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  <title>Mimi [Always&amp;ForeverTruly]</title>
  <subtitle>Who I was then, and who I am now are two completely different people...</subtitle>
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    <name>Miranda or Mimi</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-23T01:43:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:descended_angl:11797</id>
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    <title>Second Chance - Shinedown</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T01:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T01:43:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Second Chance - Shinedown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;My eyes are open wide&lt;br /&gt; By the way I made it through the day&lt;br /&gt; I watch the world outside&lt;br /&gt; By the way I'm leaving out today&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Well I just saw Hailey's comet, she waved&lt;br /&gt; Said &amp;quot;why you always running in place?&lt;br /&gt; Even the man in the moon disappeared&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere in the stratosphere&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; Tell my mother, tell my father&lt;br /&gt; I've done the best I can&lt;br /&gt; To make them realize&lt;br /&gt; This is my life&lt;br /&gt; I hope they understand&lt;br /&gt; I'm not angry, I'm just saying&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes goodbye is a second chance&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please don't cry one tear for me&lt;br /&gt; I'm not afraid of what I have to say&lt;br /&gt; This is my one and only voice&lt;br /&gt; So listen close, it's only for today&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Well I just saw Hailey's comet, she waved&lt;br /&gt; Said &amp;quot;why you always running in place?&lt;br /&gt; Even the man in the moon disappeared&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere in the stratosphere&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; Tell my mother, tell my father&lt;br /&gt; I've done the best I can&lt;br /&gt; To make them realize&lt;br /&gt; This is my life&lt;br /&gt; I hope they understand&lt;br /&gt; I'm not angry, I'm just saying&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes goodbye is a second chance&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Here is my chance&lt;br /&gt; This is my chance&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tell my mother, tell my father&lt;br /&gt; I've done the best I can&lt;br /&gt; To make them realize&lt;br /&gt; This is my life&lt;br /&gt; I hope they understand&lt;br /&gt; I'm not angry, I'm just saying&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes goodbye is a second chance&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sometimes goodbye&lt;br /&gt; Is a second chance [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is actually for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Because I&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; done the best that I&amp;nbsp;can.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; my life. I'm done letting them interfere.&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the baby, I'm still going to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show them.&lt;br /&gt;Just like I'll prove to myself that I can do what I&amp;nbsp;know I'm capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love both of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to live my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:descended_angl:11649</id>
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    <title>More Changes</title>
    <published>2009-03-21T21:50:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-21T21:50:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;So again, I've just noticed that it's been quite a while since I've last updated. And so much is different since then too. The last time I&amp;nbsp;updated, I&amp;nbsp;was struggling to keep my long distanced relationship with Matt going. While I&amp;nbsp;was lying to my dad, telling him that I was dating a guy named Charlie who was 17 and lived in a whole different city and worked to much to come and see me. When the whole entire time, I&amp;nbsp;was with Matt, who's now almost 23, and I'm now living with.&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard since then, too. I've lost a major amount of respect from my family. Because of my fear of losing Matt, I&amp;nbsp;packed my stuff, left at 11 o'clock at night while at the same time, Matt, his sister, and their friend Russell were on their way to come and get me. I&amp;nbsp;left a note telling my dad that I&amp;nbsp;wasn't going to let him ruin what I&amp;nbsp;had with Matt, I&amp;nbsp;apologized, and I&amp;nbsp;didn't look back.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I started arguing again. She couldn't accept the fact that she was a very good mother. For the whole time that I&amp;nbsp;was living with her, there was beer in the refrigerator more often than there was milk. There were days that I'd have been content with just a bowl of cereal, and I&amp;nbsp;didn't have the milk for it. And other days, there just wasn't enough food in the house to keep me from being hungry. And as soon as she met her boyfriend (Scott), she just stopped being around as much.&lt;br /&gt;She'd shove me off on my biological father every chance she got, just so that she could be with her boyfriend for the weekend. And during the weeknights, I hardly saw her either. And she claims that I was just a bad kid. How can that be when I'd never really drank, never seriously tried drugs, and I&amp;nbsp;was always the one who questioned whether what my friends and I&amp;nbsp;were doing was right or not. And I'm the bad child.