<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<!-- If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/ -->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:lj="http://www.livejournal.com">
  <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream</id>
  <title>Cynical Rantings</title>
  <subtitle>Let the madness ensue</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Ashley</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2009-12-22T00:33:01Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="14133830" username="fevereddream" type="personal"/>
  <link rel="service.feed" type="application/x.atom+xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom" title="Cynical Rantings"/>
  <link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/"/>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:6179</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/6179.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=6179"/>
    <title>Can't get a break....</title>
    <published>2009-12-22T00:33:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-22T00:33:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, my life is just one huge roller coaster. Not the fun ones. It is one of those old wooden ones with all the ups and downs. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a job that pays well, and is in the field I want to be in and it turns out that the company is unethical, and abusive to their employees. They also overwork them for the holidays. My anxiety was getting so bad that I was having panic attacks again. When I tried to go to my manager to talk to her about it she said, and I quote, &amp;quot;Well, you wouldn't have anxiety if you did your job right&amp;quot;. A few days later, I quit. Luckily I had a good bit of money at the time and could afford to pay my bills for a little while, while I tried to find another job. I am running out of money now, and I am in a lease for a year that it is almost impossible to get out of. I would have to pay them $1500 and they would keep all of my deposits. Yeah right. So I have been looking for a job. It is very likely that I will be working at the Spinx across from my apartment very soon. Sure, a job is good, but I probably won't be making enough to live on. And it gets better. Today I was in a car accident. My car was already messed up. The heat is broken and it makes a horrible clicking sound. And now, the left headlight is broken. Not only that, but I was blamed for the accident, so I got a $100 ticket, AND my insurance is going to go up. Bills for Jan. are coming to me left and right. So I honestly don't know what to do. I am so frustrated and depressed. The only thing keeping me going is my awesome family and friends who are always there to bring a smile to my face. I just wish the roller coaster would stop for a little while.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:5898</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/5898.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=5898"/>
    <title>Been a while...</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T17:41:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T17:41:32Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well hey, a life update is on the way. And I will be posting it on here, Facebook, Myspace, and DA. Want to know why? Because I am an attention whore. But that is ok because I am adorable. Anyway...so here is life today for Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job. It is project based which means I do not get paid like every week or even every 2 weeks. I get paid when I do a photoshoot. The first shoot is Tuesday. I am freelancing, so basically I will do other things as well. But currently I am doing photos for Intrepid Design in Greenville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working out. Still going for losing 100 pounds. I have lost 7 last time I checked, but it may be more this week. I have lost 3 inches on my waist and hips. I am still eating healthy as well. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get my license. Most of you already know though. lol. I am sharing mom's car. It pretty much sucks. I really want a car but my dad is being really silly about it. He won't even go look, and he won't let me go with him if he does. He has not told me how much he is going to spend or anything. He wants me to sign for it, but it obviously isn't going to happen anytime soon. It would be good to have a car since I have a lot of meetings and I have photoshoots to do. So I am pretty frustrated. I look at cars online all the time, but everytime I ask my dad about it he won't really talk about it. So I really have no idea what is going on. *sigh* I mean if we can't afford it all he has to do is say that. He said he would get me a car if I paid the insurance and I have been saving money for that. So basically I am confused here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would actually like to go to Animazement this year, but I can't really do that if I don't have a car. Though I do have a place to stay for free if I do go. Which is nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still living at home. Most of the time it is fine, but sometimes I really hate it. I guess that is normal though. I have no privacy, the internet sucks, and I don't really like having all of my boxes of stuff in the garage, but no one wanted to get storage for it. Mostly I am fine here though. I really do still want to get my own place asap though. But again, that cannot be done with no car...and no stable income. I am saving most of the money I get for moving out and car insurance. But no car means niether of those. (can you tell I am really unhappy about the no car thing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Coraline in 3D. It was so awesome. omg. lol. After missing a lot of movies I wanted to see, it was nice to see a movie for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Greenwood about once a month. To visit friends and stuff. I would go more often if I had a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to excersise. That is a magical. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Spore. I had been playing Maggie's copy, but I ordered my own copy along with the new pack of more parts. Yay. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am running out of things to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye now. :D</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:5868</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/5868.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=5868"/>
