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Katelyn0147 31, Female, North Carolina, USA - 11 entries

Nov 2006
12:59 PM EDT

Today I was so nervous because i had to get up in front of my homeroom class and tell them about my book that i had read. I mean sure it sounds easy peasy now but when you get up in front of the whole class then you start geting nervous. And my heart started to beat faster and faster by the minute but i just wish i would'nt have stage fright anymore but whatever i am at least glad that i didnt mess up!! lol XOxo***

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Dreamer2086 39, Female, Michigan, USA - 9 entries

Nov 2006
12:59 PM EDT

I had a really great weekend! Me and my honey had a beautiful time together. He is the best of the best! I so much love him!

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Katelyn0147 31, Female, North Carolina, USA - 11 entries

Nov 2006
12:51 PM EDT

Today i am so glad school is over now because i am just so stressed because of so many projects and now i can relax! I try to do my best in school because i guess i want to make my parents proud of me! But i am putting to much preasure on my self and i am tired and i feel very useless right now. To much projects and homework plus test that come up like every week on Mondays and tuesdays and even wenesdays and basically every class from every teacher that i have gosh!Urggg but whatever i guess thats life for those that are going to sixt grade next year then get ready because its lots of studying and learning and even more dont play around just do what you need to do!! XOxo

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ABMScheergrl 30, Female, Virginia, USA - 37 entries

Nov 2006
12:47 PM EDT

im sick and im going 2 buffalo tom.!!!! im pissed

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charlax 71, Male, Arizona, USA - 744 entries

Nov 2006
9:33 AM MST

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Magoo 42, Female, Washington, USA - 4 entries

Nov 2006
8:29 PM PST

I cannot seem to sleep. At least my migraine went away after a shot and killers, oh well. I have a presentation in a few hours and I haven't slept, and the consert and work, ahhh! I just want sleep. Sleep will be here Wednesday I guess.

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Miss1 46, Female, Kentucky, USA - 13 entries

Nov 2006
12:06 PM EDT

Isn't that beautiful? pretty fuckin' depressing if you ask me but who's asking, right? Anyway, there's two days til thanksgiving and as of now we have no plans. Maybe we'll celebrate our first real Thanksgiving together and make dinner here at our home. That actually sounds pretty nice. I was driving down the road the other day and there was this computer desk for 20 bucks sitting in front of this house. we bought it and it looks real nice in our kitchen.Things are starting to progress with some things in my life. And, (cross your fingers) Mel, my boss, is in the process of selling her mom's house and when the house sells, she's putting in her two weeks and I'm taking her position. Which is great because #1 I'll be executive then #2 it's a dollar raise and I'll be on salary and #3 I'm off on weekends. So I've been praying that I get it. She finds out this evening whether or not the house passed inspection. if it doesn't pass, josh is gonna help her fix up the house at no cost. Just to get me the job! I love him so much at times, and at others--- well, you know how that goes. so Chandlyr has been doing excellent in school. I'm so proud of her. Josh and me woke her up this morning with our arguing. I hate that we're going through this right now but maybe in time everything will clear itself up. I know that a lot will change with me once I get mel's position because even if the house doesn't pass today, they still have a chance to fix it up and sell it down the road and I know it'll be sooner than I probably deserve. well I'm out of words for now.Until then....Or should I say hasta manana!!

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Magoo 42, Female, Washington, USA - 4 entries

Nov 2006
7:01 PM PST

So this is my first entry. I thought that this would be a good way to sourt through life and my thoughts. We will see if it works with my personality. So much has been going on but for the good stuff I'm excited for the consert tomorrow night, should be wonderful. I am having such mixed feelings about the holidays coming up, I worry about my relationship with my friend and I worry about many of my friends. I love them and care about them all so much. I can't sleep tonight, so I thought that I would try this journaling thing online. I don't want it to be a bitch session, nor do I want it to be boring, so we shal see. I feel so blessed with my home, my roomate, my dog, my friends, my education, my life. The list goes on. I need to go Christmas shopping, running out of time. I also need to make doctors appointments soon here.

