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  <title>~Keliara&apos;s Journal~</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 12:41:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow</title>
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  <description>Tomorrow, we&apos;ll all be released by the bonds of high school. Yes, we&apos;ll officialy be University students, with nothing holding us back... we&apos;re going to be all grown up *tear*. If you haven&apos;t figured out what I&apos;m talking about yet, it&apos;s our high school graduation. I can&apos;t wait to see everyone again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I feel like trashing UOIT. This school is so stupid. We have midterms coming up. Okay, that&apos;s fine, that&apos;s like anywhere else. But why the hell do they call it a midterm if there&apos;s two of them before an exam? It&apos;s not even the middle of the term... THAT&quot;S WHY THEY CALL IT A MIDTERM BECAUSE IT&quot;S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TERM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this school frustrates me. And they&apos;re stupid laptops that don&apos;t rip my new &quot;The Killers&quot; cd, Sam&apos;s Town!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 19:08:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Calculus</title>
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  <description>I solemnly swear that by the end of this term, Calculus will be MY bitch!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 13:26:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>UOIT</title>
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  <description>Yeah, university is so overrated, with its endless chants and automatic hatred towards other faculties, I have better things to do with my life.... none of which I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosh week: on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best I give a 2... I did get to meet a couple of new people, and I&apos;ve been given the opportunity to go out of my way so I never have to run into a specific someone (that plan backfired when she saw me and waved to me today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up today at 6:30 so that I can get to class by 8:10.... I haven&apos;t even gone to the class yet and I already hate my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to class, I see some people I know (day improves) but chemistry in the morning is not a good idea... What were they thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, university is just like any school I&apos;ve been to: long and boring, without the cool cats I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overrated...............</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 23:11:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I sent colleen my puzzle piece and I have just one question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you up to Colleen????</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 02:02:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the most wonderful boyfriend ever!</title>
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  <description>Yes ladies and gentlemen, Kamil is the most perfect boyfriend. For my 18th birthday, that wonderful man took me to the CN Tower. He reserved a table for us at the 360 revolving restaurant, where we got to see Toronto from a bird&apos;s point of view. It was a perfect day, clear and sunny (and windy cause it&apos;s right next to the lake) so we saw everything from up there. The food was good, but not to my personal liking. Desert, however, was like an orgasm on a plate. I never knew that strawberry rhubarb crumble could taste so good. After dinner, we were able to walk down to the observation deck and stand on the glass floor. It was the most exhilarating and scary moment of my life. We theorized that the park underneath the tower was used by creeps with binoculars, waiting for girls with skirts to walk on the glass floor. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Once we had our fill of the tower (which is by the way 13 meters taller than the tower in Moscow) we walked through the parks and took many pictures. We left for home, regrettably, but his mother got me a cake and his family sang happy birthday for me. The cake was delicious and I felt touched.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;It was the greatest birthday anyone could ask for.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2006 03:06:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Almost over, it&apos;s almost over!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2006 03:05:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got addicted to desperate housewives and i was hoping you could help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know where i can download the season two finale???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Apr 2006 21:09:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Big Boobs</title>
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  <description>Big Boobs. What&apos;s the purpose of big boobs? Mine constantly get in the way. For example, yesterday at lunch, I knocked over my carton of milk with my boobs and it spilt all over my kilt, shoes and finally on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we can buy baby formula, when we have kids of our own, if we decide to take care of those smelly, annoying bundles of joy, do we really need boob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it&apos;s time for a boob reduction.</description>
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  <lj:music>The cars passing by on the street</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 18:07:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Facts</title>
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  <description>1. Malani and I organize a surprise birthday party for Maegan with the help of Kailyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Party was great: Maegan ignored four people including myself at her party and we did watched her, kailyn and some guy play a game on playstation. Because, you know, that&apos;s what we like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas, she doesn&apos;t thank me or malani for our gifts....she didn&apos;t even thank her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Malani and I begin to notice and agree that Maegan has been ignoring us around Kailyn and that she acts like a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A couple of weeks ago, Maegan gets ticked off with me for not telling her that I got accepted into Ottawa. Everything comes out and I finally let it out over MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We plan to meet before the March break but Malani had to cancel and I didn&apos;t want to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. March Break: Maegan goes to Myrtle Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell her and it&apos;s partially my fault we didn&apos;t do it sooner. I like to bottle up my feelings and just ignore it, but it kept accumulating. So here we are now, Maegan calling me childish, self centered and jealous of some one I hardly know. This has nothing to do about Kailyn and Malani. It has everything to do with Maegan&apos;s actions and my procrastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I don&apos;t think she should have posted this issue on live journal when we haven&apos;t even fully discussed it in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take blame for being busy and for not dealing with it sooner. Maegan hurt my feelings and made me feel inferior. I know that she has two jobs and school, so do I. But she has to deal with her attitude. We&apos;ve changed and I don&apos;t like how you have.  