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  <title>angelina.</title>
  <subtitle>angelina.</subtitle>
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    <name>angelina.</name>
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  <updated>2004-10-31T08:37:44Z</updated>
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    <title>speed_of_film @ 2004-10-30T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-31T06:10:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-31T08:37:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">edit; i have a headache and stragglers are watching softcore cinemax porn in my living room. alright, i'm going to bed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:speed_of_film:192434</id>
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    <title>speed_of_film @ 2004-10-29T01:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-29T08:20:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-29T08:42:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SATURDAY!!!! not to be mean, but don't come unless i invited you.  nooootthiinnngg against you, my neighbors just like to call the cops and i don't feel like having something huge which includes me wiping stains out of the carpet and taking out 37423 trash bags the next morning. or call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to bed now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:speed_of_film:192178</id>
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    <title>basically;</title>
    <published>2004-10-18T00:06:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-18T00:15:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Auto response from corEy1515: PARTY AT ANNGS in DIXON october 30th FREE BEER, BRING SLUTS!&lt;br /&gt;miss concertina: i'm trying to keep it small with quality people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically. byob, i hate sluts, wear a costume,and come if i like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=groups.groupImages&amp;groupID=100018798&amp;groupName=I%20love%20booze"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=groups.groupImages&amp;groupID=100018798&amp;groupName=I%20love%20booze&lt;/a&gt; hhahahaha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:speed_of_film:191918</id>
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    <title>moved.</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T05:48:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T05:52:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just incase no one caught it last time, this journal is over.&lt;br /&gt;bye. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for parting reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post a comment with your name and I'll tell you exactly what I think of you. No sugarcoating, no lies, just the God honest truth</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:speed_of_film:191590</id>
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    <title>amazing.</title>
    <published>2004-09-13T09:10:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-13T09:14:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LAKFJLSFJAA i'm just going to write random shit before i go to bed: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad let me drive his car for once today while i was visiting, and i got lost in his stupid country club community. it's no fun being limited to 25 and below in a '05 vette to compensate for the groups of old men walking around with their golf clubs who look like a big blob of mismatched plaid from a distance. i felt like the kind of california girl i hate after about 20 minutes and i found my way back. my dad's acquired a new puppy pitbull too, when it get's excited it pee's a lot. enough said there. blahblahblah, insert awkwardawkward, then driving home in my broken honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've turned into a crazy. i have an obsession with having to beat david at mario kart every time i'm at his house now. i don't know what's wrong with me, but i'm pretty mad whenever i lose .. hehehe.. our relationship is amazing as of late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't normally do this. vague: it's funny when friends are only your friends when they need something from you. a place to stay or party, moral support when no one else is there to give it to you, etc. you can go almost 6 years of close friendship, (even if you only talked every few weeks) to nothing at all. i refuse to blame myself. it's just sad when you don't fit into someones pictures anymore, shoved to the sides of the framing. waiting until there's some wrinkles to be smoothed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/herspaceholiday/annnganddavid.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/herspaceholiday/annng6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/herspaceholiday/david55.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/herspaceholiday/annnganddavid3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check the bruise on my elbow. i got my blood tested last week for mono -&lt;i&gt; i still haven't gotten the results&lt;/i&gt; - and now i look like a junkie. awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school and work is starting to hit me. if you want to see me completely stressed out, check in with me a few weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a new journal. i'll start using it after this entry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to give the name out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:speed_of_film:190170</id>
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    <title>speed_of_film @ 2004-09-07T18:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T01:09:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T02:40:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dragged myself out of bed to get my paycheck. my boss told me he would kill me if i called in sick for my 6am shift tomorrow morning. snifflesniffle,coughcough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL ONE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: angelina davis&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthdate: 8/25&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: woodland, california&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: trapped in my room&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: blue,grey, or sometimes green.&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: brown and blonde&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 5'7&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL TWO &lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: half mexican, half white (trash)&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: black broken sequined slippers&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: being tired&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: rejection&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you'd like to achieve: a superb GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL THREE &lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase: "what? oh wait, nevermind." &lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: "why the hell am i up at 5am."&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: my .. i don't know&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: earlier then ever, lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL FOUR &lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke: pepsi&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonalds or Burger King: fastfood and i don't mix lately&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: mostly single&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: negative.&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: lipton?&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: cappuccino is coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL FIVE &lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: excessively&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: along&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: every other day&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush(es): carmagnola&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Excited to go to college or university?: maybe&lt;br /&gt;-- Like high school: hated it&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: eventually&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: umm ehh ummmm ok&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: i'm not horrible to look at &lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parents: sometimes, no&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: when i was 14 me and my friends would use three way calls from different sides of town so we could all scream at the same time at different bolts of thunder  and/or lightning&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: i used to play the keyboard and i quit the guitar before i even really started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL SIX: In the past month... &lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoked: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Made out: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: between me and my sister&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: never in my life&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen anything: a cookie from my work, it "broke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL SEVEN: Ever.. &lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": hi mom :)&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL EIGHT &lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: 20something&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: 2. elliott and mercedes&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your dream wedding: i never had a dream wedding. a small one on the coast. &lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: preferably in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;-- Where you want to go to college/university?: i don't really have a choice right now, now do i?&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: stop asking me that!&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: ALL OF EUROPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL NINE: In a guy/girl...&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color? hazel &lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color? dark&lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair: in between&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: taller&lt;br /&gt;-- Best weight: wtf&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: ?!?! jeans ?! tshirt&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: the jealous sound show, AW&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first kiss location: a school late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL TEN &lt;br /&gt;-- Number of drugs taken illegally: 2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people I could trust with my life: a couple&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs: rows and rows and rows, i'm not going to count&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: my ears, and a lonely hole in my nose which needs to close&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: we have a whole little scrapbook, i was an involved little 3-10 year old&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: a lot i'd guess&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: speaking without thinking</content>
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    <title>speed_of_film @ 2004-09-05T13:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-05T20:30:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-05T20:30:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if i look up and the skies not there, is there any reason that i should be scared?</content>
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    <title>speed_of_film @ 2004-05-05T02:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-05T09:21:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-05T09:21:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">post a memory of me.</content>
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