    <title>Wow...</title>
    <published>2008-12-11T05:38:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-11T05:38:36Z</updated>
    <category term="depression"/>
    <category term="future"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well...I feel totally strange lately. I graduate Saturday, and I am super depressed and scared. I have been told this is normal, and even that some people are feeling the same. But I feel so stupid for feeling this way. I am suppose to be happy, and excited. I am proud of myself, don't get me wrong, but I feel like my life has been and will be turned upside down. This isn't exactly how I imagined feeling. My last semester was absolute Hell for me. And that really really was sad to me. Friendships grew apart, I lost the most important thing to me, I ended up hating a class I was originally excited about, and I did a lot of self-destructive things. Oh, and not to mention, I am being thrust out into the real world, and our economy is in a recession. It's like the worst timing ever. I put in my 30-day notice last week, and I have to be moved out of my apt by Jan. 5. I am moving back home for a while, until I can get my license, get a car, and a job and move out on my own. Most of my things will be put in a storage unit. One good thing is, I believe my parents are going to let me keep Alice at home until I move out. I am really going to miss Greenwood, and all of my friends, but I plan on visiting as much as I can when I can drive. I really hope everyone doesn't forget about me. I know it sounds stupid, I am just scared of everything. Ugh. In any case, I felt like writing this. I thought it might help me a little with my anxiety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if anyone has any idea where I can get boxes, please let me know. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ashley</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:5416</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/5416.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=5416"/>
    <title>Long time, no post.</title>
    <published>2008-11-18T05:50:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-18T05:50:42Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, it's been a while. Here are some changes in my life. Then maybe I will talk about how I feel. Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single again&lt;br /&gt;2. Graduating December 13 (not really a change)&lt;br /&gt;3. Moving back home for a bit after I graduate&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends with Kayla and Mark again&lt;br /&gt;5. Gone on dates with 3 guys.&lt;br /&gt;6. Got a new laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as how I feel, well...confused. I am having a hard time with my emotions lately. A few weeks ago I relapsed really bad. Started cutting myself again (but I think I have it under control now), started drinking, and just doing a lot of unhealthy things to myself. I am past that now, and trying to move on. I am afraid about the future. I don't know what will happen, and that scares me. I am mostly just trying to do my school work, and enjoy time with friends now. I go up and down with my emotions. Somtimes I am fine, sometimes I am not. Anyway, so that's about it.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:5244</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/5244.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=5244"/>
    <title>Hmm</title>
    <published>2008-07-01T21:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-01T21:27:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MSI</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well I am posting on here after a long absence. I hate this Summer. For a number of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of my friends very much, but I have come to notice that many of them are very inconsiderate, and seem to have this wierd assumption that I am a mind reader. People. If you tell me you are going to call, come over, do this or that, and I dont hear from you, and then you say "Oh, blah blah blah" Like i was suppose to know, I will be pissed. I dont care who you are. Use your brain. I am not a mind reader. Dont tell me you are going to do something and then never call, or come or whatever. And dont give me some lame ass excuse either. Have some consideration. If your plans change, tell me. I will never say I am going to do something and then just not do it. I will call you if my plans change. I expect the same from you. Seriously. It's getting really annoying. And dont ask if this is about you. If you have to ask, it probably is. I dont care if you get pissed either. If this offends you, sorry.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:4973</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/4973.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=4973"/>
    <title>Look at my arts!!!</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T05:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T05:23:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>OC Remixes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Anyone interested in seeing my art? I recently uploaded all my Darkroom photography work! Please check it out of you have time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxnightwalkerxx.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;http://xxnightwalkerxx.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:4715</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/4715.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=4715"/>
    <title>Update...</title>
