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  <title>tatum joelle</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 06:07:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>October 22, 2000</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;today is five years. . . its so weird to look back and realize that you have lived without this person for so long. i want to be as brave as he was at 15.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 03:57:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>there is no such thing as a livejournal cut in my world . . PICTURES.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/jo_elle/100_0043.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;thaaaaat&apos;s me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/jo_elle/100_0048.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;it&apos;s potty time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/jo_elle/jonjo2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;joanne [roommate] annnnnnd myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/jo_elle/icecream2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i la la la looooooove being drunk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;enjoy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2005 04:09:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i really dont understand people. . . i tell a friend i think its a bad idea that she wants to take drugs[speed] and then she gets mad at me for caring. then everyone is against me . . . im sorry if i had to many people in my life that were close to me and cared SO much about died [from different reasons] . . . next time . . . well there wont be a next time, i just wont care if that is what she wants.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2005 00:37:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt; So, I don’t know exactly why I stopped writing in this journal, but I did. It could be because I didn’t have a way to write in it but that was only for a month, but what has stopped me now?! Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is a little update on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt;  i’m moving to huntington beach on the 15th of jan. [everyone should come and visit me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; I still don’t have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; I bust my ass working two jobs which means I barely have time breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; life is going by so fast I cant even enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; I wish _________ and I had the same friendship we use to have and it kills me that she is dying inside and there is nothing I can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a surprise more negatives that pluses figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I still read my friends list so just because I do write in mine often or comment I still read. Ill get better.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2004 21:03:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>one tree hill.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt; how do we become so &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;b r o k e n&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/font&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;the people that we &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, dont love us back.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2004 05:26:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>la la la . . . im back?</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v21/smudgedeyeliner/jv.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joelle and vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i got a new layout and new icons!</description>
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  <lj:music>to die for - in the heat of the night</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">to die for - in the heat of the night</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2004 23:29:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>story time everyone.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her 5 -year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard the train stop and her son saying, &quot;All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now... cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses on the train...cause we&apos;re going down the tracks.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrified mother went in and told her son, &quot;We don&apos;t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train...but I want you to use nice language.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, the boy came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say... &quot;All passengers, please remember your things, thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard her little darling continue...&quot;For those of you just boarding, remember, there is no smoking in the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mother began to smile, the child added, &quot;For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen...&quot;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2004 20:56:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what&apos;s new?!</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;So, yeah work has taken over my life. &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . and today I got locked in a freezer.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 20:45:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>all she wants was to be known and feel special.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;everyone wants to be known for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this true?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;because if your not known for something, who are you?&lt;/i&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . to me?! your the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>brand new.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">brand new.</media:title>
  <lj:mood>curious</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2004 01:52:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s.&lt;/b&gt; i don&apos;t know if you care or even cared in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buuuuuut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my keys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2004 03:37:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it was going good then this.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;i dont know either to be pissed or what because i didnt really like the damn thing it was basically dead and i wanted to sell it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the FUCK are you suppose to sell a car without the keys.[and yes, my house keys too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yep i &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; lost my damn keys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking joelle, what the fuck did you do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it all to hell . . . . i suck at life.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>stressed</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2004 09:46:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;i &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; to think&lt;br /&gt;but what if &lt;br /&gt;you were mine&lt;br /&gt;would i be happy?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt cry&lt;br /&gt;and to think&lt;br /&gt;all of this wouldnt work&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;d like to dream &lt;br /&gt;and wonder how i would feel&lt;br /&gt;being yours&lt;/font&gt;</description>
