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  <title>waiting for the rain</title>
  <subtitle>so bring the umbrellas</subtitle>
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    <name>jordananana</name>
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  <updated>2006-07-04T01:06:10Z</updated>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2006-07-03T21:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T01:06:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T01:06:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is everyone doing July 22nd?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:48893</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2006-07-03T15:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T19:19:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T19:21:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the killers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My back is sunburned from the beach, and my ego slightly altered after creepy foreigners stalked Claire and I, and then another watched us while washing the sand out of out hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I just lulled around the house doing absolutely nothing. I was so tired and my head hurt that I fell asleep at 11 and woke up at 9. It was the longest I've slept all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my family (and Romel) are packing a pod, which is where moving boxes go, and hopefully I will go out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS JULY 4TH AND I AM SO PUMPED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;ps: check out my layout? it's new.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>this is for laura</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T18:50:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T19:03:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Say cheese."&gt;&lt;img width="294" height="385" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010294.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img width="451" height="601" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010309.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img width="609" height="457" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010600.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img width="584" height="438" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010604.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010613.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010645.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010312.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010621.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010627.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010667.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010440.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img width="580" height="435" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010669.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010625.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img width="586" height="439" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010648.jpg" alt="" /&gt;

&lt;img width="595" height="446" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010619.jpg" alt="" /&gt;
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2006-06-18T11:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T15:09:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T15:09:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELSEA (ELSIE) BAKER !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="4" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/P1010497.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet 16 &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;ps: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;i have your camera and will be dropping it off&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt; ASAP&lt;br /&gt;pps: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;you're amazing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:37816</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2006-03-18T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T04:03:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T04:04:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;1st place bitches!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i love today &lt;font size="1" color="#ff99cc"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Look Jordan, its snowing for you!"</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T23:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T23:26:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>milos cd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;for making this birthday absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;So I didn't get to go to the DMV, but we had school for 3 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a little birthday bash, but I don't know what/when/where etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, man oh man, today was great, yesterday was great, and tomorrow better be great - lets keep this streak going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know you're loved &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2006-02-23T11:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T16:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T16:48:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"what to do"- okgo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;mediocre people do exceptional things all the time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:32072</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2006-01-25T16:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-25T21:49:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-25T21:54:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"everything will be alright" - the killers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think I'm having mood swings.

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
You'd think that something like that I could be 100% positive, but no.
Maybe I'm just stressed out and tired. Maybe I do hate everything my
parents say or do. Or maybe I'm having mood swings. I can't tell.
It's the fourth day in a row where I have been in a so-so or good mood
and I interact with my dad (and today, my mom) and come out in a
terrible mood.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt; the english final
sucked. I didn't finish and I don't if I'll be able to. My "scribe" was
like "We'll just talk to Ms. Levesque tomorrow." That means I probably
wont be allowed to finish and fail because I didnt finish. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
That lead me to complain to my mom, and then she switched me out of advanced english.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Thats what got me mad. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;english
and this stupid "advance"is killing me. I don't care that I'm in
advanced engligh, but COLLEGE does, and god knows that if college cares
then it must matter. I know I can be learning so much more with a
different teacher, but that teachers class doesnt have the word
"advance" attached to it. I can't believe that makes ALL the
difference. Like fucking AP English.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Don't even get me started.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;math spanish&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; english ceramics&lt;/strike&gt; chem music app. american gov.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
only 3 more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P.S. chem final? hard? easy? DO TELL.</content>
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    <title>new york, new york!</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T16:27:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T19:30:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blink.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">first stop was chipoltes, a chain of mexican food owned by mcdonalds. i
guess you can call it fast food, but what do you except its made right
in front of you. its like subway, you walk down the line in front of a
glass window and choose the ingredients you want. everything is fresh,
and everything is amazingly delicious. the burritos are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
then we shopped the rest of the day at wacky shops. i FINALLY got my glasses fixed. now they dont fall of my face.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
the next day we went to the NBC tour. it was actually fun. i saw the
SNL set and Late Night with Cohen O'Brien set. the tickets to SNL are
free, you have to e-mail them in august. over 100,000 people send
e-mails and only 2000 people get two tickets. wow.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
at some point we took a taxi. the drivers are merciless. its almost
like being on a roller coaster, the swerve into any available spot
beating out other hopeful drivers. if you're a pedestrian, watch out.