    <published>2008-01-05T23:39:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T05:35:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kelly Clarkson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;So I had a pretty good Christmas, and New Years. I got a 3 in 1 photo printer. It's a photo printer, a scanner, and a copier. I cant wait to use it. Now I can put my Darkroom photography online. I got some other cool stuff too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of happy school is starting, but kind of not. Back to the grind I guess. I wouldnt mind so much if I werent taking French with that evil bitch of a woman. I am taking photography again, so I am really happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back to the chiropractor and the therapist soon. My neck is fucked up again. Big suprise. it is causing me to have terrible headaches again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want a dog so bad, but it doesnt look like anyone wants to let me have one. Oh well. One day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tripp are going to Riverbanks soon. I am really excited, because I fucking love zoos. They make me happy. Also, he is gonna take me on a date soon. Yay! We are gonna dress up and be all sappy and romantic. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still peeved that Sweeney Todd is STILL not in Greenwood. I mean, I saw it in Greenville, but I want Tripp to see it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a god aweful mess again. I keep saying I am going to clean it, but I keep not doing it. Soon though. Soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr medicine was 90 fucking dollars today. I mean damn. Why? I dont know. But its retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really miss Gabriella this semester, and Travis. They are really good friends, and we hang out a lot, so it will be wierd without them. I hope you two have fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of things to say. So...I will stop typing now. I hope you enjoyed reading my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:4509</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/4509.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=4509"/>
    <title>So...</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T04:54:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T04:54:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have a new favorite animal to add to my list. Duck-billed platypus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:4289</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/4289.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=4289"/>
    <title>fevereddream @ 2007-12-20T14:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T19:54:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T19:54:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Supertramp</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate the world.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:3998</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/3998.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=3998"/>
    <title>Sigh......</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T02:31:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T02:31:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Supertramp</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am starting to wish I lived alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least then there would be a good explination as to why I end up doing everything myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living alone is not an option for me right now. So I suck it up.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:3764</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/3764.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=3764"/>
    <title>So...life...</title>
    <published>2007-12-06T23:02:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-06T23:46:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chrismas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what the point of everything is. Like, why am I in school? For my parents? For me? What am I suppose to do when&amp;nbsp;I graduate? Sometimes I wonder what good anything I do is. Where does it get me? I wonder sometimes, where is love going to get me? Where will it take me, in the end? Why do I worry so much about life, when life doesnt matter. Life is so short compared to eternity. Life is so pointless, if you think about it. What will it matter when you die? Will it really matter if you were pretty enough, thin enough, smart enough, successful enough? In the end, none of that will matter. It wont even really matter who you loved. Everyone ends. So, why do I worry so much, about so many things that dont matter. I have had a cold since Saturday, but why do I let that bother me so much? Why do I let papers and finals scare me so much. When I die, non of that will matter. God isnt going to say "So, Ashley, how many A's did you get, how skinny were you, how did you do in your job?" No, he wont ask me those things, or make me reflect on them. So why do I let every single little thing bother me so much? Why does everything have to send me to tears? Sure, my medicine works, but it isnt a cureall. I still have days where I seriously dont understand what my purpose in&amp;nbsp;life is, and where I wonder, "Wouldnt it all be better if I could just not care". People make me so angry sometimes. And its usually people I dont even know. So why does it bother me so damn much? People just, dont think, dont care, dont see. People are closed-minded, heartless, cruel, and set in thier ways. Why do I care? I really cant say. But for some reason, I worry, about everyone, and everything, and about the future. I worry about the environment, and people, even though people are just, assholes. I worry about everything, but what does it really matter? I can care until my eyeballs fall out, and it wont matter. I even try to get other people to care, about some of the things I care about, and it just isnt important to them. They think, if it isnt directly related to them, and what they want, then it doesnt matter a bit. This is what is wrong with the world. People are selfish. People only care about themselves, and getting what they want, and doing for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I worry so much, and care so much, when it doesnt matter?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are scum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I care about scum apparently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to care more about everything else, and not take care of myself. I want to make everyone happy, when that isnt possible, because someone will always hate me for it, someone will always feel like I am not doing what I should do for them. Someone will always complain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I am in the worst mood right now, and I dont want to be around anyone. So...I wont. Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:3472</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/3472.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=3472"/>