&lt;br /&gt;But setting that aside, I'm now living with Matt, bouncing back and forth between his parents' house and his friend Jeremy's house for something better to do while we anxiously wait to finally make it to Florida. And I'm pregnant, something I&amp;nbsp;thought wouldn't come until after I&amp;nbsp;was married, and yet a while after that. It was hard to first tell my parents. Of course they didn't take it well. My dad just didn't know what to say, and my mom wanted me to consider abortion. Which I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't do, because that's seriously fucked up. But things have calmed down by now, and Matt and I&amp;nbsp;are getting married in July, on our anniversary. And honestly? I&amp;nbsp;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I&amp;nbsp;could have found a better man to be with.&lt;br /&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;don't think that I've ever been happier in any point in my life,&lt;br /&gt;as I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to see what else life has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;To find out whether my baby is going to be a little boy or a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I've had a lot of people tell me that I&amp;nbsp;just might have twins.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;know that I&amp;nbsp;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>"I'm Sorry"</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T19:04:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T19:04:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's sitting on the back porch,&lt;br /&gt; letting memories pass.&lt;br /&gt; Wondering what she would do,&lt;br /&gt; if she actually let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As she allows her tears to fall,&lt;br /&gt; she thinks of what to say.&lt;br /&gt; Having trouble speaking her mind;&lt;br /&gt; there's really only one way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry," she whispers,&lt;br /&gt; wishing you were here in person.&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry that I try so hard,&lt;br /&gt; and that I care so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry that I fell in love,&lt;br /&gt; that I don't always feel good enough.&lt;br /&gt; I'm sorry that I miss you,&lt;br /&gt; and that this has to be so hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She takes a deep breath, swallows hard.&lt;br /&gt; As she closes her eyes, she sees you,&lt;br /&gt; and another tear escapes through her lashes.&lt;br /&gt; She knows how close she is to losing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her hands are shaking,&lt;br /&gt; and the rest of her body trembles&lt;br /&gt; as she remembers the times you'd been together.&lt;br /&gt; Knowing that nothing else could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She continues, "I've tried to let you go;&lt;br /&gt; we both know it's never worked.&lt;br /&gt; I don't want an end between us,&lt;br /&gt; for without you, I'm incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I love the way you hold me;&lt;br /&gt; it's my safest escape.&lt;br /&gt; I love the way you kiss me;&lt;br /&gt; it always leaves me wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I love the way you can make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt; when I only want to die.&lt;br /&gt; I love the way that I feel like I can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt; even when the pain is so hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I love all the things you've done for me,&lt;br /&gt; and all the things that you still do.&lt;br /&gt; I know that sometimes it seems like I don't do a lot,&lt;br /&gt; but I'm doing what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I love you for all that you are,&lt;br /&gt; and through everything that's been.&lt;br /&gt; There's not a soul in this world&lt;br /&gt; that could ever stop me from loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry for pushing too hard,&lt;br /&gt; for nagging a tad too much.&lt;br /&gt; I'm sorry if you feel chained down,&lt;br /&gt; it was never in my intentions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Choking down another sob,&lt;br /&gt; another deep breath taken.&lt;br /&gt; Still unable to manage anything but a whisper,&lt;br /&gt; while guilt weighs down on her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Baby, please forgive me;&lt;br /&gt; I'm doing all I can.&lt;br /&gt; It's just so hard when you're so far away.&lt;br /&gt; Please understand how hard it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "when I've nothing to busy my mind.&lt;br /&gt; Only books and games to keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt; But the pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt; can't always be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Please be patient while I try even harder.&lt;br /&gt; I don't have much longer until you go away.&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying to get my time in,&lt;br /&gt; not keep you from your fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Honey, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying to keep it together,&lt;br /&gt; without your loving arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Baby, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt; Honey, please don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt; I promise to get better at this,&lt;br /&gt; if only you stay with me..."&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm Trying</title>
    <published>2008-06-27T15:47:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-27T17:31:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Watching as the rain pours&lt;br /&gt; Watching as the lightening flashes&lt;br /&gt; As the tears pour down my face&lt;br /&gt; I watch as my world suddenly crashes&lt;br /&gt; Everything I thought was true&lt;br /&gt; is and was a lie&lt;br /&gt; and now the pain that dwells&lt;br /&gt; is making me want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not knowing how to deal with this&lt;br /&gt; it's never hurt so much&lt;br /&gt; You made so many promises&lt;br /&gt; and now I'm left feeling numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to break down&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to cry&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to drown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You didn't want to give it up&lt;br /&gt; just wanted to drink and smoke pot&lt;br /&gt; That you chose it over me?