they dont care if you old and you cant make it across or if you dropped
your purse, once the light turns green, all road is fair game. they get
behind a slow car - honking feast of 2005. finally, they reach the
destination. the mutter some words that could possibly be english and
point to the meter. you shut the door and they have already left.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
new years eve was a whole experience in itself. half a million people
there, most drunk and could not speak english. the police were stupid
and clueless. they would hold people at this "choke point" and wait
until the crowd built up to let people pass through. well, with a crowd
a restless drunks all hoping to see the ball drop, once they let people
through it was a mob. then the brilliant police would then shout at the
crowds and hold people off. at once point, my sister and my dad had
made past the "choke point", where it is easy to breath, and safe to
wonder. a policeman put his arm out in front of me and wouldnt let me
pass. he was yelling at the crowd, trying to get them to stop moving. i
almost had a hissy fit, i was NOT going to get lost on new years eve
because some ass hole decided to hold me off. i scream at him "let me
GO! my dads over THERE!". well, that certainly took him by surprise.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
overall, it was an experience. i counted down, i was jumbled in the
crowds. it was a high sense of energy. was is fun? eh, maybe. these two
french canadians were behind us. they were quite a show.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
my mom and my two younger sisters let early because my mom had a pinched nerve. that lead to us leaving a day early. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
its 2006. i'm home and i have to write an essay.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-12-25T22:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-26T03:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-26T03:46:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>christmas music to the max.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
this year was so laid back. everyone woke up later, we made breakfast,
chit chatted, then opened gifts. oh how give and getting is so much
fun. i love my camera. the end.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
my sister got the sims 2 on gamecubed. when you name a sim you can add
symbols in their name, the name of the sim was "Rosetta?". that makes
me laugh.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
family games are always a hoot. especially when your family is as weird/crazy as mine.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
friday was a blast. i wish i could watch hidden temple more often.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
thursday i was sick. speaking of which, ms. leveque kids- what is due after break? the rough draft?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
tomorrow is my moms birthday. woo.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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    <title>17</title>
    <published>2005-12-09T02:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-09T02:19:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CSI theme. WOO.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">why today was awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my math teacher didnt show up to class so my class decided to go to lunch. my class got all paranoid about getting in trouble so none of us knew what to so, thus most of us didnt eat lunch. then mr. richter, how "forgot" that today was a 2x day. he came to lunch telling us to come straight back once the bell rang. we get there and everyone is mad because no of us ate lunch. mr. richter getting angrier by the second, tells us we can go to lunch now and just not know what was on the test. sage, who often gets in fights with mr. richter, starts yelling at him, "if i leave, you're going to tell guidance i skipped class, and guidance is already telling me i'm emtionly unstable." it was funny just to watch it. mr. richter finally got so mad, "get the &lt;b&gt;hell&lt;/b&gt; out of my class or stay here to learn math!" all of stayed, out of shock and we wanted to past the math test. by the time the thrid lunch bell rang, he ordered us out of his class he "couldnt stand us anymore." it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then x period was the FIESTA. which was one of the better x periods of my day. food, fun, fiesta! me encanta mucha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, all i can do is hope for a snow day so i dont have to take my spanish test or english quiz.</content>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-10-20T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-21T00:59:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-21T01:01:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>kermit - "rainbow connection"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i did laundry today in the first time in forever. it took me three trips from my room to the laundry room. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest moment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie: (hand behind computer where jack likes to sleep) aw jack (my cat) your so soft and warm. (pause) EW KACY GET YOUR FEET OFF THE COMPUTER TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, i laugh now as i type it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be here AT ALL this weekend, i'm visiting my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI is on now. LATER.</content>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-09-07T19:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-07T23:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-07T23:33:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/claire.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;happy birthday mary-elizabeth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rudden novak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-09-04T10:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T14:52:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T14:52:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cotton eye joe. yo.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the empress was the best. i finally met maggi and then some. crazy "hardxcore" dancing at the empress. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UN BOLIGRAPHO&lt;/span&gt;". 

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
and then:

&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I'ld been married long time ago
&lt;br&gt;
Where did you come from where did you go
&lt;br&gt;
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
crazycoolkids&lt;br&gt;
on a&lt;br&gt;
crazycoolnight.
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-08-31T15:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T19:14:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T19:14:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whats everyone taking first period and with what teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:18405</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-08-29T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T02:09:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T02:09:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"heart attack" - sum 41</lj:music>
    <content type="html">canada was so relaxing. so nice. so perfect.
i tubed for the first time all summer. it was enthrilling. it was one
of those times where i couldnt help but smiling. it was double tubing,
so it was me and mel bouncing over the boats wakes and splashing
through the lake. its the moments like this where i hope summer will
never end.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
we rented a jet ski (a sea-doo)and spent three hours of going in circle
jumping over are own wakes. three crazy hours of fast driving, nose
diving, jet ski action. it was crazy fun. the need for speed. i cant
wait to drive.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i water skied !! it took me like 5 trys to get up and after i finally
did it 8 minutes later i fall really hard into the water on my ass. it
hurt. like "ouch" worthy.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
canada was just bundles of canadian fun. the clapp family is a very
funny family indeed. very different from mine. they eat a lot, the kids
fight a lot and laught a lot. i think its fun to step back and see how
other people live. seeing how what we see as normal is not. its great.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i finished the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;power of one&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;. the book was so friggen long and it took forever to read all 513 pages. AHHH. i started and finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the secret life of bees &lt;/span&gt;today. and it was a good book. all i have to do now is finish the reports.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
last but not least, lindsay is in college. i cant grasp the consept
myself. i'm waiting for her to come back any minute. its just so wierd.
