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  <title>pants, meet shit</title>
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  <updated>2005-06-07T18:11:36Z</updated>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-06-07T11:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T18:11:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T18:11:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new journal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is my last one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahnewyork__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:6714</id>
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    <title>I guess addiction is in.</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T07:22:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T07:41:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I'll update about my fantastic weekend sometime tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just wish someone cared for me like&lt;br /&gt;asjkodjldjasrdklajskldjaskldjaskldja a ton and I would care&lt;br /&gt;for them that much back and I'd never have to worry about a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Because well, even if I do have other kind of relationships I still miss&lt;br /&gt;the steady kind. The kind where you'd go over hills, and mountains, streams, oceans&lt;br /&gt;and everything to just be with that person and never want to stop doing that&lt;br /&gt;for them. And the feeling when you kiss and they smile after, it just seems so&lt;br /&gt;comforting. I kind of wish I had that again.. I mean, I still get it..&lt;br /&gt;I get all crushy, and I get crushes. But I think crushes are stupid&lt;br /&gt;because they never get anywhere and I don't want to move on. But, I want to&lt;br /&gt;be happy.. but being happy means, being with you. But I guess I could just try&lt;br /&gt;and forget about you and move on, find someone fantastic. Someone who will be&lt;br /&gt;there and not just one day get up and say, "we can't be together anymore."&lt;br /&gt;I want to do tons of things with people. Go on random trips to downtown Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;Cute walks to the beach and skipping rocks. Holding hands and being all affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I had that, and I wouldn't have to doubt it.. and I want something more&lt;br /&gt;than a stupid 2 month relationship. Uhg... I'm such a sucker.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-06-01T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T06:51:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T06:51:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Today was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had jam, then Chan and I were waiting for her mom and AJ came. AJ and I ended up going to Tim Hortons. I got 2 cookies and a sprite. We went to the mall, got smokes.. hungout..&lt;br /&gt;talked..&lt;br /&gt;hitched, he got dropped off.. and now I'm at home.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:6356</id>
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    <title>I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T08:49:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T08:49:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the pixies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for&lt;br /&gt;but all of the parts are the same on every face (few variables change)&lt;br /&gt;the differences pale when compared to the similarity they share&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty, and like I really need to meet someone new. Someone that will make me feel better about myself, and will be a friend and be there for me. I always take things for granted, people for granted, words for granted. I really need to learn to stop doing that, because I act like I don't care.. and when it's/their gone I wonder why they're gone and I'm too stubborn to admit that it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish things could go back to normal or not even normal, because nothing is ever really normal. So, I guess I mean when i didn't feel like shit &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; the time. When nothing really ever got me down because i was always so proud.. now everything is catching up to me, and i can't run fast enough.. you know? It catches you, grasps your ankles and you fall flat on your face.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do lots of things, I have plently of friends. Who are my real friends? Which friends will stay? I just feel as if I can't trust anyone anymore because well, who can you trust. You never know until they fuck around with your feelings. I just feel so out of place, everywhere and I'm always so awkward and say stupid things, and people laugh.. but do they really think it's funny? I just don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to say, "i". Maybe he was right when he said, "all you do is think about yourself. I, I, I!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about Hot Sauce Bullets. I've got the whole keyboard parts down and the singing is getting better. Oh, I'm really excited for when we get to play shows and everyone falls in love with us and we get to make merch, and sell merch and create beautiful music and take lots of pictures and have writing sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Star Wars tonight for my second time, I cried like a fucking baby. I never really realized how uncomfortable those stupid seats are until tonight. I probably rearranged myself about 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today and dyed my blonde, blonder. It's really cute. My hair is feelin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAJKhdjkahsjkdha. Time for a fag, as Jamie would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:6034</id>
