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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 00:34:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dear Livejournal,</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a stressful, surprise-filled, joyful, morose, goofy, but all-around good 8 years... but I think I have outgrown you.  You saw me through my awkward phase, my teens, my stupidity, and my &quot;omg I&apos;m an adult now!!11&quot;, and I do appreciate it.  I just don&apos;t get the same feelings when I write in you anymore, and the urge to write at all comes less and less as the days go on.  But who am I kidding, I&apos;m a 20 year old girl, I change my mind all the time...  Maybe I&apos;ll come back to you someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, farewell, my friend.  Please try not to make a scene.  It&apos;s not you, it&apos;s me.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Karena&lt;br /&gt;aka my_smores&lt;br /&gt;aka karena_&lt;br /&gt;aka wafflepornfairy&lt;br /&gt;aka bubbles0825&lt;br /&gt;aka a few others I can&apos;t remember...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 07:58:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>company breakfast</title>
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  <description>the company holiday breakfast thing today was kinda lame.  it would&apos;ve been okay if mike&apos;s little speeches weren&apos;t so goddamn depressingly doom &amp; gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;you&apos;re all lucky you have jobs.  we did really badly this year and it&apos;s going to get a lot worse.  i know you all want more hours but to avoid shutting down we&apos;re going to have to just maintain what we have.  if you&apos;re here right now you&apos;re probably not going to get fired, but its everyones responsibility to bring in more business.  its YOUR jobs that are at stake.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda felt like he was gonna be like &quot;now eat your pancakes you ungrateful sons of bitches, and have a merry christmas.  OR ELSE!&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:44:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Change of plans</title>
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  <description>Roni got fired from Denny&apos;s which was her main source of income, and Lauren&apos;s hours got cut, plus the apartment complex decided to add $500 to our deposit because Roni has bad credit... After much deliberation we decided that Chris and I are going to stay living with Brandon, Roni and Lauren are going to renew their lease, and we&apos;re just going to bail on the apartment complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good news and bad news.  Overall it&apos;s good.  I&apos;m only paying $80 a month to live here, even if it is a really crappy situation...  At least I can save money.  And Chris is spending over $300 on my Christmas present, I&apos;d like to be able to get him something nice too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my parents are CRAZY!!!  And incredibly immature!  They keep fighting with my sis, while they&apos;re staying at her house...  When Jonathan tried to apologize to my dad, he wouldn&apos;t hear it, and then later left a little note on their kitchen counter saying &quot;Only 36 hours to go.  YAY!&apos; (36 hours &apos;til he leaves their house).  What the crap is that about?  How can he possibly think that&apos;s an appropriate thing to do?  Oh wait he was probably drunk.  Yeah, that&apos;s right!  After three years of sobriety he has begun drinking again.  WOOHOO, way to go, pops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my mom is now convinced that Jonathan hates her (because he suggested that she NOT restrain my 30lb, 4 year old brother by sitting on top of him and screaming at him) and she decided to leave two weeks early.  This is after she spent 2 days locked up in various parts of their house crying because she wanted a puppy and she wanted it NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the FUCK did I turn out so normal?  It&apos;s mind-boggling!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:06:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Streetlights</title>
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  <description>You guys may wanna ignore this post, it&apos;s me being stupid and girly and lovey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night text convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Chris: Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I come alive as the shadows parade&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aw you&apos;re a streetlight&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Yup and you&apos;re my little girlfriend light.  And I love you.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was cute and changed my myspace status to &quot;karena is a little streetlight&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was at school apparently Chris went on and changed his to &quot;DEL loves his streetlight.&quot; &amp;hearts;  Oh, and then he compiled a 50 song playlist of all cutesy lovey songs, which I am now stonily enjoying listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now there are no words, only the glow in our wires&lt;br /&gt;And so we will be, you turn slow to me&lt;br /&gt;Our lips set the sun... (I&apos;ll never leave you...)&lt;br /&gt;The hills are on fire... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come alive as the shadows parade&lt;br /&gt;My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves&lt;br /&gt;Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you&apos;ll say&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 22:51:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It finally happened!</title>
