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  <title>the time of my life</title>
  <subtitle>the sky is falling...</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-12-31T16:58:08Z</updated>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-31T11:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T16:58:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T16:58:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone enjoy the last day of the craziest year of our lives.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get a buzz cut....or a mohawk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris H pay me 45 bucks sucka.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-10T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-10T23:48:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-10T23:48:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is a shout out to my mother.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-08T17:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-08T22:59:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-08T22:59:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I got into college!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia University. Early Decision. Ivy League. New York City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy hell.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-07T17:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-07T22:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-07T22:48:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">2 b's and 2'c.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and columbia in 28 hours and 13 minutes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a calc test and psych presentation.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could life get any worse???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,,,,,,, BOYS</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramelcutie38:72939</id>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-04T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T03:05:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T03:05:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shoot me now.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-04T10:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T15:33:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T15:33:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mmmmm kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trails and lakes and almost falling and buses and tic tac toe and tator tots and blue couches and caribou and coyotes and highland point and my entire saturday night. outside in freeeezing weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aubrey sitting on the roof of the beemer cause that was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and girl talk until four with jamie and ekta and my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life, basically.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caramelcutie38:72443</id>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-03T16:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T21:55:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T21:55:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmmmm i'm trying to do college essays cause my mom finally made me sit down and do them this afternoon and isn't letting me up til i finish at least a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me. if you were having a dinner party and could invite 4 dead people, who would they be, why, and what would the main topic of conversation be?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard. isn't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the SATs this morning. math was ridiculously easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY TELL ME IF YOU LIKE MY PROFILE PICTURE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i had it figured out, life gets confusing again. boys boys boys. ima turning lesbian.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i forgot last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag: whoever wants to waste time.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-12-02T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T05:30:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T05:30:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ground Rules: 1st player of this game starts with the topic "5 weird habits or facts about yourself" &amp; people who get tagged need to write a xanga entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged &amp; list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment saying "you're tagged" &amp; tell them to read you're xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to my fish. &lt;br /&gt;2. I never throw pictures away. &lt;br /&gt;3. When i like a song i listen to it a million times til i memorize it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I go through friends and boys like tissues. &lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes i just stop breathing.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-27T16:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T21:33:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T21:33:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i do not like the weirdness or awkwardness of dates. Period. Especially first dates. At this point i have no idea if he likes me or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm and Rent is awesome and i am turning bohemian.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-24T20:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T01:49:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T01:49:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When it rains, soon comes the deluge. And that is all i have to say. At least i can postpone it a bit with a visit to my completely psycho family for one of the craziest thanksgivings yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for: Boston Market Thanksgiving dinners that my grandmother tries to pass off as her own, my 9 year old cousins for beating each other up amusingly, the first snowfall, caffeinne, awesome phone calls, good books, finding out my uncle's old pot smoking habits, seeing my mom's old high school boyfriend's house, basically learning that my family was ME a generation ago, missing my friends who are awesome, my cool aunt who is actually like at NYU, the fact i'm seeing rent late tonight, my broken IPOD, the last time i have to go home south, my adorable little sister and youngest cousin, the shithole state of new jersey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.......my paintball gun. (just kidding)</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-23T05:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-23T10:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-23T10:21:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He called He called He called He called He called He called He called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we talked in a parking lot forever and it was awesome.  Except then Brett's phone was off so now i have to wait til Sunday to see her and Aubrey's grandfather was a little mad when i got back over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still awesome.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-21T13:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T18:35:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T18:35:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ryan Cabrera and Joey from the Click 5 from this point on shall simultaneously be my lovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carvel boy has still not called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after how many days should i give up?? Eedee this one is for you.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-20T13:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-20T18:13:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-20T18:13:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfires, junior boys, lakes, night drives, school playgrounds, chapstick, 99 cent lighters, burned marshmellows, lakes, reflections, blankets, ice cream scoops, ice cream scoopers, courage, pens, napkins, suprises, hydrogen peroxide, gilmore girls, absolute chemistry, deep conversations, the blair witch project, tall trees, cloudy nights, moonlight, broken fences, tea, best friends coming through, sleepovers, moes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-19T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-20T00:45:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-20T00:45:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night a late showing of harry potter with jamie scott ivan and nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight asia's play, marietta square, and now CAMPING with the awesome junior boyses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow jamie's christmas suprise (hint hint it's at the tabernacle....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my collegites come home!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving week is awesome</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-17T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T05:44:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T05:45:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I had the lovely experience of being accused of a felony involving a large white van, an ex-boyfriend, and a paintball gun (one of which i have never seen before) Use your imaginations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say i did not commit said crime. Nor do i know who did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that the rest of the student body believes me. Or bothers to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, the power of gossip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check: the worst day of my life.