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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 01:03:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/Petear1080/lildude.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;im really confused about whether to laugh at this or be very scared at the thort of the guy this kid will eventually become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the more i look at it the more i think its fake aswell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;your thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2006 19:21:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Im just starting to revise for my exams that are coming up in May and im finding it really hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and i was thinking about the CGP books (i think its cgp) that i used for my GCSE&apos;s and how easy they were to read and learn from and how without them i wouldn&apos;t have done well at all in those exams. and all the offers iv gotten are totally thanks to those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so id like everyone to take a moment to think about how genius those books are, and to take a minute to thank them for helping us so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and maybe they are still helping you all i dunno. cus u rnt living in america. i really need one of those books</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 00:56:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sheppardsoftware.com/states_experiment_drag-drop_Intermed_State15s_500.html&quot;&gt;http://www.sheppardsoftware.com/states_experiment_drag-drop_Intermed_State15s_500.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; somebody try this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it doesn&apos;t take as long as ud think. my avg was 34 miles. but it wuda been lower but i slipped a couple of times and was off by a few hundred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that makes the &apos;game&apos; sounds very exciting. but its not really. do it anyway</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 03:11:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>ok. i havent entered in a while. but i have another long story to tell. about asshole cops and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so tonite i went to the bruins (hockey) game with 4 friends. I got to Ian&apos;s house where everyone was waiting to go. I got there and people had been drinking a lil bit and ian had been drinking a lot. really really drunk. probably our first mistake was bringing him to the game, but i just wanted to go so i didnt really think about it. and it wasnt for another hours, so i figured that hed be a lil sober by then.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; so so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on the train he was sick a few times. and when we got into the garden he wasn&apos;t any better so one of my friends took him outside to sober up. the rest of us went up to the seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  after 5 minutes of the game a security guard came to our seats asking for &apos;pete and alex&apos;. so me and alex went with him leaving our other friend sitting watching. i asked the guy if wed get back to the game eventually and and i quote, he says &apos;yeaa sure&apos;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we went into some crazy back rooms until we got to the &apos;operation room&apos; where james and ian are sitting looking sad with lots of official looking people. they left and started askin me and alex questions. we hadnt been drinking so we said we hadnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; first example of them being fucking dick heads. we gave them our home phone numbers. &apos;dont you even think about giving us a false number kid, you&apos;ll go straight to jail&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what?! you think goin to jail is ok?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so they called our parents and then we all sat in the same room for a while silently as wed been told. the most official looking guy comes in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &apos;HEY!. you think this is funny. spending a night in jail is not fucking funny kid&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a less official guy decides he needs to comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &apos;you guys play any sports at your school&apos;..(before we can answer). Not any more, haha&lt;br /&gt; other guy laughs and says &apos;ha you shoulda said DID you play any sports, haha&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ian is still very drunk and is trying to speak to them. i dont even no what he is trying to say so they jsut get pissed. So they take us all to another room where they sit with us and be assholes for a couple of hours before parents arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; one guy. trying to scare ian says to another guy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &apos;you no boston police station. i was down there today. theres a guy there. &apos;bubba&apos; he was called. 19 year old kid. 6&apos;9 330 pounds. he has a cell the size of that table (points to a counter, big enough to hold a computer and a telephone). and he has to share it. got no one to share it with (glares at ian). he refers to &apos;bubba&apos; at least 6 more times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he also tried to tell us that he coached our schools football team in &apos;1988 or 89 probably i dunno&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after about an hour a girl came in who had been getting angry when her firend was taken away for bein drunk. she, was fucking retarded. having been told to stand silently in the corner she asked &apos;can i ask you a a a really ligit question. please its a ligit question&apos;. eventually the guy ses ok and he question is like &apos;why am i hear i didnt drink, just cus these guys are drunk, thats not my problem&apos;. they tell her to shut up and she shouts back and they tell her to shut up again and she just has to have the last word so she shouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &apos;OH, I WILL!&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  after a long silence she again tries to ask a &apos;legit question&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at the end of it all, my dad was just a lil worried about ians clear problem and the fact that hed had to drive to boston. and i was pissed with ian, the fact that i missed the game, security guards in general and fucking girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when the girl came in she came with a woman security guard who stayed for a while said to us &apos;even if she speaks to u dont say anything&apos; and james who had been saying &apos;yes sir no sir thanks sir for the last few hours replies &apos;yes sir&apos; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; which made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yea so i think thats it. that is my story and i think it makes up for not entering for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 07:00:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>and i got an offer from leeds. i forgot again. they havent actually given me the offer. but theyve sed its on the way. so i dunno if that counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im 4 for 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; khsf;gkjhdsf</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 06:59:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I got an offer from Liverpool aswell. i forgot to put that in&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ABB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dunno if id wanna go there. iv never been to liverpool before</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 06:58:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I got another offer. Exeter BBB. i dont wanna go there tho. so i better do better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im have so much energy that needs to go somewhere but theres nowhere for it to go. my only choice is to sleep. which is what im gonna do but i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but im a winner</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 15:01:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ccff&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;hopefully the first of many&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 16:18:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I got my first offer. ABB from Newcastle, wooop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and if i take a gap year, sunderland should be in the Premiership again and ill be able to watch the every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ahh</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 03:03:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So today i watched a bit of Herbie, with my brother. the movie about a car thats alive. and a couple of things got me thinking other than the fact that it was horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; first was a really short skirt that she wears in one scene. which made me realize that Lindsey Lohan is even hotter than i thort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; second was a quote from her friend. who is supposed to be stupid but tells her, when she is deciding whether to become a journalist or a nascar racer &apos;do you wanna be writing the stories or do you wanna be the story&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so i dunno if i wana be a journalist nemore. cus i want to be the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; somebody name a famous journalist...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 04:17:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My wallet is to small for my fifties</title>