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  <description>We had to do our fitness testing in my physiology of fitness class today.  It would&apos;ve been better if I hadn&apos;t still been sick (I was freakin&apos; delusional with fever and stuff all weekend, it was horrible), and although I&apos;m pretty ashamed of some of these scores I will post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situps: 56&lt;br /&gt;Pushups: 35&lt;br /&gt;Flexibility: 5 1/2&quot;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 Mile Jog: 13:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on September 25th I had my body fat percentage calculated, it&apos;s roughly 30%.  Which is bad.  33% is considered obese.  There&apos;s a 3 point margin of error though so I&apos;m hoping that means I&apos;m actually 27% (not the other scary direction).  Wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did the best in the class on situps (shocking!), doing 60 (one per second) is supposed to be just grand.  The pushups I suck at, I only did about half what I should&apos;ve, but I still did better than a lot of people in the class.  One guy pumped out 85 in one minute, he&apos;s a beast.  Flexibility was average for a woman.  My run kinda sucked but I remained steady throughout the whole thing and that&apos;s all I care about, a lot of people started off fast and then were walking the last couple laps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obese my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do so hope we get tested again at the end of the semester, I KNOW I could&apos;ve done more situps than that.  And apparently I&apos;ve been doing pushups wrong, I&apos;ve been doing tricep pushups which are fuckin&apos; HARD.  I don&apos;t care much about running now because apparently that thing that happens when I run?  The whole feet-going-numb-thing?  Well that&apos;s bad, I&apos;ve been advised not to be a runner.  Oh well.  Off to the pool!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 05:30:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yay!</title>
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  <description>Chris is gonna teach me how to drive his car this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m excited.  His car&apos;s hella sick.  It&apos;s a stickshift integra that&apos;s got all sorts of neat things on it to make it fast and loud and junk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Me: I&apos;m excited.  Your car&apos;s cool.  Just don&apos;t get mad at me if I mess up.  Cuz I&apos;m going to.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Lol nah it&apos;s cool.  You might get scared.  My cars really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It won&apos;t be when I&apos;m driving it lol.  Hahaha did I ever tell you about the first time I ever drove?&lt;br /&gt;Him: No&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was in my neon with my sis when I was like 14.  We were just in the fairgrounds parking lot and she was telling me what to do exactly.  She was like, &quot;K take the e-brake off&quot; and I was like &quot;Is it gonna move?!?&quot; &quot;No not yet.  K now put it in drive.&quot; &quot;Is it gonna move?!&quot; &quot;NO not yet.  K now take your foot off the brake.&quot; &quot;Is it gonna move?!?&quot; &quot;Maybe a little bit&quot; &quot;OMGOMGOMG!!!11 *slams brake on again at slight movement*&quot;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.  Then eventually I got used to the car moving and cruised around that parking lot without ever putting my foot on the gas pedal.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 05:27:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Crazy!</title>
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  <description>Apparently the US has been surpassed in &quot;fatness&quot;.  Australia&apos;s the new &quot;Fattest Country&quot;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.upi.com/Science_News/2008/06/20/Australia_now_fattest_country_study_says/UPI-23231213998709/&quot;&gt;http://www.upi.com/Science_News/2008/06/20/Australia_now_fattest_country_study_says/UPI-23231213998709/&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 05:55:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Awww</title>
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  <description>So I&apos;ve been going with Jess to her church activities right?  Well last night I was at a little party thing at the youth leaders house and she walks me out to the driveway when I&apos;m leaving and she looks in my car and somehow the topic of me storing all my food in my car comes up.  Yes, I keep all my food in my car.  This does somewhat limit what I eat.  I eat a lot of granola and odwalla bars.  I do not eat much / any fruit, vegetables, dairy or meat.  Lol.  I&apos;ve been doing alright though, I wasn&apos;t complaining or anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight after bible study or whatever the hell it&apos;s called on Wednesday nights, Kerrie the youth leader tells me she has something for me!  So I follow her out to her car and she starts bringing out grocery bags.  She and some other people bought me groceries!  Isn&apos;t that awesome?  AND, check it out guys, they got me a little ice chest to keep in my car.  SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me bread, wheat thins, canned soup (the good chunky kind), peanut butter, jelly, honey, turkey, cheese, cream cheese (they noticed i had bagels in my car), mayo, pudding, orange juice, granola bars, potato chips, plastic cups, plastic silverware, paper plates...  These people are so freaking nice it&apos;s crazy.  I feel really bad taking charity like that but as Michael explained to me later, one of the hardest things you have to learn is how to accept help when people offer it.  And it&apos;s true, that&apos;s one reason Dannie and I were fighting so much over the summer, it&apos;s really hard for me to admit that I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don&apos;t think they needed to do that for me, but they said they wanted to and I didn&apos;t want to fight with them over it, haha.  It was really nice and I totally appreciate it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 22:34:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;ve entered Limbo</title>
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  <description>Yes that&apos;s right kids, I am officially 20 years old today.  No longer a teenager, not yet a true adult.  Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s okay though.  I&apos;ve been living in Chris&apos;s bed.  I&apos;m meeting with some guy from Craigslist tonight about moving into a room he has.  Got my job back at Round Table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep.  That&apos;s about it.  See you all later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 11:34:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fuck you, fuck you, fuck you</title>
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  <description>i hate everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 19:40:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am so glad...</title>
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  <description>...that i&apos;m getting off of this fucking island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 19:04:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fall Schedule</title>
