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  <updated>2007-08-05T05:40:31Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fxck_camisado:12958</id>
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    <title>fxck_camisado @ 2007-08-04T00:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T05:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-05T05:40:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow, so march 21, eh?  long time ago.  i didn't forget about livejournal, i just haven't had the time to write in here.  whatevsauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victor is now working in chicago.  i am super tight with nickolas and he's leaving in a couple weeks for madison.  =[  sad panda.  liz leaves for findlay pretty soon.  i still hate holly.  bryan is pretty tight; he sits outside with me after work and talks shit about holly.  i get bitched at about every little thing possible.  jim is a pretty cool guy and i will tell everyone he's good until i die.  because he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i got in my very first car accident a couple hours ago.  this is exactly what i told paige:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaylakinsz&lt;/b&gt;: so, it's 10:30 at night, just got off work and i'm like "sweet.  arby's sounds good right now."  so i'm coming from target, going north.  first i have a red light because the sensors hadn't picked up my presence yet (the southbound lane had a green light) and then they finally picked up my car and gave me a green light.  now, with the direction i was coming from, i had to switch into the left lane really fast in order to get into arby's.  so, i just get into the left lane and i looked to my right and i see this car get real close to my car.  so i slowed down just a bit and i felt something hit me.  i immediately start screaming "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paige&lt;/b&gt;: ughhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paige&lt;/b&gt;: i hate stupid drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaylakinsz&lt;/b&gt;: so i sit there for a couple seconds, then pull off to the side in front of the other car.  i don't know what to do other than jump out of the car and look at the damage.  there's only a minor dent in the passenger door, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaylakinsz&lt;/b&gt;: so i cry more.&lt;br /&gt;kaylakinsz: i had to call my dad, he came up by me, i cried more.  he called the cops and i had to write a statement.  turned out to be the lady's fault and she got a ticket, i walked away with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paige&lt;/b&gt;: yeah it was definitely her fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paige&lt;/b&gt;: she moved into your lane without looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaylakinsz&lt;/b&gt;: she was turning right, without a green light, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paige&lt;/b&gt;: what a moron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaylakinsz&lt;/b&gt;: she tried telling me, my parents, and the cop that it was my fault.  i had a red light and she had the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paige&lt;/b&gt;: im so glad you're ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaylakinsz&lt;/b&gt;: if i had a red light, i am sure i would be going faster than 15 across HIGHWAY Q of all places.  and there would be a lot more damage.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fxck_camisado:12382</id>
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    <title>a new year.</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T04:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T04:23:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>discotech</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i love not having braces.  although my retainers are the old school metal and "plastic" i absolutely love it.  no longer do i have to pick at my teeth after i eat.  i can smile with my mouth closed without having to make a weird face.  it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far in 2007 i have worked 80.5 hours.  that is all i do lately.  work.  my life?  sleep.  school.  sleep in class.  work.  that's it.  i should just sleep at pop's.  i like that jill does the schedule now because i get the hours that i want and deserve.  i have become one of the many at pops, and i love it.  i love that i work there so much that people at school, at the grocery store, at the ihop all know me as "that girl from pops."  i love that i get recognized for my awesome oreo-shake-making-skills.  i love that i am one of the nice girls to the customers.  i love that my co-workers talk so much shit about me and they think that i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is crazy to think that in a little less than five months i will be graduating and turning 18.  i have waited for this for so long and it is so surreal to think that i'll be done.  it will be sad, the day of graduation and the very last day of school, but you can bet that i will fucking party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't talk to britain or max.  and i haven't talked to abby in months.  i just started talking to stephanie, and it's kind of awkward.  i never know what to say.  i'm trying to work on my people skills.  they need to improve, especially if i plan on being a pops lifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into a huge fight with my dad lastnight and jill witnessed it.  we were sitting in the parking lot at pops and i cried while my dad yelled at me on the phone.  i have four one hour long detentions apparently.  he told me it's not even worth going to school anymore because he doesn't believe that i will graduate.  he told me that he's not going to pay for me to go to college.  he won't pay the $34 for my UWM application fee.  if i wait longer than i already have, i won't get in at all.  he doesn't think that my gpa is high enough to get into UWM.  do you see the fucking lowlifes that go to UWM?  they'll accept anyone.  but that is where i want to go.  i hate that a lot of my friends are getting acceptance letters and i haven't turned in one fucking application.  i really fucked myself over.  my dad said that i would be wasting his money by going to UWM because he doesn't think that i will amount to anything in the "real world."  i proceeded to tell him that i didn't want to end up like him - i want to graduate high school, i want to go to college, i want to graduate college, i want to have a good paying, steady job [along with my pops career]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayne michael schultz - he died on january 2, 2007.  he was intoxicated, asked for his friends keys to run home and get something.  he said that he would be right back.  "be right back" turned into a "never returning"  he was going 100mph down hillside road in germantown/richfield.  the car spun out of control, he hit numerous trees and a pole.  he died almost instantly.  i hate that the newspapers leave out so many details.  wayne was only 16 years old when he died.  he was a junior at germantown high school.  he had such a presence, his smile brightened up an entire room, he had the most amazing, big blue eyes.  it is just so weird to live life without him.  he will be missed.</content>
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    <title>everything is new.</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T03:19:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T19:49:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lost at sea.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;New journal means new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;This journal is &lt;b&gt;locked&lt;/b&gt;.  I have added the people that I need, so don't ask.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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