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  <title>if carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up</title>
  <subtitle>Josey</subtitle>
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    <name>Josey</name>
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  <updated>2006-06-25T07:43:30Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:12384</id>
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    <title>this is where they stay crunk, thro it up, dubs on the cadillac</title>
    <published>2006-06-25T07:43:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-25T07:43:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so like how does a 19 year old girl use the expression "how could you choose her over me?!" when the "me" is a self obsessed whatever and the "her" is a normal person that i get along with.  i never in my life thought i'd be having that conversation with someone i thought knew me.  apparently i'm not as clear as i'd like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to loyalty. how do you compare the situation that i had with the cabbage face slut to the situation with jen and cristian. i don't want to travel back in time but she brought it up so ok, allie TRUELLYY tried to fuck with my life.  she made up lies about me, my boyfriend and my actual friends.  she tried to poison the actual healthy relationships in my life and then sniveled away when i confronted her.  jen stoped speaking to cris because, well there is not real reason. jen says that cris "acted" different because she had to deal with stephanie and HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO WE HAVE TO GO OVER THISS that there is no getting around steph.  you just have to be fake to move along.  theres a lot more to this situation that helps to explain it all but i dont care enough to remember it.  but it happened and the results are sticking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tried to make me feel bad and that i should still be the same person i was when i was in fucking middle school or even high school.  I AM NOT!!! i've grown as a person since then and ooooomg they havent.  suuure i go a week or two without calling anyone, to me its nothing new.  all my friends know that i hate talking on the phone and i've been sick and i've been helping the person that doesn't judge move out of her house, so yea i've been a little busy.  it doesnt mean that i dont care or that im choosing one over the other.  and "how dare i do this", B-I im not doing anything to anyone.  how can i be "LOYAL" to anyone else if im not loyal to myself first.  what person in their right mind would put someone else above them.  it is human nature to be EGOISTIC, to care about your-fucking-self and put yourself above others.  loyalty doesnt mean shit if you cant put your foot down for what you WANT and what is best for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who my friends are, i know what's going on in their lives, i know i love them and they  love me.  so what gives you the right to tell me what i should be doing with those people.  let me do me and you can do you. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg gonna like cry &lt;br /&gt;whatevv</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:12096</id>
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    <title>hmm</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T03:30:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T03:30:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes i have deep thoughts, but most of the time i think about what is amusing.  by the time i'm comfortable with a big idea i've changed my mind and i want something else. i always want something else, its a fact that you can't fuck with.  the only thing that's stable in my life is food, i always want to eat and its usually one of the same 6 or 7 things, plus a diet coke.  deep thoughts make me uncomfortable because that means you have to truely believe in something. you have to put all of your support behind something that you can't prove and even if you think you can, there is always someone or something arguing against you and disproving your point.  basically i don't care enough about anything to do that.  &lt;br /&gt;i don't like to be the center of attention, i don't like to fight for attention there are so many other good things you could do with your time.  i like to be the center of one persons attention, thats just better.  i think when one person wants to be in the middle of anyone there is something wrong.  i don't know what it is but it's not right.  it's like no one else is good enough to command attention, and with that it's like the people that have surrounded themseleves with you have decided that you're merely an audience, not an equal, not someone that they respect only someone that will laugh and nod their heads.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like trust doesn't exist, neither does loyalty because when it comes down to it, everyone is gonna do what's best for them.  if a promise doesn't work for you anymore why the fuck would you keep it.  don't live your life for someone else because it just will not work out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:11780</id>
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    <title>BFF</title>
    <published>2005-03-21T03:43:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-21T03:43:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hate it or love it bitch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">said the DJ on z100:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game featuring of course, 50 Cent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're friends agian...BFF</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:11728</id>
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    <title>fuck you</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T02:48:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T02:48:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i swear to fuckin gosh im gonna swallow my bottle of fuckin acne medication because for real how much worse could it get</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:11403</id>
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    <title>boofizzle @ 2005-03-16T19:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T01:15:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T01:58:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yo bitch i got another job. i now have a job at delia*s in the westchesta mall. now all i need is for the bee line busses to stop striking so i can get there. or i need a car, whatever happens first. so i am most definetly on the right track with my life...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:11168</id>
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    <title>whhhHHHAaaaAAAttttTT!!!</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T15:43:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T15:43:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>let me love you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so because i have no life i'm sitting at home watching mtv hits at 10 am and there is a performance.  but my friends it is like no other performance that has ever taken place. it was gay ass good charlotte doing the song that i like and midway through the song fucking LIL JOHN comes out and starts "yAYYYYYIng" with the best of them. and it was all just very, very, very wrong...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:10994</id>
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    <title>in the year 2000...</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T18:07:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T18:07:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the rydell fight song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"...an ardvark will accidently swallow a bottle of viagra and become a hardvark"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Conan</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:10603</id>
