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  <title>Amber</title>
  <subtitle>Amber</subtitle>
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    <name>Amber</name>
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  <updated>2006-06-09T17:09:00Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:8999</id>
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    <title>I hate these things...</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T17:09:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-09T17:09:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anna Nalick - Breathe (2 am)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're A Crazy Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/crazy-drunk.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you drink, you get wrecked - and it ain't pretty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo not true ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home for the week... Tired as hell...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:8926</id>
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    <title>Here we go again...</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T17:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T17:02:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dixie Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I'm leaving again... I'm gone all this week for some stupid supportive sail... We're not really doing anything except being there... Sucks. Then, we leave again on the 19th. It should be an alright trip, but I'm not sure how I feel about my whole summer being spent sailing. Meh, I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days 'til mah birthday \o/ There's some huge thing planned, especially since its the Friday right before we leave for the summer... I'm a little scared... I guess I'll hafta wait and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I'm updating this... Not much to report...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudley was sick today. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... OH YEA! I have my Ikea bedroom set on the way \o/ Soooo excited to come home to that. Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh that's about it. Anyone who's interrested in emailing me while I'm sailing, the address is hmcskingston@ns.sympatico.ca and please put &lt;u&gt;LS Barron&lt;/u&gt; in the subject line so I know that it's for me and not someone else on the ship. Also, no attachments, pictures, or other things that could get me in trouble ;) Try to keep the emails less that 6 kb, as I don't wanna be downloading emails ALL day. So, now that you all know my address, I better get LOTS of emails... Or else :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.</content>
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    <title>ambermack @ 2006-05-24T07:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-24T10:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-24T10:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So.. Um.. :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:8243</id>
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    <title>Sobriety here I come...</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T04:47:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T04:47:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sean Paul - Temperature</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So yes... There's a bet between my girlfriend and I that I can't stay sober while she's gone home to BC for 13 days... So far, so good... But it's only been one day... I did go to the bar tonight, and I stayed sober, but I left at liek... 1:30, which is new for me also... Ah well, atleast I'm saving money right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of things, I'm home on leave for 13 days... Home in Halifax, that is. Taking a little ME time, while Andrea's gone. I like me time so far :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:7967</id>
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    <title>Happy Easter</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T11:46:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T11:46:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Satisfaction - Benni Benassi</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm home! Fortheweekendcough! Back out on tuesday... Sucks bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone. I hope you got lots of chocolate (for those who celebrate), but not as much as I did, 'cause then you'll vomit like I nearly did :) Yay for bestfriends who spoil me \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all better miss me... Or I'll be sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YAS!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:7935</id>
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    <title>Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T06:15:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T06:15:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madonna - Hung Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.&lt;br /&gt;Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, a few of these answers didn't happen until last night XD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:7079</id>
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    <title>Sailing FTW!</title>
    <published>2006-02-26T22:28:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-26T22:28:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pussycat Dolls - Beep</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yea. I might be sailing this week. Monday til Friday. If you don't see me around Monday, you now know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs sick people*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:6342</id>
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    <title>Sleep is overrated....</title>
    <published>2006-02-18T13:29:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-18T13:29:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>t.A.T.u. - Loves Me Not</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okee. So it turns out, the sickness that all of my friends have, is actually asthma. I'm gonna go get checked out, 'cause I have the exact same thing they do. I woke up this morning hardly being able to breathe, but it could be 'cause of the fact I was sleeping on the floor... Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta go grocery shopping now... Might have to buy a new keyboard, 'cause my space bar is being evil... And I have that quiddy game today... Geesh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:5438</id>
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    <title>LOSING it....</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T23:35:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-14T20:10:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pussycat Dolls - Stickwitu</lj:music>