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    <title>The best haircuts are taken</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T07:38:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T07:45:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cookie jar - jack johnson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v731/UmbrellaDead/2003_0116Image0025.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend. and I also have great friends whom&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ange + Chan and I have a really&lt;br /&gt;cool band. We need to jam, tommorow hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;It'd be so sweet because well.. We're going&lt;br /&gt;to be the best band, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how people can turn on you so&lt;br /&gt;quick just after a few words are spoken. It's &lt;br /&gt;ignorant and I hate it and people need to&lt;br /&gt;learn to deal wtih things better than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on a boy that lives way too&lt;br /&gt;far away. But, damn he's cute and he's going&lt;br /&gt;to move here and we're going to start a band&lt;br /&gt;and we'll go on &lt;b&gt;TONS&lt;/b&gt; of cute dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jordan, he's reallly cute and nice;&lt;br /&gt;malignant inamorata says:&lt;br /&gt;you're so cute an indie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>That it's harder to be friends than lovers</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T08:56:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T08:56:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Tonight has been up and down, over and around. Kind of like a girl needing money without an education.&lt;br /&gt;Khrystyne and I went downtown, saw 2 people we'd rather not see. &lt;br /&gt;Got called bitches for no reason at all. Well, maybe because ex boyfriends make their friends dinks. &lt;br /&gt;We also saw really great people. &lt;br /&gt;On the bus ride home, this old man had sex toys, and sat really funny. I bet he likes men.. alot.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Sid and Nancy. I want love like that, minus all the drugs and fighting. Just living to be with that person, and doing anything for them. and most of all, always returning no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I love Khrystyne. I really do, she's so easy to talk to... and really cute.&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird how things turn out, or don't turn out. I probably would of met Khrystyne and AJ on New Years if Jess and I came to visit and I probably wouldn't of ever got involved with AJ and maybe I would of met somebody different. Maybe Khrystyne and I would even hate eachother? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;When we were sitting on the bus, waiting for it to go.. I showed Evelyn my butt and I bet lots of other people saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and.. Damn it feels good to be a gangster.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-27T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T01:38:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T01:38:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;i love khrystyne.&lt;br /&gt;today, we met up and we went swimming in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;and now, we're drinking smoothies. DIET smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;and before that, we were eating clodhoppers and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove.&lt;br /&gt;i love you styne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really fucking hot out and we feel like marshmellows. &lt;br /&gt;ewe, duh it's hot.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>The best hair cuts are taken.</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T00:45:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T00:45:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm not coming out until this is all over&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking through the glass&lt;br /&gt;where the light bends at the cracks&lt;br /&gt;and i'm screaming at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;pretending the echoes belong to someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like puking, right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've never in my life let someone pick me apart, make me feel like shit, and just leave me..&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>everybody's tired of laying down with you</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T07:51:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T07:51:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>deathcab</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Recap of my weekend;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Nanaimo, went to a show, and got all upset. Ended up going to the bridge party with Brea and Brad. Did some drugs.. Brad, Brea and I had to hide from the police in the bush and Brea and I were holding hands really tight. We made a bed with the party couches, stayed up all night smoking and talking, Brad started to cat nap so Brea and I walked to Marks and got her sweaters and some pop then walked back, woke Brad up.. Brad and I cought the bus to his house while Brea went to her job interveiw. Brad and I layed in bed and decided to smoke some pot and I took a really big hoot and almost died so I had to run to the bathroom and I was in there for over an hour or so just sitting there contemplating getting up or not. Then, it was time for some sleep. I pulled myself up, with help of Brad and crawled into bed and fell asleep until 6:00 then Brea came over and Brady, Brad, Brea and I watched some movies.. then, it was time for bed sooner or later.. I fell asleep for a while, went into the living room and hung out with Brady until 7:00, then fell asleep until 9:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea, Brad, Chanel, Brady and I cought the bus to the Woodgrove. Brad went to work, Brea and I went to the mall, decided to go to Kayleighs, and did our makeup and then we went and got hot dogs from The Brick which made us real sick. Time passed, and Brea and I were REALLY tired, and wanted to go to bed. Got alcohol, went back to Brads house, and Brea and I ran into the room holding hands, with alcohol and came out wearing boxers and asking for a cigarettes. LESBIANS? No way! We couldn't really sleep, and Jeremy Chanel, Kayleigh and I went and got A and Dub, came back, drank more, then, we all piled into the car and Brea, Brad and I climbed in the trunk and I got hurt on my head by it slamming down and so I sat in the car with cuties and got poked in the eye, then hit my head, and THEN almost got ran over. I ended up drinking with Dana at the fireworks and poking people in the face, etc with my stick which probably hurt.