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    <title>gonna die</title>
    <published>2005-02-17T04:15:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-17T04:16:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i'm going to die tonight. the new landlords are "renovating" and so like this deadly paint-ish, turpentine smell is going throughout my entire home. and i think it's toxic......i'm slippin under.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:10474</id>
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    <title>losers and people who have no friends</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T03:22:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T03:22:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bitter, bitter old woman....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:10128</id>
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    <title>jobfizzle</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T03:22:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T03:23:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got a job!!!!! it's only a small one butttttt it's a start....and courteney has found me a husband and now all she has to do is find out how many goats i'm worth....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:9773</id>
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    <title>boofizzle @ 2005-01-28T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T05:28:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T05:28:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am bored as a mother fucker and it's not fun&lt;br /&gt;i went on a mini-myspace-comment-spree and that was fun for 48 seconds&lt;br /&gt;i need a job</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:9714</id>
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    <title>i go through my life operating on the fact that i am slower than shit</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T05:14:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T05:14:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>spanish stuff, i dont know what exactly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i know its been long so i'll give you the quick update. i was sick as a fucker,correction: mother fucker, i got a little better, got a semi-job, made tons of cash and now i'm being a lazy son of a bitch. i figured i'd chill with my friends while they were on break from school then when they went back i would get a job. so they all went back and now i have to find a job and since i am slower than shit it's takin a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i've done in the past three months is go shopping. now i'm not 100% on this but i don't think thats a really good thing. it is now my goal for the next month or so to actually accomplish something. maybe get a job, or a boy. either one really, i'm not that picky. wait that's a lie i am too fucking picky for my own good but i'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:9303</id>
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    <title>i took an adventure</title>
    <published>2004-10-08T23:17:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-08T23:17:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i ventured outside my bubble yesterday. i went to a soccer game at saunders and i saw all of the little kiddies. i was cool then i thought i was gonna pass out or fall asleep and thats a real fucker when you've done nothing but sleep for 4 days and the first time you go out all you want to do is sleep. but i got fresh air and it was nice and now i just want to sleep some more...</content>
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    <title>boofizzle @ 2004-10-04T21:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T01:33:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T01:33:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mono sucks bitches...don't get mono</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:8891</id>
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    <title>guess what guess what!!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T00:01:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T00:01:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so im home, and im not feelin to well so i go to the doctor because my glands are the size of ping pong balls. so i thought i had strep agian, but that test was negative. but guess what was positive....the MONO test. yes bitches i have mono and now im on steroids, but im home and that makes me happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:8583</id>
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    <title>i'm a college dropout!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T16:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T16:31:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i counted last night, i lasted 5 weeks at college. this thang aint for me it just wont work out. so today i'm headed home to try to save whats left of my sanity which i think i can do if i leave now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back the signs were all there. things telling me to stay home, dont go to the hippie town. like all the darkness that happened the week before i left for school and the fact that i was really crying. that was a sign because i dont usually cry, but i was like doing the uncontrolable, cant breathe type of crying which i havent done since over a year ago. signs were there i just had to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna take the year off, sleep, go to some museums, the zoo, maybe botanical gardens. do all the stuff that i always wanted but was to busy to do. i'm gonna try to be young and careless like i should've been for the past 3 years, i'm gonna do it now fuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come, ima college dropout!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>boofizzle @ 2004-09-21T11:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T18:41:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T18:41:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jay-z "songcry"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If I were a month, I'd be: january&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week, I'd be: sunday&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I'd be: noon&lt;br /&gt;If I were a planet, I'd be: neptune &lt;br /&gt;If I were a sea animal, I'd be: a baaaaaby beluuuuuga&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I'd be: that way&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: an ottoman &lt;br /&gt;If I were a sin, I'd be: sloth&lt;br /&gt;If I were a historical figure, I'd be: teddy roosevelt &lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquid, I'd be: diet pepsi&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I'd be: a willow&lt;br /&gt;If I were a bird, I'd be: peacock&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower, I'd be: a rose&lt;br /&gt;If I were a kind of weeahter id be: cloudy&lt;br /&gt;If I were a mythical creature, I'd be a: fairy princess&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: drums&lt;br /&gt;If I were an animal, I'd be: a kitten&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color, I'd be: black&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I'd be: homesick&lt;br /&gt;If I were a vegetable, I'd be: a potato&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I'd be: growl&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element, I'd be: hydrogen&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I'd be: a minivan&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I'd be: the lonliness&lt;br /&gt;If I were a movie, I'd be: sixteen candles&lt;br /&gt;If I were a food, I'd be: penne vodka&lt;br /&gt;If I were a place, I'd be: the house of chanel&lt;br /&gt;If I were a material, I'd be: cotton&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I'd be: red bull and vodka&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I'd be: allure&lt;br /&gt;If I were a religion, I'd be: polytheistic&lt;br /&gt;If I were a word, I'd be: darkenss&lt;br /&gt;If I were an object, I'd be: a picture&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part, I'd be: an appendix&lt;br /&gt;If I were a facial expression, I'd be: bored&lt;br /&gt;If I were a part of a house, I'd be: the foundation&lt;br /&gt;If I were a subject in school, I'd be: history&lt;br /&gt;If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: Buttercup&lt;br /&gt;If I were a shape, I'd be a: polygon&lt;br /&gt;If I were a number, I'd be: 13</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:8051</id>