    <title>Sick....</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T17:06:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T17:06:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am so sick.Which is great since I have shit to do. I don't want to get out of bed, I feel so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking colds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:3154</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/3154.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=3154"/>
    <title>Cool little thing....</title>
    <published>2007-11-30T23:48:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-30T23:48:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fleetwood Mac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Ten things you wish you could say to ten different people ( I only did 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: I love you so m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;uch, and I know you love me. Sometimes, I know you have a hard time showing your love for me and Maggie, and I do not blame you for anything. You have been a wonderful father to me. Sometimes I wish we were closer, and had the chance to go back and change that. I know you are a busy man, and you always have been. Work is what you are good at, and I know you do it for us. One day I will repay you somehow. I have always wanted to be a "Daddy's Girl". Now that I am grown up, I feel that we may not have some of those chances, but we can still try. I know you worry about me, and what I am going to do with my life. Don't worry, it will fall into place, and I will find my way. I could not do it without you, and your help. You have gotten me this far, and soon you will have to let me go on my own. I dread that day, I am scared to death, but I will make you proud. I love you Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: You have been the best mother anyone could ask for. You never worked when we were growing up. And I am glad, because you were there, everyday. I didn't have to ride the bus like the other kids because you loved me enough to pick me up and take me to school every single day. You cooked for me and took care of me all the time, you made sure I knew about God and how important He is for my life. You raised me right, you did a good job, even if sometimes I stray from what you taught me. You understand me in a way no one else can, and you talk to me when I need someone to talk to. I love you so much, and even if we fight, and sometimes I wish you would treat me like an adult instead of a child, I am glad to have you as my mother. No matter what, I will love you. People mess up, and I know I have, but I hope one day I can make you proud. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: You are an awesome little sister. I know we grew up fighting all the time, and I was a total bitch to you a lot, but I do love you. I love you so much. I worry about you all the time, and I think about you at least once a day, and wonder what you are doing. I want you to be happy, more than anything. I want you to make it through Highschool, and do something awesome. You are so talented in ways that I could never be. You are smart, and so beautiful. I wish I had your fashion sense, you always look good, and your hair is so cool. I wish we had been closer when i lived at home, but I am really glad we are closer now. I hope you know that you can come to me for anything, no matter what it is. I will listen and do my best to help. You mean so much to me, and I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you. I know you suffer from some of the same things I did when I was your age, and if i could, I would take that all away and be a shield for you. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripp: I am so in love with you. Sometimes I feel like I might explode with emotions for you. You have been the best boyfriend and lover I could EVER ask for. There isn't a soul in the universe I would rather be with. I can't believe I found you, I am so happy with you that it hurts sometimes. Sometimes I just sit, and think about how much I love you. I don't know that anyone can love a person more than I love you. You have been here for me these 6 months like no one else has. You have seen me at my worst, and you still love me. You stay with me even through all of the psychological crap I go through. You have been there for me through times when no one else wanted to be around me. You stuck by me. You help me feel better when I am sick, or sad. You take care of me, and you grow with me. I never want to lose you, and I will do anything in my power to keep you. You are my world, and I never want that to change. I love you so much, and I will do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi: You have been such a good friend to me. You know me better than even my family does. You have stuck by me through everything I have been through, all the guys who treated me like shit, all the drunken parties, all the fights, and everything. You were the one who was there, you are my best friend. I miss living with you, and I am so happy for you. You have so much talent, and you have made a way for yourself in the world. I am so glad for you, and I hope one day I can do the same. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ma- I miss you so much Ma-ma. You were the best great grandmother. You lived such a full life, and I hope one day I can feel as fullfilled as you did before you died. You were ready for the Lord to take you, you were not afraid. I am so glad you are in a better place now, with no pain and no sickness. Even though I am happy, I am also heartbroken. I wish I had gotten to see you more often. I missed our checkers games, and jigsaw puzzles. And your stories were so amazing. You loved the Lord so much. You remimbered all of the books of the bible in order all the way up until the day you died. You were an inspiration to our whole family. You cared so much about everyone, that even when you were in terrible pain, you asked us how we were doing before anything else. You never complained about anything, and your main concern was family. You were an amazing woman, and I miss you so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nine things about yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;1) I do everything with my heart. &lt;br /&gt;2) I am opinionated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;3) I am extremely emotional&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;4) I can be vindictive, if I feel the need.