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  <title>miss-elle's jenga</title>
  <subtitle>i have to say i love you in a song</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>mis_selle</name>
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  <updated>2005-08-28T20:39:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mis_selle:1745</id>
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    <title>well- its official</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T20:39:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T20:39:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm old now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially 17 as of yesterday, and i'm getting my licence tomorrow [hopefully].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've technically been a senior since graduation, but i only start ot feel it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my senior friends are gone to college.  its crazy that now that they are gone they talk to me more... i guess its a good thing- but somewhat ironic too. i dont miss them yet- not in the way where i'm crying or anything- i just feel a little empty spot when i hang out with "the group" because its not really the "group" anymore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really liked that label in the first place... because i dont believe that you can put labels on friends, and i felt thike we were so exclusive, but now that half of us are gone its like we are isolated.  that doesnt make sense i know- but it doesnt really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the big deal.  i'll be seeing them in a month- and then they'll leave and i will see them in a month again- and then again when i go down to the tournament...  a month really isnt that long at all, ive dont it before- we all have- everyone just makes some huge deal about this but its not some huge deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not trying to be like "oh i dont miss them" b/c i obviously do or i wouldnt be writing this entry- but whatever- its hard to convey exactly what it is i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm old... its weird... its going to be more weird next year when i am leaving everyone i grew up with. but we wont think about that now- will we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha- i'm so scared for my road test!!! BAH i'm probably going to fail miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well- i dont really deserve to drive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- i have a car! its HIDEOUSa burgandy red '91 volvo. its amazingly vintage.. i am trying to decide wat to name him:: vintage, rin tin tin, pos [pronounced poz, stands for pile of shit], or the uglymobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suggestions anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is basically my car- except its a dark red- more brown ish colored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.autoworksinc.com/media/vehicles/cars/f_91vol1.gif"&gt;http://www.autoworksinc.com/media/vehicles/cars/f_91vol1.gif&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jsut go to that link to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna stop talking now b/c i have nothing else to say really... bye yall</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mis_selle:1512</id>
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    <title>Procrastination [clap.clap.clap] 64</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T22:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-26T22:37:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I dont wanna be. [its on the radio- is that the name of it?)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">h'okay- so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my math teacher asked me where i was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in class. i said "umm, sitting in class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teacher says "no, i mean mentally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH- so yeah apparently my teacher thought i was way out of it yesterday- meh, i was tired, but fine.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me about 4 times today if i was okay....  i dont really understand... i mean- granted my hair looked like absolute SHIT, but i didnt think i looked so bad that people had to make sure i wasnt ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal time... kinda, not really- when is mommy getting home?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mis_selle:1111</id>
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    <title>Apparently my Love Situation</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T18:57:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T19:00:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wise Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mis_selle:827</id>
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    <title>mis_selle @ 2005-05-04T17:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T21:12:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T21:12:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Such Great Heights</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Such Great Heights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles&lt;br /&gt;                       In our eyes are mirror images and when&lt;br /&gt;                        We kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;                     And I have to speculate that God himself&lt;br /&gt;                    Did make us into corresponding shapes like&lt;br /&gt;                           Puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;                     And true, it may seem like a stretch, but&lt;br /&gt;                   Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled&lt;br /&gt;                Head when you're away when I am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;                       When you are out there on the road for&lt;br /&gt;                     Several weeks of shows and when you scan&lt;br /&gt;                 The radio, I hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      They will see us waving from such great&lt;br /&gt;                       Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say&lt;br /&gt;                    But everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;                       'come down now,' but we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I tried my best to leave this all on your&lt;br /&gt;                    Machine but the persistent beat it sounded&lt;br /&gt;                              Thin upon listening&lt;br /&gt;                   And that frankly will not fly. You will hear&lt;br /&gt;                    The shrillest highs and lowest lows with&lt;br /&gt;                 The windows down when this is guiding you home</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mis_selle:657</id>
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    <title>oh mah gah</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T20:35:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T20:35:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">soooo- mommy blocked me from blogger and xanga... so its time for an update on THI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is basically for silliness and the like- so get out my random ramblings, like my fascination with the letter f.  i hate that letter... its so "f"ucking annoying to write.  and i LOVE "m"s.... so i make sense, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a normal person- i promise- but normal people have thoughts that are dumb right?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a rehearsal for patricks show tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i basically do nothing- but its cool because i get to hang out with Meghan and Kelli and Patrick [and ben, but not tongiht]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i am eating wheat thins and chedder cheese.  but the chedder cheese is white, not yellow- so its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow- i didnt know i could write so much about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination is an amazing skill... but it also completely fucks me over a lot... tehehe- for example, this paper that was due 2 weeks ago.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i keep getting extensions... yayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who votes for michele to keep writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VETO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be akc some more to write about nothing- and no one with read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since no one will read it- i'll say this: in health class today i wrote a song.  except- the song has no notes written- just lyrics.  and therefore it is a poem.  but i have notes in my head- so its a song... and its about the walk we (aka most of the cast) took at 5:15 sunday morning when the sun was rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it [the song/poem] sucks... but it took my mind off of talking about suicide.  hhmm, something about Mr. Poppy teaching about people killing themselves just doesnt make me want to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what song i miss??  THIS ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is poppy&lt;br /&gt;poppy doppy&lt;br /&gt;loppy poppy doppy loppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember it- ben made it up in 9th grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so umm... has anyone noticed that the passing of grades from 1-5 and from 6-8 and from 9-12 is just totally different??? Where did my sophomore year go???  i feel like it was just a blop on the ground that i stepped over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE NO SENSE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAPOOPIEEEEE [yes- i only said that b/c it has the word poopie in it... whats the big deal? you wanna start soemthing?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving.. CHOW ["ciao" psshh- spanish is so over rated]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mis_selle:484</id>
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    <title>WOW- here goes another one</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T05:15:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T05:15:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some 70's mix my dad left in the CD player</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i have a xanga, a blogger, a live journal- whats next?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just doing this b/c i have a lab due today (its 1:15 in the morning??- ew) and i dont wanna do it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mishgy</content>
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