&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, that hurt a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm trying to told my head up high&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to fall&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to think of you&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to remember the pain at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it's so hard, when for the longest time,&lt;br /&gt; you were all I knew&lt;br /&gt; and all the promises you broke&lt;br /&gt; that'll all come back to you&lt;br /&gt; Don't you think of coming back&lt;br /&gt; You just stay away&lt;br /&gt; let me find myself again&lt;br /&gt; let me forget until another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm sure you loved me&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I'm sure you did&lt;br /&gt; but apparently, not enough&lt;br /&gt; after making the choice you did&lt;br /&gt; I love you, honey&lt;br /&gt; You remember that for all time&lt;br /&gt; but I'll never forget the choice you made&lt;br /&gt; No, I won't forget that for the longest time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, I'm trying to ignore the pain&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying to fight back the tears&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to think of you&lt;br /&gt; and trying not to think of the last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You know, this is really crappy. Because sitting here, not crying, not dwelling on what I've lost. I mean, yeah, he's always in my thoughts, because I love him so much. But I've been thinking about these past few years, and the summers have SUCKED. The summer I left, well there's the obvious, I left. I also broke up with someone I cared about. That hurt too. Dealing with losing the guy I cared about so much at the time, it wasn't really worth it. The whole time Adan and I were dating, he did drugs, he smoked, and he drank. He also lied to me about it the whole time. Lovely, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, I made a lot of bad mistakes, and shit happened to me in return. Some of the things I didn't really deserve. That too, turned out to be just lovely. I wound up crying last summer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this summer, I lost someone who I thought would really be around for a long, long time. But he decided, that he would rather smoke pot and drink and do stupid shit until he was 30. He lied to me, had me thinking that he had quit smoking pot, and then yesterday told me that he's been smoking pot for the past month. When I talked to him the other day, he was all, "I quit smoking pot for you, I quit smoking for you, I quit drinking for you." And the smoking pot deal was a load of fucking bullshit. He told me he loved me, but he wants to party. And I can't change his mind for him. But you know, he'll probably try to come back after he realizes the mistake he's made, and I might not be so willing to take him back. He broke my heart, made me so many promises, and broke every single one of them. I love him to death, but I don't think that I can forgive him for that. He hurt me way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do right now. I don't know how to deal with things. Right now, I want to jump in front o f a moving vehicle, but what good would that do?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Changes</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T23:57:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T23:57:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;You know, in this past year, I've been trying to figure out exactly who I am and what I'm about. Before I took the time to open myself up, I was completely clueless, self confidant, I didn't like myself at all, I thought that I was a total bitch. But then I took the time to remember who I was before I left Florida. Then was the time that I knew no one could trust me; and honestly? Thinking back on it now, I'm completely ashamed of who I was. Upon looking back on this year, I've come to find that I'm proud of myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; When I was a &lt;u&gt;freshman&lt;/u&gt;, I was stupid. I nearly ruined my chances at graduating right then and there. I just didn't care. I had my boyfriend (for nearly 9 months), I had my friends, and I had things pretty good; I took advantage of it all, and one by one: I &lt;b&gt;lost&lt;/b&gt; my boyfriend, I&lt;b&gt; lost&lt;/b&gt; most of my friends, and my mom sent me to live with my dad to straighten myself out. &lt;i&gt;That was the best thing that my mom could have &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; done for me &lt;/i&gt;, although I was so angry with her at the time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; What was to be my &lt;u&gt;sophomore&lt;/u&gt; year, I was a few credits short. I still hadn't pulled myself out of the hole I'd dug for myself. I still got angry easily, talked bad about my friends. I pushed too hard trying to get what I &lt;b&gt;thought&lt;/b&gt; I wanted, but only because they were there (if they ever chose to read this, you probably know who you are). Again, I made friends, and one that I thought that I could trust. That person &lt;b&gt;lied&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; to me and everyone who trusted her in turn. That made me realize, that once again, I was making more mistakes. Summer was just the same. Getting mixed up with the wrong person, and digging myself into an even &lt;b&gt;deeper&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; hole. I nearly thought that I couldn't dig myself out of it. I lost the trust of my parents, and something that I never thought could happen to &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;, happened. I haven't been the same since it happened. I stopped to ask myself, &lt;i&gt;"Why do I keep continuously making these stupid mistakes?