  <lj:music>maroon 5</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2004 21:13:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>so yeaaaaaah</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;i guess i didnt get the memo that is was the cool thing now to be mean to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i found out why micheal jackson always wears the doctors mask. so i guess since he has had like 87356476 operations on his nose [ it like feel off ] so now he has like a clip on nose so when he weres the mask he doesnt have the nose on, so he can breath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was kinda . . . weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2004 08:39:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i can trust you to keep a secrect</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;I think that it&apos;s hard to understand many things about life, or in life even. The way relationships don&apos;t work out, the way feelings change, and the way people die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me: &lt;/font&gt; people are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me: &lt;/font&gt; the way the think and how they can you hurt you and not feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;yeah it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;. . . i know its random but i was just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy: &lt;/font&gt; no i know how it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;exactly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;i never know how people can hurt each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:&lt;/font&gt; it&apos;s like would you want someone to treat you the way your treating me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;yeah that&apos;s why i never treat anyone badly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy: &lt;/font&gt; except if there treating me like crap then i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;sometimes when bad people get hurt it makes me feel god in a way which is totally bad. . . but its like wow know you know how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;yeah me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;it&apos;s like i feel gulity for being happy about them getting hurt but it&apos;s like damn they needed a wake up call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;exactly. That is way i try to make everyone even if i can&apos;t help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy: &lt;/font&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;i think everyone needs a wake up call every once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me: &lt;/font&gt; and i also think it is funny how people say i didn&apos;t mean to hurt you, but whatever they did they still did it and they had to think about it and one point or another. and when they still are doing that &lt;b&gt;thing&lt;/b&gt; that they didnt mean to do in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;yeah i never understand that i will never hurt you and then they end up hurting you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:&lt;/font&gt; i never get why friends do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me: &lt;/font&gt; me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; its like you think you know who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;i think losing trust is like the worst thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;yeah me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;because if there is no trust what is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;yeah so true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;i am a big believer of trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; oh yeah me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;and if i loose that at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:&lt;/font&gt; it&apos;s hard for me to trust  again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me: &lt;/font&gt; oh ya very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:  &lt;/font&gt;it scares me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy :  &lt;/font&gt;yeah me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;cause once that happens with one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy:  &lt;/font&gt;it makes me think i can&apos;t trust anyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;wendy: &lt;/font&gt; and question everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me: &lt;/font&gt; especially if its the person you trusted most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;trust:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;reliance:&lt;/u&gt; confidence in and reliance on good qualities, especially fairness, truth, honor, or ability&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;care:&lt;/u&gt; responsibility for taking good care of somebody or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;position of obligation:&lt;/u&gt; the position of somebody who is expected by others to behave responsibly or honorably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;something in which confidence is placed:&lt;/u&gt; somebody who or something that people place confidence or faith in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hurt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;pain:&lt;/u&gt; emotional or mental pain or suffering &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;injury:&lt;/u&gt; an injury or wound, whether emotional or physical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;upset:&lt;/u&gt; feeling or showing emotional pain or suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny the way things work out &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>no doubt</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">no doubt</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2004 10:43:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!. &amp;lt;333</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;my life is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;s l o w l y&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this feeling. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don&apos;t mess it up joelle.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2004 09:14:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>random?! YES!</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;soooo ummm, HOMEGROWN changed they name to &lt;b&gt;UGLY&lt;/b&gt; or something about &lt;b&gt;UGLY&lt;/b&gt; is Bob Herco from the original Home Grown. hmm . . .can someone clear this up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news i uploaded my aim and i have to say im quite impressed with it . . . its neat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>lilo &amp; stitch</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2004 01:33:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&amp;lt;/3</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;don&apos;t you &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;LOVE&lt;/font&gt; the way you make me feel useless, well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you pround of yourself?!