&lt;br /&gt;By now, I was wasted.. so, Nadja took me home, threw the rest of my fucking fourtie out.. and, well, I fell asleep after smoking pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike walked me to the highway, I hitched and got a ride with Val and Santon and then I hitched again and got a ride with an old couple.. went to Matt's, totally fucking out of my mind tired and then I got my mom to pick me up, eat, and then I ended up going to Tyrel's for a show, and then to a party and I am drunk, and it was fun.. now, it's time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Khrystne, and I love her to bits. SOOOO sooooon until we get to cuddle again!&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Nobody Said It Was Easy.</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T07:50:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T07:50:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hands/ jewel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/prettygirlz.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you're blind to the fact that my&lt;br /&gt;Heart stopped beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm as good as dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared of change. When you start realizing that things are changing, when you drive past a bush you've drove past in winter time, but now it's so blossomed you cannot see to the other side. And how your favourite pants start ripping and soon you will not be able to wear them. It's really strange and I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By the end of this summer, I'll most likely forget about everyone that I don't usually talk to anymore and when someone mentions their name I'll have a vague memory of them. To tell you guys the truth though, I'm competly fine with that. I need to forget about things that have passed through me in the last 3 months. Forget competly about it and never look back. I mean, what good does it do to dwell on past relationships and friends that aren't really your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just happy for next weekend and actually looking forward to something. I'm going to spend the weekend with Khrystyne, and that means scary alien movies, Jurassic Park, and lots, and lots of cuddling and talking. I really enjoy that girl alot. She makes me really feel good about myself and to actually be happy for once. I really also like Dana, she's an amazing girl. I'm excited to see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining about relationships sucks  and complaining about things you cant change. Things that no one else cares about that sucks even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of all of you and your it’s not you it’s me ricketa-racketa if you know that to be true then work to fix it otherwise stop bitching about who you don’t have &lt;br /&gt;                                                        can’t have &lt;br /&gt;                                                        or lost and can't get back &lt;br /&gt;and step up to someone who is interested in all that is you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather burn out than fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a better note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love w/ jedi mind tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm like mussolini, i rule with an iron fist&lt;br /&gt;i'll stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-18T11:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T18:24:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T18:24:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the absence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/signandme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if I gave you&lt;br /&gt;the key to yourself&lt;br /&gt;would you throw it away&lt;br /&gt;or unlock and discover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you realize that there's more to life&lt;br /&gt;than this..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coral;  walk away on broken legs says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone of them actually. they say they love you, and then they totally just leave you.&lt;br /&gt;coral;  walk away on broken legs says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that's love&lt;br /&gt;coral;  walk away on broken legs says:&lt;br /&gt;love is when you'd go over hills, and mountains, and streams, and meadows, everything.. just to be with that person. no matter what, you'd bne there for them but.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;coral;  walk away on broken legs says:&lt;br /&gt;love doesn't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/nofaceslove.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/nicoleandmike.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/mikeandicute.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/kisstkissst.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/hiimcute.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/fatties.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/cutestthingever.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/blurrylaugh.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>you're ruining it for everyone</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T08:12:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T08:12:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hot hot heat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;so this weekend was like a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to nanaimo.&lt;br /&gt;things went down.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just be alone, for like, a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home, went to loryn's house and we cuddled and what not because i got there and i just started crying my eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;i slept over at loryns, and then we went to my house this morning, or i guess yesterday morning and decided to walk around comox.