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; This past year, which was supposed to be my &lt;u&gt;junior&lt;/u&gt; year, I looked back on the past two years, and realized the kind of person I wanted to be. I pulled myself out of the hole I was in. I gained back my parents' trust, and made them proud of me as well. I stopped talking crap on my friends. I chose the right friends, and still keep in touch with them. I kept secrets that they didn't want told. I've calmed down a lot, brushing off any rude comments said about me to avoid conflict, and stayed away from the drama. I discovered a new talent that I never thought that I had. I pulled up my grades up to A's and B's, and cried when I saw the only F on my report card. But it was a complete accomplishment compared to have all F's and D's (with only one B when I was a &lt;b&gt;freshman&lt;/b&gt;). Now I'm taking summer school, trying to right what I did. I'm only half a credit short, if I continue what I'm doing, and next year, I'll graduate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; graduate next year. No matter what it takes. I won't fall back to being the person that I &lt;b&gt;used&lt;/b&gt; to be. I know that I'm not perfect, and I don't want to be. I love the person that I've turned into. Why would I give that up?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shattered Stars for a Broken Heart</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T20:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T20:15:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I remember the days that were filled with bliss&lt;br /&gt; not a single day, I desired to miss&lt;br /&gt; The sun would shine&lt;br /&gt; the wind giving a delighted sigh&lt;br /&gt; I will truly miss those days&lt;br /&gt; for I know them to be ripped away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For I cry and rage with all of my might&lt;br /&gt; while the stars fall, shattering around me this very night&lt;br /&gt; Beloved friends: Gone&lt;br /&gt; one day spent; everything wrong&lt;br /&gt; I was wrongly accused&lt;br /&gt; now feeling worn and abused&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So why am I left here, nearly alone&lt;br /&gt; there's one person left; I call him my own&lt;br /&gt; The one person I could turn to made a mistake&lt;br /&gt; left something behind, leaving me with my heart to ache&lt;br /&gt; For hours I sat, drying my tears&lt;br /&gt; nearly wishing that I could change the past years&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Around me, the stars fall and shatter&lt;br /&gt; as my heart breaks; torn and tattered&lt;br /&gt; Looking around with my sky-blue eyes that are filled with tears&lt;br /&gt; my entire being filled with the worst of my fears&lt;br /&gt; My friend; my sister; my confidant: Gone&lt;br /&gt; the one day spent in every way wrong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I've lost so much, in just one day&lt;br /&gt; disappointment appearing; coming to stay&lt;br /&gt; And I lie here with the broken stars&lt;br /&gt; imagining running; wondering how far&lt;br /&gt; My eyes close as the icy-rain falls&lt;br /&gt; giving into the pain, that I must deserve after all...&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>I've been doing a lot of thinking lately....</title>
    <published>2008-03-21T20:26:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T20:26:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;You know what I hate? I hate how people go off and tell the word about "how high they got the other night" or "how drunk they got the other night." In my opinion, it's really not something to be proud of. Especially if it happens to be a regular thing. And it bugs me how people, especially my friends, decide to let the world know about it. They always assume that they won't get in trouble, or something won't happen. Well, you know what, I'm proof that you can get caught doing that stuff, and you can get in trouble for it. I won't sit there and say that I've never tried stuff, because that would be a lie. But after my experiences with it, I will say that I never want to go back to any of it. Each of my experiences have taught me that it's really not a fun position to be in, especially when you're with someone that you can't trust. Hell, even people that you CAN trust aren't always trustworthy in those kind of states. But I don't know. Random anger about it had to be leaked out. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I find that a lot more people are beginning to like me now, than they ever did. It surprises me more and more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my friend about it the other day, when we were talking on the phone;&lt;br /&gt;and I asked him: "What is it that you find so special about me, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;His response, "You're the sweetest person that I've ever met."&lt;br /&gt;and that right there almost made me break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found myself doubting myself a lot more lately, and I'm not completely sure why. I don't find that I look good enough, that I'm not nice enough, that I'm not good enough for those that I care for deeply, that surround me. I just don't feel like I'm not good enough for anyone anymore. And I just don't know why. I told my friend about that too, because he had asked why I always deny his compliments or just plain shove them off like he never said them, and he told me that I need to really listen to what those around me are telling me and accept that I am everything [the positives] that they happen to say I am. And again, I almost cried.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This guy has been one of the greatest friends to me. I really don't know what I would do without him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>BLAH</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T01:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T01:02:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Alright, so it's been a few days since I've updated.I'm doing better, lol. Today has been a pretty decent day. Better than yesterday, seeing as it was just a very long day. Although lately, it seems as thought I've been getting increasingly tired and I'm not sure why. But now that I know for sure that I'm graduating next year, things are getting much MUCH better for me. I find that I actually look forward to waking up in the mornings knowing that every day, I'm one day closer to graduating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;So, yeah. Well, I think this one guy that I liked last year has suddenly picked up an interest for me. I won't place any names, but unfortunately for him, I'm not all that interested. I mean, he had his chance last year, and he turned it down. And I feel that, if I wasn't good enough for him last year, why should that be any different this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Is it wrong of me to feel this way? Or is it in all reality, fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;But I don't know. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;That's all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>So, Graduation</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T00:43:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T00:43:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Alright, so we all remember how badly I was failing my first Freshman year, yes? Well, after a lot of hard work and a lot of patience I'm finally getting things straightened out again. I talked to my counselor today to see what it would take for me to be able to graduate next year, and so far I only have to take summer school this year, and I'm pretty much set. Problem is, she's missing a lot of my transcripts, and that's not good. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; she's getting things back onto the computer and hopefully we'll know exactly how close I am to be able to graduate next year. If worse comes to worse, I'll need to pay to take an extra course, which it's $140 for the course itself, and then I have to pay for the book too. And when I'm ready, I'll talk to the counselor for my tests, and take them. OR if we don't have the money to pay for the extra course, I'll be staying for half of a 5th year, and I probably won't even need to stay a whole day if it comes down to that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Point is, I'm so close to graduating, I can practically taste it. And I have to say, the thought thrills me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Although, as she was talking to me today, she told me that she was proud of me. That she thought that at the rate I was going last year, she thought that I would wind up being another dropout. She said that she was surprised at how quickly I turned things around this year, and that somehow, although she doesn't know what did it, but I grew up this year and got my act together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I realized that she was right. I will admit: Once she told me that my chances of graduating next year are VERY good, I almost fell to my knees and cried. That's how happy I was about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT HAD REALLY MADE MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm sorry</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T00:33:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T00:33:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;You know, I've never realized how much it'd break my heart to find out that the people that I once cared so much for, the bond that they once shared and kept so dear to them are falling apart. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I treated people a little better then. Would I still be there with all of the people who meant so much to me around me, or would I still have wound up here?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad about the way that I treated everyone, and I don't think that anyone truly understands how bad I feel. But I'm not that person anymore. Who I was then and who I am now are two completely different people, and it makes me sad when people get them confused. For the past two years almost, I've been trying to better myself. I've had people tell me that they've noticed the difference, that I'm a lot kinder. But I still feel that there's room for improvement. And I'm still trying, and I still will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to those of you who remember the way I was, please know that I truly am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;There are not amount of apologies to make up for what I did, but I am sorry.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>*le sigh*</title>
    <published>2007-03-04T15:27:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-04T15:34:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So again I've come to realize that it's been so long since I've posted. I've just been so busy with school and stuff lately so I've only been getting on during the weekend. Things here in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;Missouri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt; have been good. I had a boyfriend just recently, but he only lasted two weeks. As sad as it was, he was a really decent guy, but he felt like an older brother to me and one isn't supposed to feel like they're dating family. So it just didn't work out. Luckily though, he still wants to take me to prom. So unless he gets a new girlfriend or I get a new boyfriend before then, I should still have a good chance at going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yesterday my grandmother took me to cut my hair. ^____^;; I'm really happy with it. I was really getting sick of the length of my hair. It was just always in the way. I've taken the time to really calm myself down since January. After the argument that a friend and I had, I realized that I was just sick of the drama and didn't want to be pulled into anymore. And it really seems to be working. I've been a lot happier lately too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mom and I still talk on occasion. Though not as much as we used to. Every time I call, she doesn't answer. Kind of upsetting knowing that when I could be calling to about something serious, that she may not answer or even do as much as call back until weeks later. Sometimes she doesn't even acknowledge the fact that I called. But hey, what can I do, y'know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Well. I guess I'll be going. Here are the pictures I took yesterday after I got my hair