<?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/  -->
<rss version='2.0' xmlns:lj='http://www.livejournal.org/rss/lj/1.0/' xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' xmlns:atom10='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom'>
<channel>
  <title>sweetblood92</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/</link>
  <description>sweetblood92 - LiveJournal.com</description>
  <lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 03:06:50 GMT</lastBuildDate>
  <generator>LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com</generator>
  <lj:journal>sweetblood92</lj:journal>
  <lj:journalid>17466927</lj:journalid>
  <lj:journaltype>personal</lj:journaltype>
  <atom10:link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/' />
  <image>
    <url>http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/88599628/17466927</url>
    <title>sweetblood92</title>
    <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/</link>
    <width>100</width>
    <height>74</height>
  </image>

<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/8384.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 03:06:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weeeiiirddd</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/8384.html</link>
  <description>John, Israel and his little brother...and me. You can&apos;t even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t even type lmao</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/8384.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>amused</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/8073.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 15:01:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Eh.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/8073.html</link>
  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can&apos;t write alot at the moment because I have to run to class in about four minutes. So yea, I&apos;m back from summer vacation. I don;t have internet, like i said in the beginning, so I can only update when internet is near bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lots of shit happend and I&apos;ll lightly update later, I&apos;m not wanting to go into full detail and aspect that happend over these past few monthes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say one thing for sure. I should have went camping....</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/8073.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crappy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7928.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:50:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fuck the dumb shit.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7928.html</link>
  <description>I cut off all my hair...well...not all of it. most of it. All my friends with long hair think i&apos;m going insane...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...they don&apos;t know half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom now might have uterus cancer....great. Oh, and my grandfather is back in the hospital, probably gunna die soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone hand me the whiskey, i need to take my aspirin.(jk)</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7928.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crazy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7472.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 15:42:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>uugghhh...sick.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7472.html</link>
  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hate being sick and being at school all at the same time. It just makes the whole thing harder to live with. I just wish I could go back to bed or atleast not be here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mr Roth (favorite &amp;amp; best teacher ever) isn&apos;t here so I&apos;ll have to deal with some stupid sub, that even the security guards are making fun of. And right now, I&apos;m supposed to be Mr Scott&apos;s T.A, but i can&apos;t stand him anymore and plus I can&apos;t find him so w.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want tea with honey =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sweet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; not feeling as such.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7472.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>sick</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7371.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 20:53:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>blehk.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7371.html</link>
  <description>Sorry for my delay. I&apos;ve been sick and not able to get to a computer lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Okay so nothing completely exciting has happend in my week off...the Guy I was talking about (the older one) still likes me and I still have to stay away and that makes it even harder. He gave me a cool little clear stone and we talked a little about the situation...we both want to be with eachother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life sometimes.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/7371.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crushed</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6964.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 15:47:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>. . .</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6964.html</link>
  <description>I&apos;m just frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t even know what to post, really, just because what I want to write about I might get into trouble for..(by friends)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Basically...In a nut shell...I&apos;m attracted to someone who is quite a few years older than&amp;nbsp; myself. I&apos;ve always been attracted to older people, I don&apos;t always act on the feelings, but I&apos;m attracted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And here&apos;s why I may get into trouble..I want to act on my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m thinking waaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much about what I want to do and it&apos;s making me so ancy that I can feel my skin move....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has shown interest back but like I said...the age gap is huge and just to be honest with myself...I think I&apos;m to immature for him. I still love being a kid once in a while. I love randomly tackling my friends or getting into wrestling matches in the dirt....he&apos;s a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m still a kid.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6964.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>confused</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6700.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 20:46:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>scrubs.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6700.html</link>
