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  <title>true tales of a loudmouth girl</title>
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2005-05-18T17:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T00:00:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T00:00:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;stine4187: u need to update ur LJ please&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had been thinking that these last few weeks before summer should be documented anyway. Lucky for Christine I also love and take care of her wishes :) haha.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think I left off about a week ago. In fact, last Wednesday was the morning I woke up at the ungodly hour of five unable to open my right eye.&amp;nbsp; After laying in bed wondering what sort of freakish malfunction was going on in my eye, I got up the courage to walk to the bathroom and check it out.&amp;nbsp; You may have guessed it, Conjunctivitis.&amp;nbsp; Welcome the heat compressor and eye drops in for the next scene which lasted a good four hours.&amp;nbsp; Once the swelling was relieved a bit, I hopped in the car and was off to school, where lucky me walked into the entire school being let out for a fire drill. I don't remember much more of that day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thursday afterschool I did some running around and then followed Jeannine to the benefit concert at Feehan.&amp;nbsp; We chatted with Charlie and his friends for a bit in the Feelot, then headed inside, late as usual.&amp;nbsp; From there we met up with the favorites while enjoying the beautiful music of Riverside.&amp;nbsp; After Riverside I got really caught up in talking to Jeannine and Kat and didnt even notice Tim tapping my shoulder for like ten minutes.&amp;nbsp; Chatted up with Tim who I feel like I haven't seen in a ridiculous amount of time, I was extrememly glad he was persistent in his poking.&amp;nbsp; Aston, Feehan's famous garage-band, came on after Riverside to end the concert which was thoroughly enjoyed, dispite the "We hate Aston" chant :) After the concert I said goodbye to everyone and went home to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friday I went to visit Josh on Ninth Street before going to the Saints baseball game with Kristen Guiliano.&amp;nbsp; I met her at Vets and chatted with Noel, Beth, &amp;amp; the Lavigne family before sitting down with Mrs. Siravo and Mrs. Feeley.&amp;nbsp; The boys were losing so we quickly made up for the lack of entertainment by talking about John's siblings and the crazy things they did to her and how much she loves John.&amp;nbsp; After the game ended I said goodbye to everyone and hopped in the Green Monster with Amie and Charlie while trying to justify Charlie's anger by telling him the other team was mean. Post-(MANY)calls to people I ended up at the Furbush residence sitting with Leah and Mike watching the boys be boys.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Soon Jenna and JT got there and we left to go to Jess Moore's party.&amp;nbsp; I won't even bother trying to name or remember who was there, but it was definitely a random outting.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad we went though I talked to a lot of people and had alot of fun without needing the comfort of having all my friends there.&amp;nbsp; Of course thats not to say I wouldnt have wanted them there, it was just different. There were many interesting moments, but my highlights would have to be Joanne falling off the deck railing &amp;amp; Jenna being a beer stealing skeez :). That night ended with Jeannine and I getting Wendy's at 1AM and going home to crash.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saturday I woke up and went to Dan's, hung out there watching the Discovery channel with Jenna, John, and Kat while Christine, Chris, Dan, Kristen, and Sarah sat downstairs in a catatonic state.&amp;nbsp; Didn't do much but relax until 4 when Kat and I left to go to Aleco's to get subs before babysitting.&amp;nbsp; We ventured to the Armstrong residence to eat our dinner together where I met Kat's adorable family! I had to leave about fifteen minutes into the visit to get to the Neurmondurf's on time to get Kelly.&amp;nbsp; After babysitting I went back to Dan's where Mark and Lynne(I think?) had joined the group. Stayed there for a few until my mom asked me to come home, however on my way home she fell asleep so I went to Josh's where we watched a movie and relaxed until 1.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Woke up at 8AM sunday to drive to the Feelot for 9.&amp;nbsp; Stopped at Mr. B's bagels for coffee where I bumped into Jeannine and we all had a nice chat about college.&amp;nbsp; Continued on to Feehan where I met up with the Furbush children.&amp;nbsp; Eventually Jenna, Kat, Eric, Christine, Dan ,and Val would come to join us.&amp;nbsp; We spent alot of time drawing, driving, talking, and sitting in cars before taking off to the Palladium.&amp;nbsp; The car there further instilled the fact that I know the greatest girls in the world, no matter what we are doing or whats going on they are all so nice and genuine.&amp;nbsp; I love my F5 girls, seriously what a goddamn way to end out the year!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We got to the Palladium and were able to talk to the boys and pose for a trip photo before Riverside actually played.&amp;nbsp; Their set was absolutely amazing.&amp;nbsp; Words cannot describe how proud I am of those boys.&amp;nbsp; I love the three of them so much, they have all been such amazing friends to me, and I can't believe how talented they have become, or how lucky I am to know them.&amp;nbsp; I was so glad their set went well, we listened to the CD of the show in the car before leaving the Palladium and heading back home.&amp;nbsp; Eventually I wound up at Josh's house where I watched Desperate Housewives (and missed Sunday night at the Arismendi's!) and slept.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This school week thus far has been a big blur.&amp;nbsp; Its been a very emotional week for everyone I am close to at school.&amp;nbsp; Its weird how somethings just seem to fall apart at the end of senior year that you never really saw coming.&amp;nbsp; This week alone I have seen two couples break up and heard about two truly tragic deaths.