    <content type="html">FUCK! Am I home yet? I thought coming back to Windsor would be relaxing, but no. My mom won't get off my back about every little thing I do. I know she's hurt and all (which is a bit of an over-exaggeration, 'cause she's doing JUST fine) and I'm all about helping her around the house. But first of all, I need to know what to do. I'm not a friggen psychic. Second, don't expect me to jump right up and do it within the second you tell me to (unless it's something like, let the dogs in). I've yet to complain about anything she's asked me to do, which has ranged from bringing back the empty beer bottles, to putting her socks on her, but she still complains. GAH! There's nothing to do here, and yet she's yelling at me to do something other than sit on the computer or play playstation. Go see a friend? THERE ALL IN SCHOOL OR AT WORK! That's what happens when you're on VACATION and they're NOT! OH, and it would be nice if she was a little appreciative, seeing as how this is the only time I'll get off work for almost 4 months. I'm trying to relax before I go back to the hell of Halifax and work, but it seems like I'm getting less than I would if I were actually there. I'm tempted to change my flight home so I can get away from here sooner. No wonder I moved across the damn country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, after getting all of that out, I feel guilty. I know I came here to help her, but there's only so much you can do when someone doesn't appreciate it. Helping out your sick mother, and feeling like you're her slave are two different things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been like this. If I don't see something wrong, or out of place, I'm not going to try and change it. Why does she insist on trying to change me? She accepts that I'm gay, but doesn't acknowledge it, which is just as bad as not accepting it at all. Atleast then I'd know then that she's aware of me. She doesn't even know her own daughter. She's never once told me she's proud of me. For anything. Seeing as how her only son is a high school drop-out, drug dealing loser (but I still love him) and her other daughter is a spoiled brat who is mouthier than I ever was, I think I turned out to be an above average kid. I'm not a huge druggie, I take care of myself, and others (more than I actually should), I have a stable job where I make more than most people already out of University, and I actually have direction in my life. But that's still not enough for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing 'venting' journals.</content>
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    <title>The downward spiral called my life.</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T01:22:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-14T20:13:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ying Yang Twins - Shake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It may not be as bad as it comes across, when people ask me what's wrong. But I know this pattern all too well. I get in this really good place, with everything. I'm happy at work, at home and with my friends. Even have some girl luck. Then one thing slips up, usually the girl part, and it all starts to crumble, and I'm left trying to cling onto whatever shard of my life is the largest. Usually work. Anywho, I'm not complaining, sometimes just vocalizing what I've come to realize as the vicious cycle that is my life, helps in the re-building when the time comes.</content>
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    <title>Movin' On Up...</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T21:17:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T21:17:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fever - Pussycat Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I did it... I had 2 days to find an apartment and I did... Yaye me! It's awesome too! I can see my ship from the balcony, which means I can friggen WALK to work... w00t! And, there's a pool, sauna and gym that we get to use... I'm loving it! But now, I'm in crazy packing mode, and my HOL work is taking a hit. I'm gonna get it done today and tomorrow in between the practicing and packing. Yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to get my roommate (the good one) back on the right road, or atleast in the direction of the right road. The drugs have seriously stopped, and the drinking is also quite minimal. We spent last night here, packing and watching TV, and in the last week, we've only gone out 3 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go home in 6 days. That is the best news EVER! I cannot wait to see all my friends from back home, and I even miss my brother... Hometime is gonna be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it for now. I'll put in some randomness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Straight?</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T05:38:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T05:38:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Weekend - California</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So it's official. I'm gay. Not that it wasn't official before, but yea... I went on that whole 'girls suck' campaign... And I went on a date with one of my guy friends who happens to like me, and is apparently one of the hottest guys in Halifax. And nothing... Maybe I'm broken :P I knew there was nothing when I couldn't honestly find myself attracted to him... It's just me... I like girls... And boobs ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of boobs... I saw Underworld: Evolution tonight... *falls over and convulses* WOW! Hot naked girls... And I think I've developed a thing for biting *coughRaecough* :P Anyway, it's a must see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm pretty certain I'm over this sickness... Which means YAYE 'cause I can now sing again... And I can start recording my vocals... Which isn't exactly YAYE, but we'll see :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, two of my girlfriends (not literally) and I are starting a band... I guess I'm playing lead guitar and doing lead vocals... This was definitely out of nowhere... We'll see what happens XD</content>
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    <title>Death, please?</title>