&lt;br /&gt;5) I love with my whole self.&lt;br /&gt;6) I care more about people than myself&lt;br /&gt;7) I am pro-choice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;8) I don’t really like myself much&lt;br /&gt;9) I love making people happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be honest&lt;br /&gt;2) Have a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;3) Be there&lt;br /&gt;4) Try to understand when I am going through something&lt;br /&gt;5) Spend time with me&lt;br /&gt;6) Do the little things &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Know who I am and love me just the same&lt;br /&gt;8) Let me be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven things that cross your mind a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mental health&lt;br /&gt;2) Love&lt;br /&gt;3) Food&lt;br /&gt;4) My family&lt;br /&gt;5) What to do with my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;6) Tripp&lt;br /&gt;7) My physical health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six things you wish you never did&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dated John, but I am stronger for it&lt;br /&gt;2) Let myself be used&lt;br /&gt;3) Watched 30 Days of Night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;4) Let myself hate myself&lt;br /&gt;5) Tried to go off of my meds&lt;br /&gt;6) Tried to kill myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five turn offs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ignorance &lt;br /&gt;2) Closed mindedness&lt;br /&gt;3) Ego&lt;br /&gt;4) Stubbornness &lt;br /&gt;5) Lack of empathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four turn ons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Glasses (I am weird)&lt;br /&gt;2) Romance&lt;br /&gt;3) Suprises&lt;br /&gt;4) Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three smileys that describe your life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two things you want to do before you die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be successful&lt;br /&gt;2) Let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One confession&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let things bother me too much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:3017</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/3017.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=3017"/>
    <title>I know exactly which Breakfast Club character I am....</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T06:04:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T06:04:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The shit in my head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a basket case tonight. I have cried for and hour and a half and just now stopped. Over what you ask? Nothing that was worth crying that long for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stupid. And I will not forget my meds again. That is for damn sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:2779</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/2779.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=2779"/>
    <title>Turkey Day and School work</title>
    <published>2007-11-24T02:27:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-24T02:27:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radio</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thanksgiving was pretty good. Tons of food and such. My Nana and Papa came, and Grandma and Bill and Billy, and Angela and....oh wait...no one really knows theses people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like 11 people were there. I made Sweet Potato Cheesecake, it was pretty good. I love food. lol. I ate so much, and I was so freaking tired the rest of the day. I passed out on the couch after watching Nightmare Before Christmas for probably the 1000th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next couple of weeks are going to suck ass. Here is my To-Do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Project- Due Nov 26&lt;br /&gt;Psychology HW #5- Due Nov 30&lt;br /&gt;Annotated Bibilography- Due Dec 3 by 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Hiter Final Paper worth 50% of my grade- Due Dec 4 by 10am&lt;br /&gt;Study for Science Final&lt;br /&gt;Study for Psychology Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:2482</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/2482.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=2482"/>
    <title>....</title>
    <published>2007-11-14T03:32:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-14T03:32:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I am losing at life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:2231</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/2231.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=2231"/>
    <title>Attention</title>
    <published>2007-11-11T04:28:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-11T04:28:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Disturbed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next person who raises thier voice to me gets a bloody nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:1818</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/1818.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1818"/>
    <title>Rant #3.</title>