&lt;br /&gt;so we're walking around and i get this craving for the mints in the woodgrove mall, so i say, lets hitch to nanaimo. so, we hitch hike, and it took us pretty much forever.&lt;br /&gt;we met really amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;we saw nicole, chandee, and jenna and it was pretty much the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;we came home, and drank with a paralized guy and smoked pot with him. he drove with a cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i really came to the realization after this man gave us a ride.&lt;br /&gt;you really have to love yourself to get anywhere. and that honestly, we are nothing. when we cry, it tastes like salt.&lt;br /&gt;we're all like pretty much a big ocean.&lt;br /&gt;just crashing against the shore and going in and out, around, everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to get ahold of him so i can tell him this;&lt;br /&gt;"i hold nothing against you because i've come to realize that when you're in a relationship, and you argue. it only makes it worse if you want it to. it's hard to be in a relationship and get along because really, we don't know who we are and we're trying to find ourselves out, and when we're with someone else.. we're trying to find them out too and it's really hard. i just want you to know that i have no regret on anything. bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a terrible person&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>but break my heart, for i must hold my tongue</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T07:16:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T07:16:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the absence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/sadjkaskdhatrampoline.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the full moon rises behind a sky scraper&lt;br /&gt;dominating the night sky the light reflects off a loved ones eyes&lt;br /&gt;the night is still young like the love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight emily and i hung out and it was really nice. i just love having a friend that is a real friend. nothing fake, like an decoration for a christmas tree that you just see, and use once a year. i like having a friend i can really blurt everything out with and giggle and talk about boys with and how things are changing, and how good news comes, and bad news leaves.. and when the bad news comes.. everything else just gets pushed out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell stories, and be able to hear amazing stories from amazing people like brock because i think by the time he's an old man, he's going to have to much to tell. i wish i would be his childrens, children because then he'd be my grandpa and he could tell me stories every time i saw him and even if they might not be true, they'd still be interesting and i'd love to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really nervous for friday. i know i shouldn't be, but i really am.&lt;br /&gt;it's really crazy how much things change when you actually think about it. like, things change EVERY single day. and it's scary, people are leaving, people leave. and there is not one thing you can do about it because well, people have to do what they have to do and it's not like you can stop them.&lt;br /&gt;i really like some people. and i really, really hate some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post your name and i'll tell you what i think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/aksdjkasljdklasjdklasjkldjaskljdlacitoeeeeee.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/ashjkdhasjkdhasjkdharealcute.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/igothitbyabus.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/ilovekimmma.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:3697</id>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-11T13:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T20:45:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T20:45:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>against me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;i'm having the worst day of my life, ever.&lt;br /&gt;we're not even going to be friends and i wish we could be.&lt;br /&gt;i've never been more upset in my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;i love nicole, and i love the people who i can talk to &lt;br /&gt;about this because if i couldn't talk to anyone.. i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;i'd be dead. i said really mean things like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your spelling errors in love letters just killed your dream says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not wasting my time anymore&lt;br /&gt;your spelling errors in love letters just killed your dream says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not pretending everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;your spelling errors in love letters just killed your dream says:&lt;br /&gt;you can just seriously drownd for all i care&lt;br /&gt;your spelling errors in love letters just killed your dream says:&lt;br /&gt;because i feel dead&lt;br /&gt;your spelling errors in love letters just killed your dream says:&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;flesh guns with nail bulletes blowing my fucking mind says:&lt;br /&gt;O i do, but you wouldnt know anything about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand this anymore. i just really feel like complete&lt;br /&gt;shit and i'm so lonely and i can't do anything about it. i feel&lt;br /&gt;like i'm pleading and it's horrible. i really want to go out&lt;br /&gt;and drink my whole entire sorrow away and puke it all out, flush it&lt;br /&gt;and never look back. wouldn't life be so easy if you could do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:3563</id>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-10T10:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T17:42:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T17:42:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hot water music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/mikeandi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;What could I ever run to&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me it's tearing you apart&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you cannot sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm real content right now. I fell asleep on the phone lastnight while conversing with Cody, he called back at 3:30 and my mom picked up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to do something today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/bathrooooum.