  <description>Okay usually I read alot of horror/romance novels but last week I picked up this new book in my school library. It was called Blood Brothers. No it&apos;s not a vampire novel but it&apos;s a really great short novel. It&apos;s got a really twisted feeling about&amp;nbsp;it. secrets, fights and brain bleedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways since I finsihed the book, I&apos;ve been thinking about volunteering at hospital and working my way up to be an intern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll write more later. I&apos;m looking up stuff at the moment.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6700.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>calm</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6589.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:39:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>qucik update</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6589.html</link>
  <description>In redwood city&lt;br /&gt;at a friends house chillaxin&lt;br /&gt;stuck here till tomorrow cause dad is a douche bag. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live, rock and smoke.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6589.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crazy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6216.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 16:49:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>overrated.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6216.html</link>
  <description>So I just got back to school from Spring break. My week was pretty fun. &lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of mushrooms, smoked alot of weed and drank with my &amp;quot;homies&amp;quot; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say, this easter is one easter I shall never forget. &lt;br /&gt;My friends and I refused to let Park Rangers and Police take our PIRATE&amp;nbsp;FLAGS. One of my sisters got taken to jail though which is a huge bummer. If I can I&apos;ll get some pictures because this shit was crazy! The fucking rangers ripped off her shirt as they tackled her to the ground and she&apos;s only 19! and a FEMALE&amp;nbsp;at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family stood around the Janice tree and formed a human baracade basically. My eldest sister that I listen to the most, told me to help but not to get around the tree because I&apos;m still a lil to young. I&apos;m the Baby Sister. I&apos;m so proud of the though! They all stood their ground and didn&apos;t go down without a fight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the end 2 family members went to the clink and we did end up taking the flag down just so the police wouldn&apos;t take them for good. But I do guarantee they&apos;ll be waving today when I walk into that park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sweet</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6216.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>calm</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6090.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 21:03:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pokerface.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6090.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a random thought but I wish I had a good poker face. Cause then nobody could tell what&amp;nbsp;I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know I&apos;m in a babble mood. This weekend was....a roller coaster ride. &lt;br /&gt;I hooked up with my best friends&apos; cousin and now we&apos;re &amp;quot;buddies&amp;quot; =P. But If i start developing feelings for him...I&apos;m screwed....and not in the literal sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m not allowed to get attatched basically, but, maybe it&apos;s a good thing...This way I can have my cake and eat it too. Sort-to-speak. But the things he does are just so cute...but then again there are things about him that would prevent me from getting to emotionally close. &lt;br /&gt;If he and I keep at it and not get emotional atleast I can look on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;1. I won&apos;t get hurt if I don&apos;t get close&lt;br /&gt;2.He&apos;s an amazing kisser&lt;br /&gt;and 3. He&apos;s an even better lay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve never had a real &amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;fuck buddy&amp;quot; so&amp;nbsp;i&apos;m fairly new to this. Anyone got any tips on how to NOT&amp;nbsp;get close? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..I know..It&apos;s a dumb question but will SOMEONE&amp;nbsp;answer it?&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/6090.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>curious</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5673.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 23:55:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>WOOHOO!!</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5673.html</link>
  <description>IRISH&amp;nbsp;PARTY&amp;nbsp;TONIGHT!!!!</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5673.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>excited</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5575.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 18:08:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fuck you and your fucking district.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5575.html</link>
  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Some words of advice:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you ever have kids and don&apos;t know where to enroll them at school at, don&apos;t pick&amp;nbsp;SFUSD Your kid will probably kill themself within the first 2 years if they are, by any means, open minded. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking school district is giving me shit for having excessive absences but here&apos;s the thing. I have had&amp;nbsp;a 2.86 GPA all year, except for this last report card, but I still got above a 2.00. My mom thinks that if this keeps happening then she&apos;s going to have to do jail time. (Is that true? btw) I can&apos;t even mention school without her getting all crazy now. And my attendence leiazon (or however the fuck you spell it) is a fat unfair bitch! Just because your fucking kid fucked up once, is a star student and you can&apos;t&amp;nbsp;get a man/woman&amp;nbsp;doesn&apos;t mean you have to be a fucking cunt towards me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m ready to burn down the school, even though&amp;nbsp;I couldn&apos;t pull it off...I want to. I would mak sure everyone was out first! I&apos;m not a murderer...just a little crazy. I just want out of the school district, after 3 years of the B.S,&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m a bit exhausted. Excuse me for my ranting, but then again....I don&apos;t care right now.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5575.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>cranky</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>1</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5211.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:56:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I know what you did this weekend...dun dun duunnn</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5211.html</link>