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ticklmeamy 33, Female, Arizona, USA - 2 entries

Nov 2006
7:50 AM PDT

Chapter One If the world were to end today, I don’t think I’d care. Nothing in my life matters right now, but I wish something did. I have a broken family and friends that are never there. They might as well just be imaginary. There is one person though. A boy. He has a name, but do names really matter. His shaggy, brown hair covers his eyes as he smiles at me from across the French classroom. The bell rings in five, four, three, two, one. The day is over. I walk past him on the way out and he stops me. "Hey Daisy." The words travel out his mouth in slow motion. I have a headache and can't comprehend what he just said. I mumble something about being late for violin if I stay and chat, so I head out the door, forgetting to tell him good bye. I step on the city bus and head toward the back. It is crowded, but I see a seat in the corner. I just want to sit. I don't know where I'm headed. Home. I can't go there, no, not now. My head begins throbbing. It’s been ten minutes and I get off the bus in front of the grocery store. I walk inside and the cool air rejuvenates my body. The medication is on the other side of the store, so I slowly head towards it. There is hardly anyone in the store. I find some Tylenol and walk over to the cashier. She looks at me funny, like I might choose to use it to get high off of, but she can't stop me from buying it. I give her the five dollar bill out of my pocket. She hands me the receipts and some change. The screen says seventy cents, but I only count sixty. It doesn't matter though; I am in no mood to argue over a dime. I walk outside and over to the coke machine. I put in two quarters and press the button for water. It spits out a bottle, and I open it. I remove the lid from the Tylenol and grab a pill. I stick it in my mouth and swallow. I gulp down some water and walk towards the street. I am only a few blocks from my house now, so I start to head there. I walk across the street and there he is. The boy in my French class, sitting in the car I just walked past. I try to pretend like he’s not there but I can feel him staring at the back of my head. I turn around and he smiles. I can feel the corners of my mouth rising up, but I don’t want them to. I turn around and head on home pretending like I never even saw him. Chapter Two I head down my street and pause in front of my house. The big oak tree beckons to me. I walk over to it and touch the bark. My tree house sits up there, somewhere. I set my bag down next to the trunk and start to climb. I reach the ladder to the house and set my foot on it. I am afraid to look down. I haven’t been up here in years. I cautiously continue to climb until I am safe inside. I can’t stand up inside it anymore. I sit with my legs crossed staring at the broken pieces of chalk lying on the floor. I pick one up and begin to draw. I draw Michael and me, up here playing king and queen just like we used to when we were six or seven. We would laugh and never come down until my mom would make me come inside to eat dinner and Michael would have to go home. I don’t know what happened to Michael and I. We used to talk all the time, but now I don’t want to say anything to him and come up with excuse after excuse when he tries to talk to me. I wish I wasn’t like that though. Every time I see him I just want to tell him how he makes me feel, but I can’t. To be perfectly honest, the only reason I took French was so that I could have a class with him. I look down at the drawings and realize that they are spotted with my tears. Do these memories really hold that much emotion? Maybe I should have talked to him today, maybe I should go inside and call him, but I’d never have the confidence to do that. I leave my tree house and chalk drawings behind and head for the ladder. I climb down, and don’t look anywhere but straight in front of me until my two feet are firmly planted on the ground. I pick up my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I head over to the door and open it. I see my dad sitting on the couch. In front of him is the television screen which he is staring blankly at. The announcer is talking about a deadly car accident on the freeway between Jefferson and Prince. I look at the car that lies in the bank, crushed and burnt. You can still see the smoke rising above it. I look back at my dad and ask him what’s wrong. “Sit down,” she says as he tries to smile, but I don’t believe it. I put my backpack down by the door and take a seat in the recliner so I won’t have to look directly at him as he talks. I just want him to tell me what happened. But then it hits me. That car in the picture isn’t just any car, it’s my mother’s. And the lady that died was the person that I have known and loved for so long. I can feel my face burning up and I start to cry. “You figured it out, didn’t you?” he says. I try to mumble “uh, huh” but nothing is coming out. My head begins throbbing again. And I run off to my room, the only place that will ever be entirely my own. I hear the door slam behind me, but I didn’t do it. I throw myself down on top of my bed and cry. I can hear my dad, crying down the hall. Chapter Three I haven’t moved since yesterday. My body aches all over as I try to reach over and turn off my alarm clock. It’s Friday, and I have to get up and go to school. I stumble out of bed and walk over to my closet; I put on a pair of jeans and a white tank. I grab my converse and a pair of socks and walk out of my room. As I walk down the hall, I can tell that my dad isn’t here. There is no bacon frying and he isn’t snoring so he can’t still be asleep. I turn around and head for his bedroom. I open the door and see the bed, untouched. I figure he must have slept on the couch.

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ticklmeamy 33, Female, Arizona, USA - 2 entries

Nov 2006
6:27 AM PST

I decided to start this journal so that I could have a place to write that would be all to myself. None of my friends could know about it and only the people who enjoy prying into others lives to see what they did last night would know. I plan to write a book in this journal, and see how it turns out. If you like it, good. If you don't, then that's your problem becuase chances are, this is my life. These are my thoughts. You don't live inside my head and aren't telling me what to do. I live off of my own standards and stand up for what I believe in.

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