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  <description>I signed up for all my classes.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Development, Tues 6:30-9:30&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition, Thurs 6:30-9:30&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Automotive Service, Tues 1-5 Thurs 1-3&lt;br /&gt;Physiology of Fitness, online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it&apos;s kinda weird that I&apos;m taking that auto class but it&apos;s just one of those things where if I don&apos;t do it I&apos;m gonna spend the rest of my life being like &quot;oh crap I should&apos;ve done that&quot;.  That&apos;s the same reason I tried living in Hawaii btw.  No matter what other bullshit reason I give, it was purely so I could avoid wondering, &quot;What would&apos;ve happened if I had gone to Hawaii?&quot; for the rest of my life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 21:20:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Quick Highlights</title>
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  <description>-Got a job at Valley Isle Fitness.  I&apos;m a &quot;fitness consultant&quot; (read: salesperson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Been spending most days/nights at Sandy&apos;s condo.  It&apos;s great to have a mom around... and food.  Can we say free steak dinners?  Real meals with veggies and salads and everything?  Hella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Round Table is fucking gay.  &apos;nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I&apos;m finally tan!  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Going to visit Cali August 14th-28th, it&apos;s my parents b-day present to me.  Chris is taking me to Warped Tour as a b-day present from him.  Love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No idea what island I&apos;m going back to when I&apos;m done with my trip.  Totally up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love hanging with Dannie.  The other night we got to escort Carol to the gate at the airport, afterwards we ran / skipped / hopped back through the entire airport barefoot, singing Follow the Yellow Brick Road and trying to avoid touching every other tile with our feet.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 08:45:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yay! Recognition!</title>
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  <description>So next week&apos;s schedule was the same as this weeks...  Four days off then closing on the weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully though at the end of the night tonight Gary was like, &quot;Karena, I just wanted to tell you that I noticed every time I look at you you&apos;re actually working, as opposed to half the crew who just stands around doing nothing.  I just want you to know I appreciate it and I&apos;m going to tell Shirley and tell her to give you more hours.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK. FUCKING. GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not going to make rent at this pace.  &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I officially have roughly $74 to my name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been surfing a lot, pool hopping, hot tubbing, and tanning.  Hanging out with Sandy a bunch too...  I&apos;m soaking up all her stories like a sponge, I need to take advantage of having a role model, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Steven yesterday with David.  Just went to the beach.  He&apos;s a pretty nice guy.  I guess I was wrong though, he doesn&apos;t go to Yale... he WENT to Yale undergrad, now he goes to Harvard.  Lmao.  Dude...  I work at a pizza place.  I am having a secret love affair with beer.  My shortterm life goal is to be a surfer beach bum.  I don&apos;t know why he even wants to hang out with me.  Weird kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and MomQuote...  When she heard that I was going on a &quot;date&quot; with this harvard medical student, you know what she says?  &quot;You&apos;re going with other people, right?  Like a group thing?  I just want you to be careful when you meet people you don&apos;t know!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom... I&apos;m 19 years old.  I moved 3000 miles across an ocean, then again to a new island.  I&apos;m young, I have a new job, I have a new &quot;home&quot;...  EVERYONE I HANG OUT WITH IS SOMEONE I &quot;DON&apos;T KNOW&quot;!  I have no other options.  What am I supposed to do, just board myself up in the house and be a hermit?  Besides, you&apos;d think she&apos;d be happy that I was dating a soon-to-be-doctor, of all things!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 18:28:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy 4th!</title>
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  <description>Unfortunately I do not get to blow shit up today.  I get to serve pizza to fat tourists all night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don&apos;t make at least $15 in tips, I&apos;m going on a murderous independence day rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your night guys!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 19:27:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dannie&apos;s funny</title>
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  <description>Dannie: SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;Karena: What?&lt;br /&gt;Dannie: I took off my top and found five bucks!&lt;br /&gt;Karena: ...What was your new job, again?  o.O</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 21:26:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Surfing</title>
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  <description>I went surfing for the first time today.  Got my ass thoroughly thrashed by waves.  Right when I told Dannie I think we should go in and agreed to just try a couple more baby waves, a big set comes in and every single waves whitewater breaks right on my face.  Nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got two coral cuts though.  I don&apos;t think I did too bad at all.  I didn&apos;t stand up, but I got kneeboarding down pretty well.  And I&apos;m getting a lot better about actually staying balanced on the board.  Need to work on getting back on it quickly though.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 21:14:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Owww!</title>