&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2004 07:30:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;This was my weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; My aunt moved out of my house [fuck yessss, that lady was fucking crazy . . . for reals]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; went to see &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Big Fish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. that movie was &lt;b&gt;AMAZING&lt;/b&gt; [go see it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[-]&lt;/b&gt; went to &lt;b&gt;All About Coffee&lt;/b&gt;  to see &lt;i&gt;Rock Kills Kid&lt;/i&gt; but they NEVER shower up. The only plus about this was that we saw some familiar faces. Chatted it up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; went to Denny&apos;s and pigged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; went to Vanessa house for a little bit&lt;br /&gt;[a picture of us at the coffee house and a picture of the potato head we played with]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/shesinabox/ajv.jpg&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the one on the left and Vanessa made the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/shesinabox/potatoheads.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those of you who don&apos;t have Vanessa on your list this is the note we left &lt;b&gt;Rock Kills Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/shesinabox/lettertorkk.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it reads: &lt;i&gt; Dear Rock Kills Kid; We&apos;ve been waiting here for four hours and we just want to let you know you&apos;re &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; most irresponsible band we&apos;ve ever come across. Thanks for letting us down! =) ps; And you wonder why people hate you. Oh and we left a message with Fearless about you.&amp;lt;/u&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey what can you do . .we were pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; went to a bridal fashion show [tons of fun. i want to get married now. all i need is a nice boy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; eat pizza with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[-]&lt;/b&gt; came home to my mom and brother outside. They we stuck from two till i got home at eight thirty or so. [it was so sad] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; went to a party with ALISHA to Rion from &lt;b&gt;The Fictions&lt;/b&gt; going away party. i had SO much fun. everyone was SO nice . . . maybe expect these two girls. Grr. [these are the type of people that I need to surround myself with. I was happy and laughing the whole time. aww i love making new friends]&lt;br /&gt;·	the &lt;b&gt;A-team&lt;/b&gt; was the game of the night. Haha&lt;br /&gt;·	&lt;b&gt;Smile, The Kinks,&lt;/b&gt; and few others I don&apos;t remember was the music of the night.&lt;br /&gt;·	&lt;b&gt;Josh, Rion, and Juan&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;b&gt;The Fictions&lt;/b&gt; sang &lt;i&gt;across the universe by The Beatles&lt;/i&gt;, it was the cutest thing EVER. &lt;br /&gt;·	Aww, Rion said the nicest thing to me . . .&lt;i&gt;&quot;aww, a beautiful girl like you doesn&apos;t have a boyfriend.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; haha i dunno it was nice. Oh and he named my purse toby&lt;br /&gt;·	I got a splinter in my middle finger and i&apos;m sewing Alisha. [hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[-]&lt;/b&gt; on our way home alisha and I almost died . . . of a heartache. Some fucker[s] put a Christmas tree and cones on the freeway . . . OMG I didn&apos;t see it and swerved right now time. it looked like &lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v35/shesinabox/freeway.bmp&quot;&gt; okay not quite like this but you get the idea. : ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[+]&lt;/b&gt; relaxed ALL day. : ]&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2004 22:31:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>don&apos;t complain</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;so yeah, a friend of mine from high school, mike . . . well he was murdered on new years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was only 20 . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out in target [how fucking great is that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t even cry. [i just want to hit someone. can i hit you?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always say why does god take out the good people from the world when there is SO few of them.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2004 21:05:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 25 most dangerous cities in america...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01&lt;/b&gt; Detroit, MI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02&lt;/b&gt; St. Louis, MO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03&lt;/b&gt; Atlanta, GA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04&lt;/b&gt; Camden, NJ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05&lt;/b&gt; Washington, DC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;06&lt;/b&gt; Compton, CA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07&lt;/b&gt; Dayton, OH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08&lt;/b&gt; Baltimore, MD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09&lt;/b&gt; Tampa, FL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; Gary, IN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; Memphis, TN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt; North Charleston, SC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt; New Orleans, LA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt; Richmond, VA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; Trenton, NJ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt; Jackson, MS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; Cincinnati, OH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; Youngstown, OH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19&lt;/b&gt; Cleveland, OH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; Springfield, MA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt; Oakland, CA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22&lt;/b&gt; Birmingham, AL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23&lt;/b&gt; Miami, FL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt; Richmond, CA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; Reading, PA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, I tell you. &lt;b&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2004 23:32:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;awww, i love jenn so much. this made me laugh and i wanted to share. soooo. . . . enjoy. : ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn:&lt;/font&gt; hehe youre too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; noooo you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn:&lt;/font&gt; you make me laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn: &lt;/font&gt;its mary lou&apos;s bday right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn:&lt;/font&gt; hold need more ceral &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn: &lt;/font&gt;how do spell ceral &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn:&lt;/font&gt; that doesnt look right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn:&lt;/font&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; its cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn: &lt;/font&gt;right just realized that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ffff&quot;&gt;jenn:&lt;/font&gt; lol  thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; omg i couldnt stop laughing that was sooo funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;me:&lt;/font&gt; you&apos;re welcome&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name : &lt;/b&gt; Tatum Joelle Sanon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like it? &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicknames : &lt;/b&gt; JOJO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Screen names : &lt;/b&gt; shes in a box &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age : &lt;/b&gt; 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday : &lt;/b&gt; October 17, 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sign : &lt;/b&gt; Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location : &lt;/b&gt; Rancho Cucamonga, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;School : &lt;/b&gt; Fullerton Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status : &lt;/b&gt; Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crush : &lt;/b&gt; maaaaaybeeee. . shhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgin? &lt;/b&gt; . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natural hair color : &lt;/b&gt; Dark broooooown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current hair color : &lt;/b&gt; Dark Brooooown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eye color : &lt;/b&gt; Brooooown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height : &lt;/b&gt; 5&apos;1.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthplace : &lt;/b&gt; Pasadena, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoe size : &lt;/b&gt; 7 or 7.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Family ; &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Parents : &lt;/b&gt;  Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Siblings : &lt;/b&gt;  Two, Stanley and Garry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Live with : &lt;/b&gt;  Mom, Brother and others who don&apos;t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Favorite relative : &lt;/b&gt; All the girl cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Favorites ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Number : &lt;/b&gt; Who has a favorite number?! What is the point of it? Someone tell me…please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Color : &lt;/b&gt;  Black, pink, yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Day : &lt;/b&gt;  Friday, and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Month : &lt;/b&gt;  December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Song : &lt;/b&gt; the new Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Movie : &lt;/b&gt; Too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Food : &lt;/b&gt; Pizza. Chicken Caesar Salads. Mrs. Balarezo&apos;s tuna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Band : &lt;/b&gt;  Too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Season : &lt;/b&gt; Winter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sport : &lt;/b&gt; Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Class : &lt;/b&gt;  Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Teacher : &lt;/b&gt;  Mrs. Hampton second and part of sixth before my mom made me move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Drink : &lt;/b&gt;  Water. Cherry coke. Dr. Pepper. Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Veggie : &lt;/b&gt;  . . . . . &lt;br /&gt;TV Show : &amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; Will &amp; Grace. Friends. The Gilmore Girls. The Family Guy. I Love Lucy. Boy Meets World. ER. Basically, anything on The Disney Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Radio Station : &lt;/b&gt;  I hate the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Store : &lt;/b&gt;  I don&apos;t know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Word : &lt;/b&gt;  What the fuck. YO. Sup. Nice. Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Animal : &lt;/b&gt;  Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Flower : &lt;/b&gt; Roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; State : &lt;/b&gt; California. New York. Anywhere it snows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; This or that ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Me/You: &lt;/b&gt; You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Coke/pepsi : &lt;/b&gt; Cherry coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Day/night : &lt;/b&gt; Night all the waaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Aol/aim : &lt;/b&gt; umm . . . either is fine. I have aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cd/cassette : &lt;/b&gt; CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dvd/vhs : &lt;/b&gt; DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Jeans/khakis : &lt;/b&gt; Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Car/truck : &lt;/b&gt; Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tall/short : &lt;/b&gt; Tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Lunch/dinner : &lt;/b&gt; Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Gap/Old Navy : &lt;/b&gt; Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Lipstick/Lipgloss : &lt;/b&gt;  Lipgloss is meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Silver/Gold : &lt;/b&gt; Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Alcohol/Weed : &lt;/b&gt;  Alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Love and relationships ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you have a bf/gf: &lt;/b&gt;  Not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you have a crush? &lt;/b&gt; . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; How long have you liked him/her? &lt;/b&gt;  . . . . . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Why do you like this person? &lt;/b&gt;  . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; If you&apos;re single... why are you single? &lt;/b&gt;  Not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; How long was your longest relationship? &lt;/b&gt;  Six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; How long was your shortest relationship? &lt;/b&gt;  Three weeks. [what a waste of time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who was your first love? &lt;/b&gt;  . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What do you miss about them? &lt;/b&gt;  . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; The past ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What is the one thing you would change about your past? &lt;/b&gt; I would Take more chances  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last thing you heard : &lt;/b&gt;  Stanley talking over my tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last thing you saw : &lt;/b&gt; The tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last thing you said : &lt;/b&gt; &quot;Damn it why can&apos;t I remember. . . SHIT&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who is the last person you saw? &lt;/b&gt;  Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who is the last person you kissed? &lt;/b&gt; . . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who is the last person you hugged? &lt;/b&gt;  Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who is the last person you fought with? &lt;/b&gt; . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who is the last person you were on the phone with? &lt;/b&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What is the last TV show you saw? &lt;/b&gt;  A Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What is the last song you heard? &lt;/b&gt;  . . . . . .I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; The present ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What are you wearing? &lt;/b&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What are you doing? &lt;/b&gt;  Filling this thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who are you talking to? &lt;/b&gt; NO one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What song are you listening to? &lt;/b&gt; the tv [A Christmas Story] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; Where are you? &lt;/b&gt; The front room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Are you online? &lt;/b&gt;  &quot;OKAY YA, SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET RID OF THIS. IT&apos;S LAME.&quot; - vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; How are you feeling? &lt;/b&gt;  Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Are you in a chatroom? &lt;/b&gt;  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Future ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What day is it tomorrow? &lt;/b&gt;  Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What are you going to do after this? How old will you be when you graduate? &lt;/b&gt; I graduated high school at the age of eighteen and I have NO clue what i&apos;m going to do after this . . .. i haven&apos;t thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What do you wanna be? &lt;/b&gt; I want to be a teacher . . .I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Where will you be in 25 years? &lt;/b&gt; Hopefully doing something meaningful and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have you ever ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Drank? &lt;/b&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Smoked? &lt;/b&gt;  Just cigarettes and weed [weed never again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Had sex? &lt;/b&gt;  . . . . . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Stolen? &lt;/b&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Done anything illegal? &lt;/b&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wanted to die? &lt;/b&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hit someone? &lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Other ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you write in cursive or print? &lt;/b&gt;  Print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Are you a lefty or a righty? &lt;/b&gt; Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What is your sexual preference? &lt;/b&gt;  Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What piercings do you have? &lt;/b&gt;  Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Any tattoos? &lt;/b&gt;  No, but I will someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you drive? &lt;/b&gt; &quot;beep beep, who&apos;s got the keys to my jeep, vooooooom&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you have glasses or braces? &lt;/b&gt;  I have glasses but they are reading ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Physical appearance ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What do you most like about your body? &lt;/b&gt;  Hair. Eyebrows. Lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; And least? &lt;/b&gt;  I want to be skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; How many fillings do you have? &lt;/b&gt; Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you think you&apos;re good looking? &lt;/b&gt; Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do other people often tell you that you&apos;re good-looking? &lt;/b&gt;  Yes . . . but they are blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you look like any celebrities? &lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Fashion ; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do you wear a watch? &lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; How many coats and jackets do you own? &lt;/b&gt;. . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Favorite pants/skirt color? &lt;/b&gt; Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; most expensive item of clothing? &lt;/b&gt; Not Suuuuure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Most treasured? &lt;/b&gt; I don&apos;t &quot;treasure&quot; any of my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; What kind of shoes do you wear? &lt;/b&gt;  Converse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Describe your style in one word : &lt;/b&gt;  Me.</description>
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  <lj:music>breath on me</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>calm</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2004 11:45:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just a thought</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;static in my laundry just annoys the shit out of me sometimes. once i went to school with a sock in my hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;NUMBER OF... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: piercings &lt;/b&gt; = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: tattoos&lt;/b&gt; = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: height &lt;/b&gt;= 5&apos;1&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: shoe size &lt;/b&gt;= 7 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: hair color &lt;/b&gt;= dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: siblings&lt;/b&gt; = 29 and 14 year old brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: movie you rented&lt;/b&gt; =  the hot chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: movie you bought &lt;/b&gt;= haha. I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: song you listened to&lt;/b&gt; = don&apos;t remember. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: song that was stuck in your head&lt;/b&gt; = the newest &lt;i&gt;Brand New&lt;/i&gt; song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: cd you bought&lt;/b&gt; = . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: cd you listened to&lt;/b&gt; = a mixed cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: person you&apos;ve called&lt;/b&gt; = vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: person that&apos;s called you &lt;/b&gt;= vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: tv show you&apos;ve watched&lt;/b&gt; = A CHRISTMAS STORY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: person you were thinking of&lt;/b&gt; = . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: friend you made&lt;/b&gt; = Charlie and Candice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you have a crush on someone&lt;/b&gt; = not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you wish you could live somewhere else&lt;/b&gt;  = yesss. New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: think about suicide&lt;/b&gt; = i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you believe in online dating &lt;/b&gt;= not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: others find you attractive &lt;/b&gt;= i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you want more piercings &lt;/b&gt;= yes...very much so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you drink &lt;/b&gt;= not often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you do drugs &lt;/b&gt;= nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you smoke &lt;/b&gt;= not often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you like cleaning&lt;/b&gt; = sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you like roller coasters &lt;/b&gt;= love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: you write in cursive or print&lt;/b&gt; = print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: food&lt;/b&gt; = pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: song &lt;/b&gt;= . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: thing to do &lt;/b&gt;=  laugh, smile, being happy, dancing, singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: thing to talk about&lt;/b&gt; = love, life, and music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: sports &lt;/b&gt;= soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: drinks &lt;/b&gt;= iced tea, 7up, sprite, dr. pepper, wild cherry pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: clothes &lt;/b&gt;= jackets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: movies&lt;/b&gt; = indie films, scary films and girly films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: singer &lt;/b&gt;=  . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: holiday&lt;/b&gt; = Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE YOU... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: ever cried over a girl&lt;/b&gt; = yes...missing my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: ever cried over a boy&lt;/b&gt; = nope…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: ever lied to someone&lt;/b&gt; = yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: ever been in a fist fight &lt;/b&gt;= not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: ever been arrested &lt;/b&gt;= nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: shampoo do you use &lt;/b&gt;= the one my mom buys. . i&apos;m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: shoes do you wear &lt;/b&gt;= most of the time converse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: are you scared of&lt;/b&gt; = . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of times I have been in love? &lt;/b&gt; = zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of times I have had my heart broken? &lt;/b&gt;= way too many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of hearts I have broken? &lt;/b&gt;= I&apos;m not sure . . . a few I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of girls I have kissed? &lt;/b&gt;= 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of boys I have kissed? &lt;/b&gt;= a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of girls I&apos;ve slept with? &lt;/b&gt; = slumber parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of boys I&apos;ve slept with? &lt;/b&gt; = slumber parties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of drugs taken illegally? &lt;/b&gt; = one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends? &lt;/b&gt;= 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of people I consider my enemies? &lt;/b&gt; = 3 or 4? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of times my name has appeared in the newspaper&lt;/b&gt; = a few I&apos;m not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of scars on my body? &lt;/b&gt; = . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: of things in my past that I regret? &lt;/b&gt; = i try not to live my life with regrets...but i&apos;d have to say maybe 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: disney movie &lt;/b&gt;= little mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: word&lt;/b&gt; =  What The Fuck. YO. Sup. Nice. Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: nickname&lt;/b&gt; = JOJO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: guy name &lt;/b&gt;=  . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: girl name&lt;/b&gt; = . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: eye color &lt;/b&gt;= brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: flower&lt;/b&gt; = rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: piercing &lt;/b&gt;= lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: actor&lt;/b&gt; = . . . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: actress&lt;/b&gt; = . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: pretty &lt;/b&gt;= sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: funny &lt;/b&gt;= yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: hot&lt;/b&gt; = i don&apos;t like that word when it has to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: friendly &lt;/b&gt;= very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: amusing &lt;/b&gt;= to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: ugly &lt;/b&gt;= sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: loveable&lt;/b&gt; = yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: caring&lt;/b&gt; = too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: sweet&lt;/b&gt; = very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:x: dorky &lt;/b&gt;= YES. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Wallet&lt;/b&gt; - black with red stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Hairbrush&lt;/b&gt; - pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Toothbrush&lt;/b&gt; - spin pro brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Jewelry worn daily &lt;/b&gt;- my watch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Pillow cover &lt;/b&gt;- white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Blanket&lt;/b&gt; - black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Coffee cup&lt;/b&gt; - pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Sunglasses &lt;/b&gt;- bro looking ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Underwear&lt;/b&gt; - . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Favorite shirt&lt;/b&gt; - . . . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Perfume/cologne&lt;/b&gt;- AS LONG AS IT SMELLS GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] CD in stereo right now&lt;/b&gt; - a mixed cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Tattoos&lt;/b&gt; - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Piercings &lt;/b&gt; - ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] What you are wearing now&lt;/b&gt; - …..nothing. ; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] In my mouth&lt;/b&gt; - teeeeeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] In my head&lt;/b&gt; - so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Wishing&lt;/b&gt; - i had something fun to do today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] After this &lt;/b&gt;- probably going to eaaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Fetishes&lt;/b&gt; - sssssssssh it a secret. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Person you wish you could see right now&lt;/b&gt; - Chris! Or Ryan! OR _ _ _ _ _!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Is next to you right now&lt;/b&gt; - the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Something you&apos;re looking forward to in the upcoming month&lt;/b&gt;having a job and happiness all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] The last thing you ate&lt;/b&gt; - cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Something that you are deathly afraid of&lt;/b&gt; . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Do you like candles &lt;/b&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Do you like the taste of blood&lt;/b&gt; - maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in love&lt;/b&gt; - yes of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in soul mates&lt;/b&gt; - definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in Heaven&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] What do you want done with your body when you die&lt;/b&gt; - not suuuuuuure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be &lt;/b&gt;- a ferrit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] What is the latest you&apos;ve ever stayed up &lt;/b&gt;- 42 hours I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] Can you eat with chopsticks&lt;/b&gt; - I suuuuuuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] What&apos;s your favorite coin&lt;/b&gt; - quarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] What are some of your favorite candies&lt;/b&gt; - too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] What&apos;s something that you wish people would understand? &lt;/b&gt; - that having an open mind is so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ x ] What&apos;s something you wish you could understand better&lt;/b&gt; - why people are the way they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; [ x ] Who is someone that you really wish was still around &lt;/b&gt;- Geremy Molter. r.i.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2004 01:59:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>different in a good way.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;fuck what joelle thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck how joelle feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who cares what joelle thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who care how joelle feels &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL FUCK YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH OF THIS, STARTING. . . . &lt;b&gt;NOW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
  <lj:mood>pissed off</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2003 21:46:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&amp;lt;3.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;guess what i just got?!  . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s right the new &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnnnnnnnnnd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;b&gt;Ventie Caramel Macchiato&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;with extra caramel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least pretend to be. ; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 bands you&apos;ve been listening a lot to lately: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; The Blood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt; The Sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  &lt;/b&gt; Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt; No Doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt; Dead Poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt;Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. &lt;/b&gt; Primadonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &lt;/b&gt;Damone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09 things you look forward to: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;getting a new car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;finding a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; being happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt; meeting new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt; [fill in blank] . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt; taking more chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt; seeing old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt; finding someone to call my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. &lt;/b&gt; the next time i pee my pants from laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 things you like to wear: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; my sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; scarves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt; my cute jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt; my watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt; my cool socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt;my black studded belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt; a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07 things that annoy you: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; being bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; stuck up scenesters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt; heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt; bad hair days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt; bad smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;06 things you say most days:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt; im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt; nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05 things you do everyday: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; listen to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; over analyze everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; think about certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt; laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt; smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04 people you want to spend more time with: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there are honestly way to many people to list here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03 movies you could watch over and over again: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; drew berrymore movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; a Christmas story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; girls just want to have fun . . . there&apos;s lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02 of your favorite songs at the moment: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;  any new Britney Spears song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; hmmm. . .not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01 person you could spend the rest of your life with: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; i wish i knew. &lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>bouncy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2003 10:30:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;pain:&lt;/b&gt;emotional distress: severe emotional or mental distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to see anyone in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be a part of the reason that someone is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be the reason someone is it pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes I feel like i&apos;m wasting every day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>boy meets world</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">boy meets world</media:title>
  <lj:mood>cold</lj:mood>
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