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    <title>TRUTH</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T01:38:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T01:23:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is from my sisters friend mattie's profile...give her props...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are from yonkers. way before licenses we had bus passes- both real and fake. we go to nathan's on thursday nights. we don't need- nor have we ever needed- north ave to get drunk. we shop on fordham road, the westchester, cross county, the galleria, the square. we know a good deal when we see it. we go to the house parties in pelham, and usually get into trouble there. we don't know why everyone thinks yonkers is so hard. it makes us laugh. we know what kind of cars jadakiss and sheek drive. we scared ourselves in the gates of hell. we drive drunk, high, and fast everywhere. we race up and down the sprain, the saw mill, central ave, the hutch, the bronx river. we know cops. some of our parents have luxury cars, some of them don't. we are hard, soft, sweet, bitchy, smart, dumb, determined, lazy, cool, and we know it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:7739</id>
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    <title>"josey cannon!"</title>
    <published>2004-09-13T12:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-13T12:01:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i walked by an RA last night and do u know what he said to me? he excitedly said "josey cannon!". why can no one in this world call me josey....it's either Jo, Joz,or Josey Cannon....never just josey</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:7512</id>
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    <title>boofizzle @ 2004-09-12T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T04:30:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-12T04:30:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm in the casa but i want to be out, i wanted to go out and drink tonight but that got the whomp whomp. now i'm just tired.....fuckers</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boofizzle:7212</id>
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    <title>boofizzle @ 2004-09-07T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T04:01:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T04:01:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just realized that it is impossible for me to get anything, anything at all that i want........it's just fucking bullshit and i'm sick of this shit in my life but there is nothing i can fucking do about it there never is that is just the story of my life, something else has gone wrong and there is no way for me to fix it and even if there is it will cause severe damage to my already fucked up mind and emotions and it just perpetuates my own personal downward spiral</content>
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    <title>"it's a motherfucker"</title>
    <published>2004-09-07T22:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-07T22:52:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;whhy do i have to be here. thats what i feel like, just why. there is nothing here not even my fucking books, they come one by one and the ones that i need arent showing up so the paper that is due tomorrow on the book i dont have should be a lovely read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i cant function i could sit and stare at the wall all day i want to go home because this shit aint working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days feel like weeks and weeks like months, its a motherfucker</content>
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    <title>hey fuckers</title>
    <published>2004-09-02T03:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-02T03:45:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>shut your ugly face</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i feel as if my life will soon become book work and bus rides with the occasional drunken-ness in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because hey fuckers, i dont want to be up in this fucking hippie town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have anger. when im in my room in the dark i can think im somewhere else but now thinking about this place, it makes me angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i hate being a girl</content>
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    <title>boofizzle @ 2004-08-30T10:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-30T14:58:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-30T14:59:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shai "if i ever fall in love"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i decided that i'm gonna stay here at school, i really dont want to but if i leave it just wont be worth anything, so i'm here.  i dont want to be socailly involved with any of these people so im just gonna focus on my work and do really good and shit and they if i want to transfer next year i can i just dont want to fall behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figure if i want to party or drink or something of that nature i can go home for the weekend becuase thats where all the people i care about are and i only like to drink when im around people i like becuase i can either get really mean or friendly in a way that i shouldn't be. and i haven't really met anyone yet that i can see myself actually caring about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classes are mad cool and the professors are ok, but other than that i kinda really don't want to be here</content>
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    <title>college girl</title>
    <published>2004-08-23T23:40:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-23T23:40:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TLC- "case of the fake people"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hi ya'll&lt;br /&gt;so i'm at college now&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it. believe it or not i can't find anyone that i can actually connect with and talk to for more than 5 minutes. except my room-mate, Selin, she is super cool. but still i can't find anyone that i like. so i'm kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more fun stuff, i dont have a computer, im using selins right now, and i dont know if i'll even have a computer cuz the one i have won't stabalize or some shit like that and that fuckin pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, walking everywhere is hard, especially when i live so far from everything. i will provide an example. if i lived in cross county, i live in sears and the only place i can go eat anything is fuckin national wholesale liquidators if not farther. and all my classes are just as far. so i have blisters on my feet and my ankle hurts, someone fuckin tell me why my ankle hurts, but its only my left ankle, the right one is chillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, and my room looks like a prison cell because we're on a corner and 2 of the walls are cinder block and its really empty, but we're working on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this shit and i havent even started classes, but keep in mind that im thinkin in a positive way, my mind is still open but i dont know what im gonna do</content>
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