    <published>2006-01-22T23:31:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-22T23:31:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Life House - You and Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, I definitely feel like crap, and I'd be calling in sick tomorrow if I didn't have things to do... This sucks majorly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wasted an entire weekend being sick and sleeping, so now I'm dreading this week... Or the next two weeks, actually... I'm going home on the 3rd YAYE! Which means I get almost 2 weeks away from the roommates... Relaxing like WHOA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home to visit my mom, 'cause she just had surgery on her spine... Yick... Anyway, when my grandmother talked to her about me coming home, she suggested that I just went to see my grandparents who are in FLORIDA! OKAY! But I said no, only cause she's all injured and stuff... So I need to be the good daughter :P *dreams about being in the sun and sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out about my sailing schedule for the next year *shudders* It isn't pretty, but I'm gonna try to get landed for a few of the trips (which sucks, 'cause I think it'll be the Chicago trip I'll be landed for *grumbles*) We'll hafta see... I know I don't wanna sail all year, that's for damn sure... But it is my job... Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I'm still standing by my theory of girls sucking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY DO GUYS INSIST ON ASKING ME OUT ON DATES?!?!?! Hello? LESBIAN! L-E-S-B-I-A-N! *shakes her fist at the male population*</content>
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    <title>Soreness Liek Whoa...</title>
    <published>2006-01-20T22:21:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-20T22:24:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>*PING*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I found out I have muscles I never knew exsisted... And only because they are so friggen sore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did 2 days of SRI's (Sea Readiness Inspection), which is SUPPOSED to last 2 weeks, but they thought it would be fun to cram it into 2 days :/ So I spent most of the time, either dressed to fight a fire, and going through all the motions of actually fighting that fire (charged hoses, smoke etc.), getting launched in the Rhib (which is a small boat we have onboard) and picking a dummy out of the water (Oscar XD), or rigging for a VertRep (helicopter exercise)... It was definitely crazy... And I can barely move right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we passed, and we're alongside now for atleast 2 months, which is good, but then we're sailing for most of the year... Which is WAY sucky... But atleast we're going to the Virgin Islands... And the Great Lakes trip, which hits Montreal, Toronto and Chicago (Yaye!)</content>
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    <title>I've Been Tagged, yo!</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T06:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T06:55:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fall Out Boy - Dance Dance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Okay, I already LJ'd today, but yea... I got tagged apparently, by Raebies... So I'm forced to do it again :P&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged&lt;br&gt;(selected) need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br&gt;In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) I have a lucky cigarette in every new pack I open. I pick a letter of the alphabet, and then go along the cigarettes in order until I come to the letter I picked, and flip over that cigarette in the pack and I smoke it last. It's supposed to be lucky.... Everyone says that it's weird, but I freak if someone smokes my Lucky on me XD&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2) I tap the roof of my car when i go through amber lights...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3) I like to jump in puddles... Yes, I AM 6!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4) When I play hockey (I'm a goalie) I step over the blue and red lines instead of crossing them... It's bad luck, yo!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5) If I start writing something, I cannot talk about it with ANYONE, because it gives me writer's block... Seriously...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, so most of mine are crazy... Meh...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tag...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Muahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:3553</id>
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    <title>Lazy...</title>
    <published>2006-01-12T20:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-12T20:38:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Weekend - Temporary Insanity</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, so when I said I had an easy job, I lied. I've never been so overworked in my LIFE. I never knew changing ships would be so much damn work :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think this is the turn of my LJ... No more depression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Memoirs of A Geisha FINALLY... I hafta work this weekend, so I'll get off work early tomorrow, so that's a plus... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on... tired as hell... gonna take a nap!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:3191</id>
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    <title>So... This Sucks...</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T00:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-10T00:31:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Melanie Doane - I Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, first of all, I'm tired of writing depressing LJ entries... Things need to change NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl problem? Solved, but not to my liking... So we're just friends now... Which is what we started out as... Which sucks majorly... I feel like I've been pulled along, and now that I sorta have feelings involved, they've just as soon been torn apart... Fucking sucks... Friends... That has to be the worst thing to hear... But even worse was the fact that she says that 'nothing really happened between us'... o.O Fuuuuuck! I just want to break something, or stay in bed and cry for days... For some reason I knew that I was fooling myself... Thinking that she actually had REAL feelings for me, but I couldn't help it... Everything she did and said told me differently than what she told me today... And even now, I still wonder if she's hiding something, but I'm only kidding myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever say I like a girl again, please tell me that it's going to be a waste of my time, and she'll mess with my head and then tell my she just wants to be friends... That's usually how it ends up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone remind me of the time when I was happy? 'Cause right now it seems like such a distant memory... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to ask for someone who will love me?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:3045</id>