&amp;nbsp; Senior year in general is ending on a good note, I just feel so badly for some of the events going on on the sidelines of the seniors lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This entry is far too long. It ends with the same note as always, I love my friends- they are my life.&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp; I GET TO GO ON A HOT DATE WITH MISS DOHERTY TOMORROW!&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2005-02-08T19:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T03:46:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T03:46:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if you read this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i don't speak to you often,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must post a memory of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so long as it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you....</content>
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2004-12-04T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-04T23:20:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-05T16:00:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;before i say anything i would like to thank dohts and my mom, josh, john, and work? for being the bright spots in my week. spots doesn't necessarily sound right, but the message is clear enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;why i love dohts: uh. she's amazing? i have the best conversations with her than i have had with anyone in a long time. i love going out with her even if its only been a few times. our adventure to panera and borders definitely helped to make my week more tolerable. thank you for being the sweetest most genuine girl ever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;why i love my mom: she is the most incredible person in the world. and she cries when i say nice things to her. she also bought me cinnamon tea and fabric spray, to get me in the christmas spirit. god i love her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;why i love josh: for making me feel better after my treacherous(?) week and for proof reading my college essay, and of course putting up with me when i was convinced i could not write a college essay, in fact i do believe i was convinced it would kill me. yes folks, i am over dramatic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;why i love work: "thats not for coffee, its clearly a butt plug, come here i'll show you". "no seriously, i'm only going to take your tempature". "one time i wrote a book report about the big blue bug". "here's a little booty romp shake". "i work at a woman's hospital, you boys don't even know where girls have been, double wrap it!". "you did what with a monkey?". and of course my boss, bill, for his endless angry, no-bull-shit policy, and ninja activities. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;why i love john: who else would make me smile at school? period.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; i am so happy to have met you. you will never think this is about you, but our little talks and likeness' make me far too happy. i can't wait to see you soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;i really don't know why its come down to this. i wish you would initiate a talk with me. it is desperately necessary. i dont understand why we are throwing our friendship away. i guess "you are one of the people i am going to miss the most. and i will always be here for you", didnt mean very much at all. you can't remain bestfriends with someone for long when you are not connected with them, i want to connect again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; i miss being close to you, in the beginning of the year i loved our talks and when we hung out i thought it was something that would continue, i'm not going to lie, i am truly disappointed things changed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; i hope to see you next year so badly. of course i will see you before then, but i want to be where you are so badly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; thought our time together is usually insignificant, you always make me that much happier. you are one of the first people to ever have to help me walk when intoxicated. thank you, for that, and for being you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;sometimes i think i annoy the hell out of you. our friendship does mean alot to me. i think it has been three years now, and you have always been there for me whether to tell me sweet things, critique my work, or push ideas into my mind. thank you truly from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;i cannot pin what it is about you that makes me want to be close friends with you, but&amp;nbsp;i am crossing my fingers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;i secretly resent you for doing exactly what you promised you would not do. when you tell someone how much they mean to you, sometimes you have to show it. 35 minutes is not a far enough distance to seperate true friends, and neither is a boy. i hope you learn that lesson before too long.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;i feel as though i hurt you in someway and i am sorry. i used to feel pretty comfortable around you and now i feel sad because i don't know what to say or do around you, and you will never ever think this has to do with you, but it does.