i mean, sometimes i'm filled with sadness knowing that life is never
going to be the same now that shes in college, but excited that she
gets to experience it. it sounds so cool. i really miss her, but shes
not dead so not is all lost. i wrote her an e-mail today. i think i'm
going to become her little e-mail friend which makes me kind of happy.
i sent her a card that i wrote before she left. my dad was suppose to
give it too her while i was in canada, yeah, that always works. shes
coming home for thanksgiving. i cant wait. fo-real.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-06-25T10:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-25T14:38:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-25T14:38:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the beginning of summer has been &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of fun. but there are a few things i would like to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to the danbury carnival&lt;br /&gt;2. see a movie&lt;br /&gt;3. i need to go to the mall to buy kacy a birthday gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, come on kids, lets make this happen!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:12995</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-06-17T19:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T23:13:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T23:14:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"eleanor rigby" - the beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its kacy graduation night tonight. i'm really happy for her but, in some ways i'm jealous of her, and her fun times of 8th grade, and in some ways i have this pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of 8th grade year is none stop fun. its one thing after another, her last classes ended a week ago. next year she has to enter high school. she doesnt have a choice. i changed a lot in one year, and it was all because of high school. this year has been the toughest year for me for various years. i would have never guessed that this is what high school would do to me. even if people told me, i doubt that it would have helped. kacy's going to change next year. he friends are going to change. theres no way out. i dont want kacy to change. i dont want lindsay to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i want to be a sophomore and have an "easy" year, but i still want to see lindsay in the hallway. i still want to bump into jon. i dont want them to leave. its going to be, er, different with kacy here, but i want kacy to still be the care-free kind of person she is. shes so different from me. i like that. i dont want high school to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres to the end of the year, the summer, the year to come, and all the change they're going to bring.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:12682</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-06-15T16:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T20:24:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T20:24:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"breathe" - anna nalick</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this is it. the end of the year. all the people i see in my classes, in the halls, in lunch, that aren't good enough friends to spend a day with, but nice enough to talk to for awhile will be gone for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the thing i hate most about the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right after that is finals. i dislike finals with a passion.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:12176</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-06-13T16:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-13T20:56:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-13T20:57:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sun - maroon 5</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this weekend was actually fun. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big D + Make-out Bandits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
it was the magic of music. everyone was skanking around, not really for
the fact to skank, because when you listen to the music you have to
move. i surpirsed myself by dancing. but with the beat, the people, the
excitment, the sweat, you had to dance around. for a couple hours
you're part of a group that loves the same thing, the empress is small
enough that by the end, you've made a few friends (free ice cream).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
it was just so damn hot. you enter the empress, and due to the fact that
there's no windows, fans, and two doors, it jumps up 10 degrees. add
all the people crammed in there and skanking around it was like hot tub
of sweat. by the end all the guys had their shirts off, and all the
girls wished they were guys so they could do that exact thing. i have
to admit, there was a few times i wanted to shoot myself because i was
so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;. but i'm glad i managed to stay the whole time. thanks for dragging me along.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
sunday i basiclly relaxed, didnt study for finals and shopped at
khoals. the night was not so great...but it was a great balance of a
weekend.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
p.s: i hate divorce. a lot.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:11275</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-06-08T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-09T01:31:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-09T01:34:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"i've got sunshine on a cloudy day"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its 9:26 and i barely started my homework. i want to write a good
journal entry but i dont have the time. actually thats a lie. see, i
had time to make my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new layout&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; icon&lt;/span&gt;, but i didnt have enough time to turn this crap into something worth your time. eheh. sorry.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:11010</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-06-06T21:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T01:10:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T01:10:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">7 days of classes. horrah. hurrah. &lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:10880</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-06-04T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-04T14:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-04T14:18:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>brandy - looking glass</lj:music>
    <content type="html">summer vacation is so close, that the weekends feel like rip offs. so much work so little time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i have a feeling its going to be another busy weekend. sunday i'm
babysitting for my church for 20 bucks. then the track banquet. today
is the prom. i cant wait to see how lindsay looks. shes getting her
hair done. her hair appt. got moved so job searching has to be put off.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt; 12 days until finals &amp;amp; 18 days until school ends. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(including weekends)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
has anyone else noticed how dreams can be extremely strange, but unusually close to the heart?&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gibbergabber:9421</id>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-05-13T10:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T15:33:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T15:34:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/majorly_confuzed/DSC01520.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many pictures from that night i want to post, but i'm just to lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: do you think i should crop the tree branches out?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>gibbergabber @ 2005-05-11T18:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T22:16:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T22:16:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a myspace. yes i know, i finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.myspace.com/users/13637211"&gt;http://profiles.myspace.com/users/13637211&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so add me. right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new screen name is jordanana 32. NOT SiSenor08. i'll be on it later.</content>
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