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  <description>So I either did something very RIGHT at the gym yesterday or I did something very WRONG.  All I know is that I&apos;m sore EVERYWHERE.  My arms, shoulders, thighs, chest, stomach, back.  I just started laughing and it hurt so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve also been playing the guitar a lot lately and I&apos;m really not liking this whole losing-your-sense-of-touch thing.  Having callouses instead of fingertips is WEIRD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to go whimper in the shower.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 07:38:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: It&apos;s Too Late to Apologize</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&apos;appwidget appwidget-qotd&apos; id=&apos;LJWidget_12&apos;&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style=&apos;border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;&apos;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has anyone ever done something so horrible to you that &quot;I&apos;m sorry&quot; couldn&apos;t fix it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&apos;font-size: 0.8em;&apos;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;button&quot; value=&quot;Answer&quot; onclick=&quot;document.location.href=&apos;http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=385&apos;&quot; /&gt; &lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=385&quot;&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  At least a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson...  Junkies don&apos;t make good friends.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 01:26:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Woot!</title>
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  <description>K, so I&apos;m leaving Hilo in about a week. Hopefully spending a day or two with Monique then down to Santa Barbara to visit my sis.  I&apos;m gonna go from there to Auburn and stay there for a week, then to Oahu for another week with my parents.  Then to Maui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:29:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ack</title>
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  <description>Every single day 2 or 3 people call out sick from Burger King.  It&apos;s my first day off in a week, I actually AM sick now, and they keep calling me and trying to get me to come in.  I&apos;m hiding from the phone.  -.-</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 07:38:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you fucked up my life</title>
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  <description>i&apos;m karena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drink tequila by the glass.  straight.  no chaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loooove chris.  and dan.  they&apos;re awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blink182 is cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris says he&apos;s always thought i was cute as ehll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will visit cali afterall.  why the fluff not?  the government just gave  me back like 300 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! I LOVE THIS SONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts are wasted&lt;br /&gt;lives are broken&lt;br /&gt;one more point of contention&lt;br /&gt;i need some intervention&lt;br /&gt;betray my shor tattention&lt;br /&gt;beg forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;round the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i look for you&lt;br /&gt;the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;i left another message&lt;br /&gt;you are never around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more time apart&lt;br /&gt;will give you&lt;br /&gt;a few more months to argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m drunk.  i&apos;m sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m gonna go spend $300 while drunk.  WOOHOO!  I WON&apos;T REGRRET THAT IN THE MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never did do anything that she asked&lt;br /&gt;i neve rlet what happenede stay in the past&lt;br /&gt;i never understood what she meant&lt;br /&gt;IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:14:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Realization of the day</title>
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  <description>I am not a victim and I do not need anyone to feel sorry for me.  Most of the bad things that have happened to me were my own fault in some way.  I am human, I make mistakes.  The important part is not to dwell on them but to learn and grow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to have a realistic view of myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good person, but I&apos;m still just human.  I&apos;m lovable, quirky, compassionate, giggly, smart, and fun to be around... but I&apos;m still low by nature.  I am lucky to be alive, I certainly don&apos;t deserve life, I don&apos;t deserve these chances I&apos;ve been given.  I just need to learn my place and appreciate it and give thanks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 08:34:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>RIP Itsy</title>
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  <description>So the neighbor lady has a cat named Itsy Bitsy.  I usually see the cat playing in our yard all the time.  This lady LOVES this cat, seriously.  It has a little harness and bell on it.  And the woman comes outside and calls out, &quot;Itsy bitsy!  ITSY BITSY! ITTTTSSSSYYYY!&quot; like four times a day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of people are here and Itsy gets brought up and I say something like &quot;Aw I love Itsy&quot; and Nick Testa&apos;s like &quot;Itsy bitsys DEAD!&quot; and i&apos;m like what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes me out onto the porch and tells me to lean over the rail and look to the left.  Itsy bitsy is out in the yard in a position that would be comparable to that of a female rape / murder victim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s so fucking horrible and strangely humorous at the same time.  Just &apos;cause like a few nights ago this lady would not give up calling for this cat, and we all joked about going out to help her look.  Just having like 10 people outside shouting out, &quot;Ittttsssyyyy!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for that lady!  The other Nick tried to go over and tell her earlier but she wasn&apos;t home.  That cat is seriously like her whole life.  I&apos;m not sure how it died but it&apos;s got blood on its face.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:54:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drunken Perverts</title>