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-11-13T21:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T02:43:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T02:43:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mmmm life is weird lately. All my friends are cool, but it's still never going to be the same as it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like i lived a life for 3 years and then had to start a new one in time for senior year. But i think i'm making the most of it. Most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the parties are damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys suck. Except the one i almost have the courage to talk to. Tongue-tied is not attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon will be miss o, harry potter, tom sayer, and pudding thanksgiving reunion 2005 (aka getting my old life back for a night or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the Week: What do you have to be Thankful for??</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-26T23:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T03:48:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T03:48:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had an awesome awesome awesome day except for the fact that my keyboard is screwed up and that i still can"t make myself write these freaking college essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my dad is buying me a car in like a month cause my mom"s broke down and she does"t want another one so we have to trade her"s in or something like that AND this really cute boy i"ve "crushed" on for like the whole year asked me to hang out friday night and kissed me on the cheek after class AND its cold and i love it AND i understand calculus AND this weekend is going to kick ass AND i got invited to three halloween parties and that"s fun cause i like costumes (any ideas by the way???) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i love you allllll</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-25T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T03:45:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T03:45:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey guess what I PASSED MY DRIVERS TEST!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellll yes whoever said the third time is a charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd i am bitching everybody out lately, including teachers and full classes of people?? Not really sure why. Just makes me more ready to go to college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparantly not more ready to do college applications because i have 6 more days to do GA Tech, Emory, and Columbia and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MORE ESSAYS TO WRITE!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-24T01:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-24T05:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-24T05:13:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today i ran away. To Jamie's and i came back in time for dinner, so i guess it wasn't much good. But i still did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing i am not, it is a spoiled brat. Spoiled brats don't worry about orphaned children in Pakistan. If you didn't want me to be priveleged, then don't raise me in freaking priveleged East Cobb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am SO behind in college applications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also have guts. Or i'm just lonely.</content>
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    <title>I cried.</title>
    <published>2005-10-24T04:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-24T04:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sarah Beth is scared to death&lt;br /&gt;To hear what the doctor will say&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't been well&lt;br /&gt;Since the day that she fell&lt;br /&gt;And the bruise, just won't go away&lt;br /&gt;So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad&lt;br /&gt;Flips through an old magazine&lt;br /&gt;Till a the nurse with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Stands at the door&lt;br /&gt;And says will you please come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth is scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Cause the doctor just told her the news&lt;br /&gt;Between the red cells and white&lt;br /&gt;Something's not right&lt;br /&gt;But we're gonna take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six chances in ten it won't come back again&lt;br /&gt;With the therapy were gonna try&lt;br /&gt;It's just been approved&lt;br /&gt;It's the strongest there is&lt;br /&gt;I think we caught it in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth closes her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she dreams she's dancing&lt;br /&gt;Around and around without any cares&lt;br /&gt;And her very first love is holding her close&lt;br /&gt;And the soft wind is blowing her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth is scared to death&lt;br /&gt;As she sits holding her mom&lt;br /&gt;Cause it would be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;For someone to take&lt;br /&gt;A girl with no hair to the prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, just this morning right there on her pillow&lt;br /&gt;Was the cruelest of any surprise&lt;br /&gt;And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands&lt;br /&gt;The proof that she couldn't deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth closes her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she dreams she's dancing&lt;br /&gt;Around and around without any cares&lt;br /&gt;And her very first love was holding her close&lt;br /&gt;And the soft wind is blowing her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quarter to seven&lt;br /&gt;That boys at the door&lt;br /&gt;And her daddy ushers him in&lt;br /&gt;And when he takes off his cap&lt;br /&gt;They all start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause this mornin where his hair had been&lt;br /&gt;Softly she touches just skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they go dancin&lt;br /&gt;Around and around without any cares&lt;br /&gt;And her very first true love is holding her close&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment she isn't scared</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-18T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-19T03:37:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">J'aime asia et aubrey et stealing cookie cake et Gilmore Girls et long naps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je deteste my mother, college applications, Tri-M, et........Francais??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the stupidity of that irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of our agendas have a big SAY NO to Tobacco, Alcohol, Drugs, and then they point to a Dead End sign.......I don't know why i noticed that today.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-15T18:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-15T22:15:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Singing the national anthem yesterday was fun.....i think we even sounded pretty damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the team won!! if i had any school spirit maybe i would care?? hahahaha but i do love fooootball boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with eric, justin, jamie, hamlet, and nolan last night....finally got to see jamie putting my couch to good use again! It was about time dahling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm and tonight is garba and i slacked off and didn't do college apps today and now i won't get home til 4 in the morning cause indians are psychos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love senioritis. and crappy made-for-tv movies.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-12T23:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T03:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T03:59:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was very much so fun in the way that i skipped all morning and ate PANCAKES AT IHOP.... one of my favorite foods in the world, then got back to school in time for mrs. nelsen to be awesome and count me as present for the whole morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i basically slept for the rest of the day except for waking up in time to comprehend some things in calc and getting one of the school nominations for the emory scholars scholarship!! wooooppdeeedooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PAC, piano lesson, and tutoring my new favorite sophomore in math and now trying to study for psych midterm and read heart of darkness......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a busy busy busy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm just going to say for the last time how much i needed to be a senior/be in chamber last year.... &lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys had fun on your "skip out of the menangitis assembely" day last year tooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss everybody near and far, here and there.......and everwhere.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-10T23:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T03:56:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today i saw Brett and it made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROOKIE SUE!!! je t'adore beaucoup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm and i made 25 dollars. and now i'm going to bed.</content>
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    <title>caramelcutie38 @ 2005-10-09T18:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T22:53:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Campbell's homecoming last night was awesome....best school dance jamie or i had ever been too...and our dates weren't half bad either... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i failed my drivers test yet again. whatever. i'm getting a golf cart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do shit for college apps this weekend and now we have a bunch of people over and the deadlines are drawing close...i'm getting scared.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh stressss</content>
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