cut. Enjoy. :]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y82/LuvdButNotToLuv/USE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y82/LuvdButNotToLuv/NEW6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y82/LuvdButNotToLuv/USE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y82/LuvdButNotToLuv/USE2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>descended_angl @ 2007-01-10T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-11T02:37:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-11T02:46:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I haven't updated in a while&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot has changed still&lt;br /&gt;My grades went down last semester&lt;br /&gt;so I'm working harder this semester&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing good though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to hurt my ankle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;but wished that I did&lt;br /&gt;so now I go around school and everyone calls me&lt;br /&gt;Gimpy because I limp around the school. lol&lt;br /&gt;but yea&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to find a decent guy at my school&lt;br /&gt;so I think that I may start talking to people from other schools&lt;br /&gt;not like that would be any surprise for the people at my school&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;but yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm gaining weight&lt;br /&gt;and I'm filling out more&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind it so much if my stomach weren't getting bigger&lt;br /&gt;no. I'm not pregnant. lol&lt;br /&gt;I've just been eating a lot more since I've left Florida&lt;br /&gt;but I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a good work out in gym class though&lt;br /&gt;We use the exercise balls and follow along with a tape&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good workout. lol&lt;br /&gt;we do that for about 20-30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;and then my friends Athena, Mitchell, and I&lt;br /&gt;we take the medicine ball and throw it back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Quite funny actually&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell acts as if I'm a fragile piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;and throws the ball gently to me&lt;br /&gt;I always tell him that it's okay to throw it harder&lt;br /&gt;I won't break and that I'm stronger than I look&lt;br /&gt;Athena seems to be afraid of the ball though&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amusing&lt;br /&gt;but yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;That's the latest on my side of the world&lt;br /&gt;So I'll update again later&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved by,&lt;br /&gt;Always&amp;amp;ForeverTruly,&lt;br /&gt;Miranda&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hmmm.</title>
    <published>2006-10-07T23:26:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-07T23:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I realized that I havent updated in a while&lt;br /&gt;so yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I've been good&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;his name is Andi and he's an exchange student from Germany&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that things with he and I work out&lt;br /&gt;I've been making alot of new friends&lt;br /&gt;and I get to go out and hang out with them and stuff&lt;br /&gt;I love living with my dad&lt;br /&gt;I've been so happy&lt;br /&gt;I really havent gotten pissed off since I left Florida&lt;br /&gt;Just been relaxed and happy&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to get angry with my friends&lt;br /&gt;so it really feels nice to not be bitching at them all the time&lt;br /&gt;but yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my shampoo and conditioner&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer using Suave&lt;br /&gt;I use Dove&lt;br /&gt;and it makes my hair really soft and smell really good&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;I chnaged my deoderant too&lt;br /&gt;using Dove as well&lt;br /&gt;but yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances*&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again later loves&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>*le sigh*</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T15:08:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-27T15:08:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I know that I havent updated in a while&lt;br /&gt;I just havent really had the time&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;my daily schedule is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Shower&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball practice&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Homework [ if I have any ]&lt;br /&gt;and usually I'm done by about 8/8 30&lt;br /&gt;and then I get online for about 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;and any days besides wednesday or thursday&lt;br /&gt;when I'm done online&lt;br /&gt;I usually go home and go to bed because I'm so wiped out&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dance on friday night&lt;br /&gt;I went with a guy whose name is Steven&lt;br /&gt;and he and I are going out&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;and yesturday my grandma took me shopping&lt;br /&gt;with the $155 my aunt had sent me&lt;br /&gt;[ It was originally $200&lt;br /&gt;but $40 of it went towards school pics&lt;br /&gt;and $5 of it went towards the dance ]&lt;br /&gt;But with the money that we had&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get a new pair of shoes, 2 new shirts, a pair of jeans,&lt;br /&gt;spandex for volleyball practice, a new cd, and two packs of gum&lt;br /&gt;so I was happy&lt;br /&gt;and then when I got home I slept from about 3 30 - 5 30&lt;br /&gt;and my dad called to wake me up for dinner&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that my grandpa had to go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;and he got moved to another one for testing&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother went to go and see him&lt;br /&gt;and she'll be calling later on&lt;br /&gt;depending on what she said. my dad and I might have to go up