, creative writing calls. must think of witty things to write about. HELP!</content>
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