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  <description>I was walking home from work today and a drunk creepy guy started following / talking to me.  He was in his mid thirties probably, had a cane, was covered in tattoos and had many large piercings.  The barbell in his eyebrow was at least an inch and a half long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Drunk: Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;Karena: *looks back*&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: EXCUSE ME!&lt;br /&gt;Karena: *looks back again* Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Can you tell me where the nearest liquor store is?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: I&apos;m sorry, I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena: ...I don&apos;t know where it is&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: What?! What, like you&apos;re not from here?  How do you not know? &lt;br /&gt;Karena: ...I don&apos;t go to liquor stores...&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Oh.  Well.  I went to the KTA and it was closed!  Your main grocery store is CLOSED! Where am I supposed to go?  There&apos;s no liquor store?  How am I supposed to get a drink?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Well it&apos;s Easter.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: PSH!! Easter!  What is easter anyway?  &lt;br /&gt;Karena: ...It&apos;s a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: WHAT FOR?  Easter...  psh, bunnies...&lt;br /&gt;Karena: There&apos;s another grocery store up the street there.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: There&apos;s another store up the street.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Up the street and to the right, under a McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: *glares* Is it far?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: No it&apos;s just right there...  &lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Are you going that way?  Can you show me?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Uh... Yeah.. Sure... &lt;br /&gt;[[I was actually going to go to the store but decided not to at this point... I still had to walk past it to get home though.  I&apos;m walking quickly far ahead of the drunk guy and he is talking to me still even though I&apos;m way ahead.]]&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: So whats your name&lt;br /&gt;Karena:&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: SO WHATS YOUR NAME&lt;br /&gt;Karena: ...Karena.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: HUH??&lt;br /&gt;Karena: It&apos;s Karena.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Sorena?!  That&apos;s DIFFERENT!  My girlfriends name is Heather, it&apos;s a hard one to remember.  I&apos;m Greg.  Greg&apos;s easy.&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Yeah it is...&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: So are you in school?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: ...No.  I work.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Ross.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: HUH? WHAT? What&apos;s that?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Ross.  It&apos;s a store.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: What IS it?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: *doesn&apos;t bother to explain*&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: *muttering* I got in a motorcycle accident, that&apos;s why I have a cane.  I still ride my motorcycle though.&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Ah, that&apos;s good...&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: *muttering* Oh, yeah, yeah.  I&apos;m in town because I had court... Yeah, I had court...&lt;br /&gt;Karena: *walks faster*&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Hold on there I gotta catch up to ya.&lt;br /&gt;Karena: *keeps walking*&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: HOW FAR IS IT?  THIS IS SO FAR!!&lt;br /&gt;Karena: It&apos;s right there.  That big blue building.  &lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Ohh.  *looks at the empty street* I think we can cross here.&lt;br /&gt;Karena: *has no intention of going to the store with this man and continues walking up the street*&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: So what do you do&lt;br /&gt;Karena: I work...&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: WHAT? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: All I do is work.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Work?  What?  &lt;br /&gt;Karena: I work at Ross&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: But what do you DO?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: I work at Ross&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: BUT WHAT DO YOU DO???&lt;br /&gt;Karena: I&apos;m a cashier!&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: What?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: *is getting pissed off and walks farther ahead*&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: So, when I get paid do you wanna go get a pizza or something?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: What?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: You wanna go get a pizza when I get paid?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: No, thanks...&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: What?  Huh?  What&apos;d you say?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: No, I have a boyfriend, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Oh you have a boyfriend!  Oh I&apos;m sorry.  I didn&apos;t mean to do anything.  I just... I was just indulging in your beauty... I want to take you out somewhere...  Maybe to a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Karena: No, I have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Oh okay.. Yeah I&apos;ve got a friend...  girl... she works right there *points to massage studio*  She&apos;s a masseuse!  &lt;br /&gt;Karena: Ah, neat.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Yeah... Thank you for helping me out, you&apos;re a beautiful woman!&lt;br /&gt;Karena: Uh thanks.  There&apos;s the store right there, you can cross the street here.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Thank you!&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so close to calling Brion or Saul to come pick me up and kick his ass.  Haha.  Or heading back to Burger King and asking them to call the cops or something.  At least he didn&apos;t try to follow me home or anything.  He kept YELLING at me in response to anything I said!  In a really mean-sounding way.  Then hitting on me?  Wtf?</description>
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