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;thank you for coming back into my life. exactly when i needed a strong female influence. we are scumbags and we know it. in fact i am pretty sure we embrace it. i love you with no buts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; i love how you write. just the touches you put on the simplest of things. not to mention i think you are absolutely beautiful. and we both love journals. but i dont think you knew that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; i miss you. at one point i thought we were on the road to becoming good friends. but after we spent a night together i feel as though we never really re-connected. i like to think you are just busy. i am probably wrong, but i know you are searching for change. i hope you don't go too far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;you love to tell me how i have been MIA, but you don't call to figure things out either. start calling to figure things out. i am not always going to let our friendship fall into place, your value to me requires more effort on your part. i love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;please stop being an asshole. i know your hard shell has been deemed funny, but sometimes its just nice to be nice. and if you didn't notice i have no intention of calling you when you tell me i was a backup plan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;thank you for meaning everything to me these last couple weeks. i never realized how much i value the little moments. i love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;i told you not to forget. i think you did. regardless, i still need to talk to you. i need your input on many aspects of my life. i dont really know why, but something inside me is telling me to turn to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; you make my job as secret santa very hard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;you and your bestfriend seriously make up two of the nicest people i know. i love talking to you, and watch out for god, he may be trying to smite you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;things are not the same. i wish we&amp;nbsp; had a ritual. more importantly, i hope your happy. thats all i have ever wanted for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;we are similar in our group of friends, mostly for a negative reason. its not our fault, just one of those things. my favorite thing about you is that you always hug both hi and goodbye. you are made up of so many things i admire. someday i will let you in on that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; i will&amp;nbsp;never understand you. ever. i hope you are okay. i am not hearing good things. i hope you call me soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;i hate that i&amp;nbsp;hold one thing against you, it is stupid and petty, but i cannot shake it. you really are a great person, and a wonderful friend. someday i will not be petty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; are one of my favorite people in school. i am sorry for your recent troubles, but i am here for you and i hope you know that. thank you for being my physicA partner, making me eat sprouts, and planning christmas schemes with me. elfar isn't so bad herself :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you;&lt;/strong&gt; it was nice spending time with you the other day. i thnk we should do it again soon. i will definitely give you a call like i said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;drive me up a wall and right back down again. it is not all about you. i really don't think you see that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have too many friends, i only think that is half of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you want to guess if they are about you, shoot. otherwise i just needed to vent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2004-11-11T06:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-11T11:50:28Z</published>
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    <content type="html">11 minutes until i leave for NYC! i am wicked pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you like my boots"&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT! that was a drill don't touch me!"&lt;br /&gt;---i love my life.</content>
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2004-09-03T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T04:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-04T04:01:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to die right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school this morning to go say goodbye to Liam. It turned out to be Liam, John, Tim, Ganz, the Fishers, Amanda, and I and oh my god i was so terribley sad.  I really can't believe how much I am going to miss my college-bound friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end the sad day I met up with Timmy and John and we had so much fun. It really felt like we were just sitting around and that Tim isnt leaving us. I hope the three of us don't grow apart, I love Tim too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss Tim and Liam. I am so screwed.</content>
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2004-06-21T22:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T02:57:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T03:43:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;dear eddie murphy,&lt;br&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; party all the time.&lt;br&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br&gt;a very tired kristin&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;ps. hello community service at seven am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2004-02-13T17:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-13T22:17:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-13T22:17:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i was on the phone talking to josh about romance.&lt;br /&gt;he was trying to convince me that their is romance in things that i just see no romance in and his reasoning was the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kristin i cant see the difference between the color purple and the color blue, but that doesnt mean they dont exist. christ i drew a sheep the color green when i was in kindergarten. my teacher yelled at me, and i was scarred for life. stupid bitch."</content>
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    <title>EVERYONE PLEASE COMMENT</title>
    <published>2003-09-03T22:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-03T22:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what is your definition of love? leave comments as long or short as you'd like. send friends here to comment, comment yourself, whatever.</content>
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    <title>callmeliar @ 2003-05-04T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-04T14:06:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-21T19:57:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT TO BE ADDED.</content>
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