there&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that everything turns out okay&lt;br /&gt;I love my grandpa so much&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again later on to let you know what happens&lt;br /&gt;Til then, Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;so fucking much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>^_^</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T17:23:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-02T17:23:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;So here I am&lt;br /&gt;in Missouri&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty nice here&lt;br /&gt;The weather is hotter than hell&lt;br /&gt;but thats okay since I rarely go outside&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a friend's house the other day&lt;br /&gt;and found out from her cousins that she likes me&lt;br /&gt;as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;I like her and all&lt;br /&gt;but no more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should be getting my new cell phone here in a few days&lt;br /&gt;and my dad is teaching me how to drive&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun&lt;br /&gt;Were starting to get the house cleaned up&lt;br /&gt;and I feel alot more confortable&lt;br /&gt;my dad lets me do alot more things than my mom did&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;Right now I may be bored&lt;br /&gt;and miss certain people&lt;br /&gt;but I think that this move was for the best&lt;br /&gt;and in the end&lt;br /&gt;I think that I may just stay to finish out highschool&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;But only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;and I have a whole year to figure that out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started talking to people who I used to know&lt;br /&gt;and were all getting along&lt;br /&gt;I think its just that everyone grew up&lt;br /&gt;and got older&lt;br /&gt;So either way it works out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Nearly time....</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T22:30:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T22:30:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;My dad arrived last night sometime around 12&lt;br /&gt;and we've packed everything into&amp;nbsp;his truck&lt;br /&gt;and brought the truck over here to my mom's boyfriend's house&lt;br /&gt;I still have some last things to pack&lt;br /&gt;but they'll go with me when my mom brings us over here around like 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;So many people will&amp;nbsp;be going to bed&lt;br /&gt;by the time I finally leave dude&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;I should arrive in Missouri tomorrow night sometime around 10/11&lt;br /&gt;We wont be making many stops&lt;br /&gt;Just a few stops for gas/food&lt;br /&gt;but that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got to go and see Cassi&lt;br /&gt;It was fun&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Cody L. [shortcody]&amp;nbsp;yesturday&lt;br /&gt;and Cody Minnix [emocody]&amp;nbsp;today&lt;br /&gt;Cody M. stopped by to get his FF7 guidebook back&lt;br /&gt;and we talked for about 15-20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;but yea&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona miss so many people here, dude&lt;br /&gt;It's not even funny how many there are&lt;br /&gt;and today is Stephanie's birthday&lt;br /&gt;and I dont get to see her and spend the day with her&lt;br /&gt;not the my mom would let me even if I wasn't moving&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;That's my mom for you&lt;br /&gt;But all well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont guarantee that I'll be coming back in a year&lt;br /&gt;It just depends on how things go while I'm up there&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry if I actually decide to stay up there all through highschool everyone&lt;br /&gt;But I have a year to decide&lt;br /&gt;and if I do stay up there&lt;br /&gt;I will be back for summers&lt;br /&gt;Thank god&lt;br /&gt;I really cant go that long without seeing certain people&lt;br /&gt;Like Liz&lt;br /&gt;God I'm gona miss her so fucking much&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;I'll post first thing when I've got the chance guys&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to miss all of just as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Miranda&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>*sighs* Gah.</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T17:26:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T17:26:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am at Liz's house&lt;br /&gt;and I'm leaving here in a few days&lt;br /&gt;I still have so much to get done&lt;br /&gt;^^;;&lt;br /&gt;Like finish up packing my room&lt;br /&gt;and clean up the hosue before my dad gets here on Friday&lt;br /&gt;God it's so stressing to do so much in so little time&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom that I should have been home last week to get it all done&lt;br /&gt;But all well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have friends that I want to see before I go&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks because I might not be able to see them&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see my family&lt;br /&gt;and finally get a chance to meet Nicole&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;Those are a few things that I'm looking foward to when I go up there&lt;br /&gt;and then for school to start&lt;br /&gt;That way I can see whose willing to reaccept me when I go up there&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later on&lt;br /&gt;Probably once I arrive in Missouri&lt;br /&gt;and get some of my shit unpacked&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;^^;;&lt;br /&gt;But yea&lt;br /&gt;I lovr you all&lt;br /&gt;So fucking much&lt;br /&gt;Especially Liz&lt;br /&gt;and even Adan still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all once I come up for the summer if I dont see you before I leave&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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