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/cyclopes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/skullllztuff.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/nomonroe.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/iliketrees.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:3095</id>
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    <title>i want to be the surgeon that cuts you open &amp; fixes all of life's mistakes</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T07:33:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T07:33:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jurassic.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;she'll pretend that&lt;br /&gt;well she's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;so far and clear&lt;br /&gt;about 2000 miles&lt;br /&gt;from here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is pretty weird right now.. but yet, really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt; i went to nanaimo and shared a smoke with a nice boy, a very nice boy. then, i pretty much walked from aj's to the woodgrove because he wasn't home when he said he probably would be. then, i walked around the woodgrove for about 3 hours, cought the bus to the country club mall, and then i walked to the cavalotti and danced my butt off. anna, steve and i went back to her house, played a cool asian dancing game and started watching a movie. i took my shoes off and drifted in and out of sleep, anna woke me up, and i fell back asleep about 5 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt; i got up around 9 and anna and i ate cereal, and then i had a shower and we watched jumungi(sp?) and i cought the bus to meet up with nicole back at the woodgrove mall. we walked around alot, i met new friends. i met up with aj and i was all, "yo i need my pants" and so i just hung out with him and plans kept changing and falling throgh. dana gave me bus fair, when i didn't catch the bus with her. i'll give it back to her. aj and i left the mall with brittany and curt and went to their band practice and i sat, somewhat in a daze. kind of upset, kind of thinking of why he kept looking at me. we ended up arguing some, and then angie drove him and i back to his house. it was all awkward, and we cuddled and whatever, then we fought alot and it ended in, "goodbye" and me walking away crying really hard.. i had to use his phone so i walked back and he was sitting on the trail all upset, i consoled him and told him i was sorry for ever meeting him and putting him through this. we went back to his house, i used the phone.. then we cuddled and talked some more and he walked me to meet up with my mom. i ended up crying for like 45 minutes in the car and then i just fell asleep and forgot about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday&lt;/b&gt; loryn came over and i was a bitch all day because i was upset. i was mean to my mom, on mother day.. oh, and i went to the beach and attempted to swim but i was kind of cold. happy birthday sheena.. ashley came to pick me up and we went to her friend tara's and played and drank and i made new friends. got home around 10, cody called. cody and i talked on the phone really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday&lt;/b&gt; i slept in real late and then i talked to cody lots. and i didn't really do anything. i stole chocolate from superstore and smoked a ciggarette or two, and i watched jurassic park 3 and the bachelor and now i'm watching the lost world. i'm talking to cody. and we're making plans for friday.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-04T11:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T18:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T18:05:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>beastie boys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;My uncle just gave me a ciggarette and it was pretty much the weirdest thing, ever!&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:2645</id>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-02T13:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T20:42:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T20:57:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bloc party</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't got the time to remember how it was&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold in this house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick and I don't like it at all. My nose is stuffy and my shoulder hurts alot from falling asleep on it and sleeping in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish things would go back to how they used to be.. I really miss being content and happy with that one person and it didn't matter then taking it for granted and then it fucking up and never really happening again. I know you wont probably read this unless you're really curious or something and look at my livejournal because you still care or something like that.. but I love you.. alot. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need to do something. I need to get this weight off my shoulders and do something exciting, something different. By that I mean not getting drunk and stumbling home and finding new places, I want to go somewhere really pretty, somewhere new..