    <published>2007-11-11T02:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-11T02:29:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Metallica</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Ok. So most of you know I have depression. Well here is the thing. If you don't know what depression is, DO NOT lecture me on how to deal with it. Don't tell me to just deal with it and get over it. That is not how it works. Depression is a disease, and some people actually do have to be medicated for it. In my case it is a hereditary chemical imbalance, so I HAVE to take medicine. No about of discipline will just make it poof away. I do deal with it, every day. Even with medication, it can be hard. I want to make it clear that I have CHRONIC MAJOR DEPRESSION. We are not talking about being emo because your girlfriend breaks up with you 10 times. We aren’t talking about being sad every now and then. We aren’t talking about being depressed over someone dying, or some circumstance. We are talking about depression. In my case, and many many other people's cases, without medication, I am depressed, 24/7, for no reason. I am just depressed. I feel like I am trapped. I sleep all the time, I don't go out with friends, I cry all the time, and I am not motivated to do anything. This is what happens to me when I am not on medication. In fact, for those of you who don’t know, and want to lecture me on MY life, and try and be a therapist, I DID try to go off of the medication and "deal" with it myself. 6 months into it, I tried to kill myself. Not because something happened, not because someone "broke my heart", but because I WAS DEPRESSED. Because I relapsed. YES that is possible with a mental illness. And relapse for depression is 10 times worse than when the depression first started. Now I take care of myself, I go to therapy, and I take my goddamn medication. Because I DO fucking need it. I AM dealing with my depression, the way I am SUPPOSE to. That doesn’t make it easy, not at all, but I am a stronger person for what I am doing to help myself. For those of you who insist on lecturing me about my life, maybe you need to actually take a fucking class or read something about depression before you insist that I can "rise above it". It isn’t magical. It is just like any other disease. I am being treated for it. There is no getting over it. It is something I will live with for the rest of my life. And I refuse to let some punk ass, teenager tell me that I don’t need to be medicated if I just apply myself or what the fuck ever. Fuck you. And you know who you are. All of you do, because it has happened several times. Several people seem to not understand depression at all. Learn about it, figure it out, and stop telling me what I need and don’t need for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some reading material for you assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.depression.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;http://www.depression.com/index.html&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn about it before you assume you are an expert. Stop being a jerk and actually find out about something before you try to tell someone how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for typos, I was in a hurry, and pissed.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:1781</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/1781.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1781"/>
    <title>Rant #2 out of an unknown number</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T04:12:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T04:18:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Aerosmith</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, let's talk about how to act at Walmart, because apparently human adults don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to shop for items, and that's what you should be doing to. &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; fucking taking up the entire aisle to discuss how many times your infant throws up after it eats. &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, I said &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;. That's what it is. An &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you run into your long lost&amp;nbsp;fourteenth cousin that you havent seen in&amp;nbsp;24 years&amp;nbsp;and want to chat. &lt;strong&gt;GO THE FUCK HOME AND&amp;nbsp;DO THAT SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't want to hear it, and I definitely don't want you blocking the entire tampon aisle to do it. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who drive. &lt;strong&gt;GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY&lt;/strong&gt;. I&amp;nbsp;don't drive, but you better believe if you don't fucking start driving like you earned that fucking license I am&amp;nbsp;going to&amp;nbsp;grab the wheel of who ever&amp;nbsp;I am with that &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; driving and ram your ass until your fucking neck breaks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivers, another word.&lt;strong&gt;PEDESTRIANS HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT OF WAY&lt;/strong&gt;. I will not hesitate to walk&amp;nbsp;out in front of your ugly, pimped out, faggot car to get across the&amp;nbsp;parking lot. You think I am dumb? Well guess what. You hit me with that ugly grocery getter (thanks Holly) and you will be paying me a large some of money in court, with which I will pay for the rest of my education. So fuck off and stop&amp;nbsp;moving forward when I am fucking crossing the&amp;nbsp;parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assholes, there is a place to put your buggy when you finish shopping. It is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the middle of the parking lot, or the little grass median things. Fuck you lazy ass bitches. In don't care if you are 9 months pregnant, fucking put your buggy where it goes, or&amp;nbsp;don't use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, keep your&amp;nbsp;undisciplined children out of my fucking&amp;nbsp;way when I am shopping. If you can't keep them from tripping me up, I will start bringing a&amp;nbsp;can of&amp;nbsp;Mace and fucking burn your 4 year-old's eyes out. Get a leash, put them in the buggy, and make them shut the fuck up when they can't have&amp;nbsp;Captain Crunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy isle lady, Fuck you. They are toys, I will play with them. Get your head off your shoulders and stop being an angry old fart. No one likes you, go die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erik, I hate you. Go die.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of more, I will put it. Until then. Fuck you Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:1352</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/1352.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1352"/>