Was it really that hard to take 5 minutes to talk to me during the party? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, am I overreacting and acting like &quot;a drama queen&quot; ?</description>
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  <lj:music>Mix 99.9</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 23:36:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stolen From Kaits</title>
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  <description>I cannot believe you! You think that mentioning it will make it better? That blaming us and calling us childish will help? You know what, let&apos;s not drop it, let&apos;s discuss it right now. Let&apos;s bring it out in the open. Besides, there&apos;s a computer screen between you and me, so maybe it&apos;s safer this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I didn&apos;t say anything is because it was your birthday! &quot;Hey Megs, just wanted to let you know that you were mean for ignoring us and not thanking us for the hours we put into the party, and let&apos;s not forget to mention personal sacrifice to get that weekend off, but hey, happy birthday&quot;. Let&apos;s not forget that you&apos;re very emotional. Sorry that I didn&apos;t want you to cry if I mentioned it. And you blame us for not being able to fix this before your party? Well I&apos;m sorry that I have two younger siblings that are going to university too and that I have to work at TWO JOBS so that I can help my parents pay for my education. Some of us don&apos;t get what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you bring up a party that happened 2 YEARS AGO??? Well, geez, I&apos;m terribly sorry for inviting my best friend, talking with my other friends and making sure that malani came so that you had someone to talk to. Did I or did I not have a party at Boston Pizza for the four of us last year? Remind me not to invite you to my party this year, I wouldn&apos;t want you to feel left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, me, Kamil and Malani are going to Ottawa. Happy, you are now informed of my life.</description>
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  <lj:music>Image of the invisible -Thrice</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 01:35:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>so weak</title>
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  <description>tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like there&apos;s a knife stabbing my body over, and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can&apos;t find a copy of First Vial (white pine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just getting over a cold so i&apos;m at the gross stage when you feel all weak, and groggy and snotty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid grade nine retreat tomorrow (THEY BETTER BE ENTHUSIASTIC OR SOME OF THEM MIGHT NOT RETURN TO THE SCHOOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last book i read was B for Buster, which was crap, which is how i feel...btw colleen, don&apos;t read B for Buster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study for Kines, but distracted by the pain and no amount of advil is helping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would happen if i took the whole bottle?</description>
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  <lj:music>just the throbbing of my head</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 03:47:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What a &quot;shitacular&quot; day</title>
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  <description>so i got into uoit....great right? nuh huh. this means my parents will have a leverage to make me stay at home. That&apos;s another four years with over-protective parents that can&apos;t even speak english properly and who will continually make my life a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell your parents that you can&apos;t stand them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make my days worse, stupid people at work, stupid customers and stupid printer that broke down on me mid-job making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of my day? I lost sun signs, one of the white pine books from the library. I looked for it for HOURS and then it turns up in my room which i overturned at least 5 times to find it. It&apos;s not that great of a book either.</description>
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  <lj:music>Smile like you mean it - the killers</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2006 02:35:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Why do you hate me?</title>
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  <description>And so begins a new semester at All Saints Catholic Secondary School. A new semester, a fresh start and the opportunity for everything to go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day begins with Religion. Wonderful religion where we listen to a teacher preach about her teaching methods and her views on important ethic questions, particularly the new Karla movie. But it actually isn&apos;t that bad since I&apos;ve got Brittany in that class so the level of good conversation is up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon follows Kinesiology. Oh Kinesiology - where the beautiful stupid people meet. And my teacher is almost, but not quite, as monotone as Mr. Arko. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spare. Spare isn&apos;t that great. Sure I get time to work on homework but 2 hours of continuous &quot;work period&quot; is too much. Maybe Mrs. Plouffe will let me switch to period three? But then poor brittany would be off on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French, unbelievably, was the only good course this semester. I never thought I would be able to say THAT. Sure we did grammar review, but the people that you work with make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to do ukrainian work since I have nothing better to do with me life.</description>
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