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like drinking poison, like eating glass&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-01T23:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T06:35:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T06:35:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; the last week has been &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've consumed so much rap, beer, and naked girls more than i ever have, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could be with the person i want to be with.. i love him.. he loves me.. but we can't be together? i hate it, i hate hate hate hate hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i space jam.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:2243</id>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-05-01T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T00:34:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T00:34:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love nicole.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cellardoorrr:1921</id>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-04-24T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-24T21:47:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-24T21:47:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/coralpark.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like that, he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not at home, so don't call there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love love love love love&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-04-23T23:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-24T06:23:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-24T06:23:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i miss you.</content>
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    <title>dont let the world bring you down, not everyone is that fucked up and cold</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T08:06:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T08:32:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bloc Party</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;You really suffer for it&lt;br /&gt;You really suffer for your art&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a martyr for it&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a martyr for the cause&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes tell it&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink to laugh&lt;br /&gt;You drink to cry&lt;br /&gt;You wear me in&lt;br /&gt;You wear me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was really great. I went over to the apartment and Katelyn, Kensey and I played badminton, and then Andy Mcbeer joined in and it was really fun, and warm out! Lots of people looked at us strangely, but oh well, we were having fun fun fun in the sun sun sun! We got tired, and too hot so we went inside and sat around and watched tv for a bit then Jamie came home and wanted to play badminton, so I said I would. We moved the net into the shade, and played. I won the first game, and lost the second. We decided we'd go shopping, but as soon as we were leaving the driveway, Cam and Amanda showed up so we had a game of badminton against eachother and it was fun. I'm pretty sure Jamie and I lost because he has fat arms. Amanda wanted to go and see the alpacas so we drove to Amanda's house and got her brother to come with us to see our furry friends. It was a nice walk, really pretty out. We played with the alpacas for a while and Jamie and I convinced Brad to jump over the fence but he got scared and came back over. Amanda is a sicko who likes to pretend the alpacas are eating her penis and her poo! SICK, but she's real cute and I like her. Amanda and I are going to invest in some alpacas and it'll be really fun. I hate one of them so bad, it's so ugly and a big jerk. I hope he gets his fur taken away and he dies because he gets too cold. Jamie was being all sorts of different kinds of dinosaurs on the walk back, it was kind of really ugly, but funny.&lt;br /&gt;I got picked up, we went to Extra Foods and then Emily and I met up and we bought slushies and went to go lay in a field, but decided to go play in a park.. then, we didn't play in the park and we watched Benson fence and it was quiet interesting. We don't understand that stupid game. This boy was complaining about how the apartyment keeps his mother up until late hours of the night, it was funny and I wanted to be mean so I told girls to put some clothes on and one of the boys told me to get some clothes on, wtf.. excccccccise me. Whatever, he was a stupid skater jerk anyways. Emily asked me if I would like to come over and watch a film with her, so that I did. It was a really &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;horrible&lt;/b&gt; movie, don't ever watch The Art Of Woo, you'll puke your guts out it's so bad. We cuddled, and talked and she hit me int he head really hard with a remote control and then we layed on her driveway, it was such a warm night, so nice, so calm.. so much like summer, it almost made me want to cry it was so nice out. We talked about love, and how it's better to of had something, then nothing at all or else you'd still be wondering, and wondering is never good for the mind when really you should be getting on with your life. &lt;br /&gt;It's suppost to be 22 outside on Saturday. I want someone special to come play so we can go to the ocean and build sand castles and laugh and splash water at eachother. I love Emily and I really like nights like these. &lt;br /&gt;It's weird, knowing someone for such a short time, but already really adoring them and you're so grateful for knowing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was a robot cloud and I got really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures in the morning of yet another pretty day.