    <title>Rant #1 of of an unknown number</title>
    <published>2007-11-03T17:42:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-03T17:42:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Timbaland</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: This is&amp;nbsp;a rant. Something I feel strongly about. If it offends you, that's your problem. I don't want to get a whole bunch of hate mail because you don't like what I am saying. It's a rant, it's not nice. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many places have you seen that have some sort of sign saying &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;"Hablamos español"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that I say...WHY are we giving in? How come we have to learn Spanish, in America, for the fucking illegal aliens that decide to pop up here, not pay taxes or doctor bills when they are sick. WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to come to America, where we speak ENGLISH, then you need to learn the goddamn language!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as this stupid ass bill allowing amnesty for illegal aliens goes, I am voting against it. Who comes up with this shit? This is America, not fucking Mexico, or China, or France, or what the fuck ever. STAY IN YOUR OWN GODDAMN COUNTRY IF YOU CANT LEARN THE LANGUAGE&amp;nbsp;WE SPEAK HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:1121</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/1121.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1121"/>
    <title>Chalupa!!</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T04:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T04:37:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, today was interesting. I got mad at Tripp for something that was kind of stupid to get mad over. I feel kind&amp;nbsp;of bad, but we are ok.&amp;nbsp;I have been sleeping a lot during the day. Its kind of bothering me, because of my depression. I just&amp;nbsp;want this Lexapro to start working. &amp;nbsp;I have been feelings the side effects some, but the benifits wont start for 2 weeks at least. So hopefully I can hold out that long without having a mental breakdown.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test tommorrow that, once again, I havent studied for enough. I never study like&amp;nbsp;I should, and I am a loser lol. I want to do well in school, but things keep distracting me, and I keep messing up. Its really frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having terrible headaches for like 2 weeks, and its really starting to make me feel sick. I take so much medicine for them I am suprised my stomach hasnt started bleeding. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poe said my latest painting was done, and that it looked good, so I hope I get a good grade on it. Lord knows I need better grades. At least I enjoy painting though, unlike some of my other classes.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:953</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/953.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=953"/>
    <title>Nightmares and creations</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T05:32:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T05:32:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nightmare Before Christmas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Well, this will be my second entry on LJ. I am not sure how I feel about that. I hope I keep posting things. Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's like 1:30am and I should so be in bed, but I am so wired. It's also Halloween. Woot. Halloween used to be so fun, and exciting, and now it's like..."Oh look, another day".&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi brought me my birthday present today. She got me a really cool glass, so fetish tape [Oh yes], and some fangs. I am wearing the fangs to classes tomorrow, or today rather. I wonder if anyone will notice. They are pretty cool, just a pain to fit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked burgers for me and Tripp tonight, of course he wanted a double. Haha. it was like, meat meat cheese cheese. He like enhaled it too, and kept thanking me for it and hugging me. I was thinking "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach"....or in some cases his penis, or both. Hm. Men, such funny creatures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to finish watching Firefly....it's a really awesome show. I enjoy it. I wish Mark would start Serenity again. It's the first RPG I have ever played that wasn't online. I really liked it but I felt kind of like I sucked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poe seems to like where my current painting is going, even if I hate it. I have no idea what to take next semester. I kind of wish I could take Sleep 101....or Hobo 101. I am getting so bogged down with life. It's hard to get out of bed in the morning, but hopefully this therapy and new medicine will help me. I really really hope so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Ma-ma....she was so amazing. But I am glad she isn't sick and in pain anymore. She was ready to go, so&amp;nbsp;I wasn't sad for her, I was sad because I will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this is enough for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fevereddream:724</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/724.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://fevereddream.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=724"/>
    <title>So....</title>
    <published>2007-10-29T04:34:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-29T04:42:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore....is a fudge packer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I really mind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But uh, why did it matter, J.K.? Can you explain that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/fevereddream/pic/00001qc2/"&gt;&lt;img height="190" alt="" width="253" align="absBottom" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fevereddream/pic/00001qc2/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