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  <description>This New Years eve im looking at spending it with my parents. which sucks. cus the i hate being bored on new year cus its so depressing. But. The reason im not gonna be at home is cus they&apos;ve taken me sking. so i sudnt be complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last weekend i couldn&apos;t decide whether i wanted to go skiing or whether i wanted to stay home and hang out with a girl i like. and i complianed cus i cudnt decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next year ill be complaining cus i cant decide whether to go straight to uni or whether to take a gap year in a forgien country. and probably if i decide the second one. ill be complaining cus i cant decide where to go or what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just wrote a &apos;senior quote&apos; for the yearbook and ran out of space cus there were so many people to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My examples aren&apos;t very good. but my point is that i have a good life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know that you have a good life when u complain because u can&apos;t decide what to do that weekend. because both are so much fun u dont want to miss one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Thanks people who make my life good</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 22:45:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I find it so hard to remember what year it is</title>
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  <description>1) Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have so many. Las Vegas. last night in England. state final in football...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Not winning the state final? leaving England again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where were you when 2005 began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at my uncles house. in toronto. watching time square on tv. wishing i was home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My lil brother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where will you be when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sking. or, hopefully getting drunk in weston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who will you be with when 2005 ends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; skiers or drunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have never made one in my entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Did you breakup with anyone in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Did you make any new friends in 2005?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who are your favorite new friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your favorite month of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; july and august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Did you travel outside of the UK in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) How many different states did you travel to in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; like, 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Did you miss anybody in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lots of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2005?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wedding crashers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What was your favorite song from 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) How many concerts did you see in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Did you have a favorite concert in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; more in too weeks in england than i did in my year in america. so. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;30) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yes. it shall not be spoken of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What was the biggest lie you told in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; something small. im good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Did you treat somebody badly in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) How much money did you spend in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) What was your most embarrassing moment of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; today. i slipped on ice. it was quite a fall. im careful not to emmbarass myself too much. talk to siobhan for this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change it, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; again. shall not be spoken of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) What are your plans for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to get into university. to pull a 360 on skis and to have somebody cry cus im leaving the country. maybe a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have ambition</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 05:27:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Something is missing. i had a really good day. because it was snowing. but nothing really good happened so iv got a lot of pent up excitement that won&apos;t go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my car destoryed the snow today. im so proud of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; x</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 19:29:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought that my bus had arrived, so i got on it.&lt;br /&gt; But just as my house was coming into view the bus took a turn and drove me off a fucking cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so now im not even at the bus stop. i have no idea where i am and can&apos;t get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; only thing i do no, is that i love my bus metaphor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2005 16:30:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Metaphorically Speaking...</title>
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  <description>You know how you wait for a bus for a really long time. and then loads all come at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well after i had been waiting peacefully for a long time all these &apos;buses&apos; come. but i didnt get on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; they all fucking ran me over one by one and reversed a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and now im lying in the gutter having been hit by a ton of buses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and it doesn&apos;t look like im gonna be getting home anytime soon</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2005 00:26:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Its been an insane week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sat courtside at the celtics game which was insane. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; and there was a bomb threat at school for half a day. also pretty insane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and something really stupid has been driving me insane for the last three days and wont go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND im goin to my first ever Patriots game on sunday, which is going to be. insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         so next week ill still be insane cus of the things thats making me insane but i wont have all these good insane things to cancel it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so ill just be insane</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 19:55:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&apos;boo canada&apos;</title>