  <description>Sounds like a bad movie title starring Freddie Prince Junior. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friday: Got drunk at friends&apos; house with more friends. Watched Youtube videos. Passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Saturday: Slightly hungover. Go to Hippie Hill. Hang out there for a bit, get stoned. Go home and watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sunday: Take exctacy. Don&apos;t really trip to much. bummer. Smoke alot of pot. pass out watching Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday(currently):Stoned. In library. thinking about this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...interesting...Interestingly boring. I started thinking all dark when I peeked on my pill. I kept thinking &amp;quot;I&apos;m gunna die someday. no matter how I try to fight it. I am going to die someday...and I&apos;m scared to find out how.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to die. But I&apos;m human...we&apos;re put on this earth to die. We&apos;re born, some of us grow up and then we die. End of story. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think that&apos;s maybe why I love the idea of Vampires. Immortal, everlasting...but that&apos;s the hollywood vamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really high...I&apos;ll write later. I&apos;m thinking too much.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/5211.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crazy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4987.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 17:12:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4987.html</link>
  <description>I want to write but I have nothing to write about really, well, more like I don&apos;t have the passion at the moment to realy get into anything. I&apos;m just going to summarize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so..&lt;br /&gt;Febuary 27, I became someone&apos;s girlfriend. His name is Zach Daniels. =] He&apos;s 19 and from Hippie hill. I&apos;m starting to really like this punk lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama with friends and their problems, so that&apos;s nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i&amp;nbsp;said, nothing to interesting. Write later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sweet.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4987.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>blah</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4658.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 17:33:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>soooooooooooo....</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4658.html</link>
  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess it&apos;s not a huge deal if I like my friends&apos; older brother but it&apos;s just kinda...odd feeling. I think I&apos;m actually starting to develop feelings for him but I don&apos;t think that their mutual. I&apos;ve hung out with him by myself now except his friend was there. He&apos;s 19 and I&apos;m only 16, is that still considered illegal? It&apos;s only three year difference....hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know. I&apos;m pretty out of it at the moment, I smoked a bowl before I left my house this morning. =]&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ll write more later. Right now I&apos;m just looking at cool black and white pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;media&quot; alt=&quot;ferris.jpg ferris wheel and tree black and white picture by psychotiff13&quot; src=&quot;http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a283/psychotiff13/ferris.jpg&quot; galleryimg=&quot;no&quot; style=&quot;width: 300px; height: 294px&quot; /&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4658.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>creative</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4440.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 02:41:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>=[</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4440.html</link>
  <description>I think I have a crush on my friends&apos; older brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4440.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>curious</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>1</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4213.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 17:01:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Beautiful poison</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4213.html</link>
  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s funny how something so beautiful and fragile looking...could kill you in a matter of minutes. -Yes, I&apos;m reading the Novel, White Oleander. And I recommend it to&amp;nbsp;any young women who is a little self-doubting. The mother and daughter in this book are phanomenal. I&apos;m in love with the plot and the characters of Astrid and Ingrid. Ingrid is like an Oleander. She&apos;s beautiful and fragile but can be deadly. Lethal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to kill someone, I think I&apos;d use the technique she did. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kill them with Kindess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well...Oleander sap. &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing really to talk about. I&apos;m feeling kind of blah today. I&apos;m not mad, sad or anything negative but nor am I feeling happy or anything positive. I feel...hollow? Is that the word? I don&apos;t know. I&apos;m gunna go read or something. Write more later. I probably will have something to write about after 5th period.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/4213.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>complacent</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3860.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 19:30:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Anxiety.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3860.html</link>