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>I guess we’ll just have to adjust</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T06:44:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T11:50:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Arcade Fire</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;They say it fades if you let it, &lt;br /&gt;love was made to forget it. &lt;br /&gt;I carved your name across my eyelids, &lt;br /&gt;you pray for rain I pray for blindness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;the crown of love has fallen from me. &lt;br /&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;because the spark is not within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuffed it out before my mom walked in my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that you keep changin’ &lt;br /&gt;is your name, my love keeps growin’ &lt;br /&gt;still the same, just like a cancer, &lt;br /&gt;and you won’t give me a straight answer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;the crown of love has fallen from me. &lt;br /&gt;If you still want me please forgive me &lt;br /&gt;because your hands are not upon me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged them off before my mom walked in my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pains of love, and they keep growin’, &lt;br /&gt;in my heart there’s flowers growin’ &lt;br /&gt;on the grave of our old love, &lt;br /&gt;since you gave me a straight answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;the crown of love is not upon me &lt;br /&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;cause this crown is not within me. &lt;br /&gt;it’s not within me, it’s not within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be the one, &lt;br /&gt;you gotta be the way, &lt;br /&gt;your name is the only word that I can say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be the one, &lt;br /&gt;you gotta be the way, &lt;br /&gt;your name is the only word, &lt;br /&gt;the only word that I can say!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the end of the novel, that you've been dying to read, and you cannot put it down.. but near the end, you know it's the end.. but you'd like to keep reading, but it's the end so you cannot go any further, it just isn't possible. Unless you pretend there is more of it, when really, there isn't.. so you make up more story.. The book is done, it's over. You can read it again, you can remember the parts.. but it wont be the same like the first time, so exciting, so new.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is EXACTLY what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely. I hope Sheena and I end up going to the beach tonight. It'd be nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(4:36 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got in from watching half a movie with my grandpa, it was a really good movie. Before hand, I jumped out of my window and walked to meet Matt up at our meeting spot. We ended up going to the water tower and talking alot and looking up at the sky and I was speaking in such beautiful metaphors, he was impressed. We came to the conclusion that I should most likely publish a book on why to write metaphorical sayings when you're pissed off because they come off as so blunt and amazing. The air was thin tonight, it stabbed your lungs like a billion tiny shards of glass. It was nice, something real for a change. We told eachother scary stories, and talked alot about life, and what if there is another place, just like this.. somewhere else. We talked about camping, meaningless ramblings that probably will not turn into reality. We're going to go down to "The Stove" "The House On The Dyke" tommorow and break in and explore. It's going to be weird..&lt;br /&gt;We watched the stars forever, and made wishes that most likely will not come true on shooting stars that may have just been my eyes playing tricks on me.. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;If my sister, and my ex boyfriend, the boy whom I still love.. if they ever got together, I think I'd puke, every time I thought about it. It really bugs me, I think I'll get mad at her tommorow or something. Hit her right in the face with the whole, "what the hell is the matter with you?" I really hope that their not totally going to pork behind my back. Ewe, it makes me so grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see mr. Jason Wheeler in 8 days, I'm really excited. Then, the day after, I'm going down to Nanaimo to see the lovely Jesse Heglin and we will be getting crunk and going to a free show and then fucking shit up or something. I'm going to drink drink drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you still want me, please forgive me because your hands are not upon me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>cellardoorrr @ 2005-04-19T22:06:00</title>
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    <lj:music>The Misfits</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/monroooeoeee.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was so pretty out and Jamie, Katelyn, Kaleigh and I all walked to the beach. The walk was really nice, we went through trails and we raced. Jamie and I lost, and we even ran! I guess those girls are just way too fast for us. We then made new friends, Alpacas!!!! SOOOO CUTE!!! Us girls played in the water, or just took our shoes off and stood in the ocean while Jamie totally almost hit us with rocks. The walk back was horrible, and the girls got blisters and my legs just hurt alot. Jamie drove me home and I went and got my monroe re pierced then I sat around being really lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want Matt and Andrew to come over and hang out for a bit, I'm lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around tonight and played at a park by myself, it was nice. I love just walking by myself and discovering pretty places that I just have to show someone someday nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aj and I made plans to bike and go to Quadra Island and camp. It would be lots of fun, even if we didn't bike and just camped out under the stars, with the smell of salt water. They aren't official, but I hope they work out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/katelynlovesalpacas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/kaleighgotscared.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/ctrlaltelite/jamieisstupid.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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