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    <title>Confused Liek Whoa...</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T03:03:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T03:03:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mariah Carey - Don't Forget About Us</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know what's the worst feeling in the world? Not knowing how someone feels... Well, okay it's not THAT simple... They tell you how they feel... Which is a good thing, and makes you feel liek WHOA... But then doesn't call back, or doesn't come to see you for liek... 4 days... Makes you feel so very confused... I hate that hot/cold game, and I really wish it would stop... She's leaving for the West Coast in two days, and I have a feeling I won't get to see her before she leaves... Which sucks more than anything... And the worst part is, I'm not even sure if she cares... Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs more*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:2684</id>
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    <title>Girls Suck.....</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T02:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T02:04:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">'Nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............*sigh*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:2516</id>
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    <title>No Turning Back</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T20:37:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T20:37:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm seriously at the end... I'm not sure what to do about them, but I can't take anymore... I don't care to get into the story, but if you know me well enough, you know about my roomate troubles... And yea, now it ends... It's the first time I've cried in 3 years... and it was only because I'm so frustrated and worn down that I didn't know what else to do...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:2246</id>
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    <title>o.O</title>
    <published>2006-01-03T08:34:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-03T08:34:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madonna - Hung Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why do girls feel the need to act like... girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not going to rant on about this, but I wanna know why girls do this... My GF tonight told me she thinks I'm losing interest in her, because she thinks she came back a little different (she's home for Xmas holidays from the West Coast)... I was so confused by this, but apparently she thinks that she 'looks different' meaning, she 'put on more weight'... I want to know why girls care about this... 'cause I certainly don't... It's extremely frustrating, trying to tell someone you don't care about things like that, when obviously they do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I think I start work again tomorrow, but I'm not too sure... I'm going in, just so I don't get into trouble... But I might call in sick... I think I'll do that... :P</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:1934</id>
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    <title>2006</title>
    <published>2006-01-01T20:46:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-01T20:46:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Watching - PoT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What a crazy way to start teh New Year... My roomates have FINALLY gone to sleep, after disrupting my alone time with the girlfriend... All is good though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to write... So yea, guess I'll just wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:1579</id>
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    <title>ambermack @ 2005-12-30T01:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T05:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-30T05:59:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lola - No Strings</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oooooh! Naughty Icon Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a123/AshleyMBarron/Angie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a123/AshleyMBarron/AJ.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a123/AshleyMBarron/HOTness.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a123/AshleyMBarron/SchoolGirl.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a123/AshleyMBarron/redness.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a123/AshleyMBarron/Jordana.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were quickies... I'm workin' on MUCH better ones :P (If PS would FRIGGEN co-operate with me!)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:1323</id>
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    <title>It's all about us...</title>
    <published>2005-12-29T00:46:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-29T00:46:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Watching - PoT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's pretty messy in my apartment right now... But since that means my roomate is FINALLY moving out, I can deal with it... Until tomorrow morning... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided not to stop smoking... I know everyone is going to freak on me, but I really don't think I could... Atleast, not until Candace comes home for good... Then things will be a little less stressful... Hense, no need to smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about all I have for now...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ambermack:1106</id>
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    <title>ambermack @ 2005-12-28T18:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-28T22:14:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-28T22:14:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>t.A.t.u - Friend or Foe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*laughs insanely* So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:352; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Prince of Tennis) Which Seigaku Regular are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/P/Pengiesama/1051994968_seijibadge.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Eiji!&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(128,0,128)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Pengiesama/quizzes/%28Prince+of+Tennis%29+Which+Seigaku+Regular+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Pengiesama/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=107143"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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