  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Remember how I was ranting about a girl who was ruining my relationship with my bestfriend? Well...SHE&apos;S&amp;nbsp;BACK. Well, technically she never LEFT, but I wasn&apos;t seeing her to much anymore and my bff has been with me&amp;nbsp;alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Scene)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stubby and I are already in&amp;nbsp;class, trying to work on a worksheet before our test and SHE&amp;nbsp;walks in. &lt;br /&gt;(And if you are reading this, I&apos;m not saying your name, but you fucked up.)&amp;nbsp;So I guess she starts ranting to Stubby about how she got drunk or some shit with some guys from her group home and got caught up by the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First of all she looks like she didn&apos;t sleep or even go home for that matter. And this is why I&apos;m mad..She &lt;strong&gt;KEEPS&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;screwing up and I personally don&apos;t think she deserves anymore chances from Stubby or myself. And it&apos;s not like this only happens once in a while. When we first met her we went through hella shit with her and I&apos;m just fucking tired of her. The school is trying to help her so if she really wants to better herself she should just talk to people at school and let Stubby do her thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stubby recently discovered that she has Anxiety/Panic attacks from&amp;nbsp; to much stress on her/her body. This is just to much for her and now it&apos;s taking a toll on our friendship. I have to learn how to take care of Stubby when she&apos;s having an attack. I literally had to grab her by the arm and pull her out of class because she couldn&apos;t stop crying/hyperventalating. She had an attack because, I am starting to despise this girl and don&apos;t want to hear the excuses anymore and because she didn&apos;t want to argue with me about such a stupid thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love my Stubby, she&apos;s been through just about everything with me and if she wasn&apos;t actually there she lets me scream, cry and talk about it as much as I want and vise versa. Sadly she just left school though because of her attack. She had to call her mom and I had to bring her down to the office and try to calm her down a bit, just so she could breath again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know why I wrote about this but I needed to get it out so &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;wouldn&apos;t freak out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3860.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>cranky</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3671.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 17:25:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Douche is not just a female cleanser.</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3671.html</link>
  <description>&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t get it why people are assholes to people they don&apos;t know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Okay so I posted a entry on this community called PSIVampires and I told them whats been going on and asked for a little advise. But I guess this other person felt compelled to tell me that not only am I not a vampire but I&apos;m also a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If said person is reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUCK&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;COCK =].&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I just needed to say/write it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a hair cut yesterday and omg...I can&apos;t believe how much healthier my hair feels. I have a tendancy to fuck with my hair A LOT. I&apos;ve dyed my hair over ten times in les than about three or four years. My mom says it&apos;s a sign of insanity...I say it&apos;s just me wanting something different to look at. =]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well...I have nothing really to talk about so I&apos;ll write more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till it be morrow. X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3671.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crazy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>2</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3573.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 21:03:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rollerskates, pot and Placebo</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3573.html</link>
  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This weekend was very...interesting. I went down to RedwoodCity to see my best friend and my dad. &lt;br /&gt;Now, my dad is a closet meth user and hasn&apos;t paid child support in more than ten years so your probably wondering by now, &amp;quot;why would I want to go see him?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve come to one conclusion about my dad. He&apos;s a douche. Always has been, always will be. But even though he&apos;s a douche, he gave me a little brother, Justice. Justice is going to be 7 this September. He and I are ten years and six days apart...great timing dad. ;) My little brother is the only thing that keeps me going, that makes me want to do good so he can want to do good when he&apos;s older. Already though from what I can see, he&apos;s turning into a mini of my dad. =P not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I&apos;m chatting with a friend now so I&apos;ll continue later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! And my dad gave me a Polaroid Camera. WOOOO!</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3573.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>creative</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3200.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 21:13:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FUCK!</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3200.html</link>