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  <description>Yesterday i had a really good day so im gonna update for the first time in weeeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me and a few friends went into Boston to watch the bruins lose to toronto. but it was so much fun cus in the cheap seats that atmosphere is really good and there are always away fans around who people assume are canadian so the canada jokes were flying&lt;br /&gt; It was kinda good that they had won cus some pretty huge guys were able to take the insults cus they were happy with the win. instead of beating us up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we had an hour to wait for the train so we went to Hooters. which was pretty american. there were plently of drunk bruins fans still there so canada continued to take a beating and we sat next to this table of 3 guys and 2 girls who both apparently were in college and the guys said they had wives and kids to go home to. so not really sure why they were with these girls. neway. they were wasted and made fun of one of us for like an hour. about how he was &apos;14 and just reaching his sexual peak&apos; or something. and one of the girls tried to teach us about oral sex parties and how its important to &apos;go wild&apos; in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then before we left the hooters girls took my friend to the front cus it was his birthday and sang him a stupid song in front of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then we came home and slept cus it was only a thursday woooo. best thursday iv ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; boo canada..</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 22:43:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween at Weston High School &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/Petear1080/DSC02190.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A kid sucking on a cows udders?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Julius Ceaser and a giant milkshake&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;An Ipod and a carton of milk&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A fucking badass&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Again&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good times. now i gtg take like 6 showers to get this stuff off me&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:34:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It snowed like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went to watch New England Revolution (football/soccer team) come back from 2-0 to win 3-2 in the quarter finals of the playoffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had lots of cinnamon sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; woopwoop</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 22:22:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today at lunch i wanted a cheese burgur. But the line was huge and there wernt many left so i qued for a sandwich instead. got a sandwich and asked the diner lady there to get my a cheese burger and she did cus she really likes me. I got the last one and nobody noticed id cheated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So. while i was lining up to pay for my food a kid came into the cafe saw there were no cheese burgers left and offered to pay me 5 dollers for mine. and i hadnt even bought it yet. he gave me 5 dollers so that he could buy the burger instead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lol. best lunch eva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; not really. good tho</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 01:54:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The rest of my week is so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow i have no football practice. the next day we have a day off school for the jews. then its friday which means i get to pick up my new skis. on saturday i get my drivers license and in the evening im going to see hot hot heat, weezer and foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   how could that be any better. feel free to leave ridiculous ideas of how it cud</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2005 21:13:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Im feeling stupidly creative. and im addicted to windows movie maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All iv done this weekend is make videos. and iv just come up with a new, fairly ambitious idea that i no will take me a long time. but iv got so much work to do so im trying to resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i cant win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; got new skis today. woop</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2005 03:30:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I havent updated in ages but its been an eventful night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was what was ment to be a huuge party tonight. so about 8 i drove thier with a friend who lives near me. We parked a lil walk away and got out and headed to the house. When we got to the end of his road we could see police outside his house so we didn&apos;t go up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After about a minute they left the house and drove past us. one stopped and the policeman asked what we were doing. so we said we were going to a friends house. so he asked why we werent there and why we were just standing at the side of the road. so. we said we were just on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at this clearly having nothing else to do he got out of the car shining his torch in our faces and whipped out his pen and paper and asked the same question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this time i said that we hadnt gone up to the house cus we didn&apos;t want to get involved cus wed seen police. so he said &apos;why wud u not want to get involved if theres nothing bad going on&apos;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thats the kinda question that your just like what??? what do u want me to say to that? and because uv hesitated its bad. not for ne particualr reason. its just bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he accused my friend of playing with his pockets so he spun him round and searched him asking &apos;is there nething in those pockets that i should know about&apos; and the answer of &apos;my phone&apos; was some &apos;bad attitude&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by this time the other cars had pulled up and thier drivers got out so there were now 4 policemen standing round us. he kept asking us stupid questions until i said &apos;we havent done nething wrong, can we jsut go&apos; which didnt go down well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  he then said &apos;i didnt say uv done nething wrong. ur jsut acting so fucking wierd walking in the dark&apos; which again was like what?!? did u just swear at me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so they took our names, phone numbers and addresses. All three other guys looked up my address in thier books but couldnt find mine for some reason. &apos;Are you gonna lie to a police officer kid&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so this went on for about 20 minutes. they, clearly knowing that we had done nothing wrong and knowing all the answers to the questions they were asking, apparently got bored and said that theyd be calling the school and that we could go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; which i have no doubt that they will not do. they just wanted to intimadate us. which i guess if i was paid to do id do the same. they warned us that from now on everytime they see us they will be suspicious cus we are the kids that walk the streets at 8pm.          ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; would that ever happen in England. have any of u ever been questioned and searched for standing somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and the party wasnt so good. everyone either left cus they were scared the police would come back. or talked about whether or not they were going to leave for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so thats my story. u had to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God Bless America</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2005 02:37:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Theres a kid on the football team with a serious gambleing addiction. He makes a bet with somebody everyday, and is always so confident that he gives insane odds. Tonite he bet a guy he could beat him at poker. The addicted kid won $50. if the other guy had won, he wuda got $250 because of the odds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the game he was so confident that he could beat me at fifa he gave me 25-1 odds. I bet 5. so he bet 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i lost. but only just. and cus i wasnt used to the game. so im gonna play it a few times. get used to it. and then take advantage of his problem and steal his money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im sure this wuda been a better story if id won. but i will. so good story soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; xxxx</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2005 03:50:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I watched Eurotrip today. its the craziest movie i have ever seen. its funny, but totally stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For my 18th im gonna perswade a group to go to canada. cus the drinking age is 18 there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thats it.</description>
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