  <description>Fuck Highschool&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all these stupid ass little girls&lt;br /&gt;and fuck the stupid bitch whose ruining my friendship!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know how my mood should be right now, I&apos;m really fucking pissed off but a bigger part of me just wants to smoke a cig and cry. My best friend feels that she must take care of her other friend who is fucking up in life right now. I know that&apos;s what friends are supposed to do, but this girl will never stand on her own two legs. I&apos;ve given her so many chances to be my friend but everytime I have hope for her, it&apos;s thrown in my face like a piece of trash. I&apos;m fucking done with this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This girl does have some potential but she&apos;ll never survive if she doesn&apos;t act like an adult and own up to lifes problems on her own. Tiphani is helping with everything! She told me she wants to put her through college! WTF&amp;nbsp;is that?!?! These &amp;quot;ideas&amp;quot; sound good, but, FUCK! Am i the only one who sees reality and knows that that will never happen??&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m really tired and frustrated and can&apos;t see through my tears. Don&apos;t feel bad for me please, I don&apos;t want nor do I need sympathy. The bottom line is this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want someone for me. A companion. Someone who can be a friend and a lover. Someone who will listen to what I have to say, someone who will advize me when I need advise. Someone who will love me back...</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3200.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crappy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3049.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 17:17:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What light from yonder window breaks?</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3049.html</link>
  <description>Sorry, in a very odd mood. I&apos;m not sad, nor am I happy but I&apos;m...something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went shopping with my mother yesterday and for once, we only argued a little bit. She bought me a new coat, which I&apos;m very happy about, we went out to lunch at Fresh Choice and then she let me go run around with my friends for a bit. It was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When I got home I watched Romeo + Juliet (Hollywood Version). I like that version better only because it&apos;s more intense. The 70&apos;s version is good if you want to experience it the way it was ment to be but if you want to try and connect to the story, then I recommend the Hollywood version. I think that the love between Romeo and Juliet is captured better in the Hollywood one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t really know what I want to talk about, I&apos;m in a rambling kind of mood and that&apos;s not very entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;OH! If you read my blog or even just view it once in a while, message me! I need more things to do in my free time.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/3049.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>content</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>2</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2741.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 21:21:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>over hang =/</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2741.html</link>
  <description>&amp;nbsp;Red wine, jack daniels and more whiskey does not mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My head was spinning all night but I had some fun, luckily we were in a house so atleast no cops were involved. Well...my two friends got caught stealing champaigne but whatever lol. I&apos;m not really in the mood for a bunch of typing so I&apos;l write later. Probably next time I&apos;m around internet =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sweet</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2741.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>drained</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2557.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 17:46:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My personal add...</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2557.html</link>
  <description>Single female, seeking single male(16-20). Preferably undead with a strong thirst for blood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Am I that picky? lol. &lt;br /&gt;No, I just want someone who can hold a conversation for more than five minutes without talking about a part of my body or sex. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lately it feels like a part of me is empty...a void..that needs to be filled. Or maybe that part has just yet to be found....I don&apos;t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this: I need a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sweet</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2557.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crappy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2277.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 17:22:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sleeping bitch...=]</title>
  <link>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2277.html</link>
  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think in a past entry,&amp;nbsp;I described my situation with &amp;quot;John&amp;quot;. If haven&apos;t just message me and ask (if you want to know).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Okay well, John text messaged me last night. Well..okay i sent him (and other people) a chain letter saying, &amp;quot;ask me one question and you get&amp;nbsp;no lie.&amp;quot; And he replied back O_O! He just said for me to tell him what I would do to him(with details) and I felt like being a bitch so I said &amp;quot;nothing&amp;quot; and after that he could tell I was in a crappy mood so he tried to confort me. I really appreciated it but...the reason I was grumpy is reality and reality is that I can never have him fully. Maybe not even at all and If he can&apos;t be in my life, I have no life, I am empty, shallow,&amp;nbsp;I am hollow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He once said to me (and I&apos;ll never forget it) that he and I will always be friends. We&apos;re supposed to be in eachothers lives. and lately....I&apos;m not in his life. He has a really pretty girlfriend, he&apos;s going to school, he&apos;s getting HIS&amp;nbsp;life together perfectly fine without me...So why am I so stuck? I haven&apos;t been with him in so long so why does it still feel like it was only yesterday?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I need to talk to him. In person. No more of this phone call/text message bullshit. I need him to either tell me to fuck off and forget about him or he needs to tell me exactly what he feels about me. Sometimes he&apos;s a complete prick and other times....it&apos;s like he&apos;s the guy I met back in 7th grade. The caring, funny, sweet boy I met....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But honestly...I think that boy is dead.</description>
  <comments>http://sweetblood92.livejournal.com/2277.html</comments>
  <lj:mood>crappy</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>2</lj:reply-count>
</item>
</channel>
</rss>
