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  <title>Place Your Ear To My Lips. Trace These Notes With Your Fingertips.</title>
  <subtitle>They Dance Alone In My Last Breath. This Is The End. This Is Death.</subtitle>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-06-29T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-29T21:04:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Over the weekend.. Well, on Saturday, I went with my boyfriend and his mom to their family reunion. I really didn't want to go, but I figured it'd be nice for me to. After we left the house and started driving there I got really nervious. Once I got there, I saw soo many freaking people I didn't know! It was a little overwhelming. But once I actually started to talk to people I started having fun. I'm really glad I went. It kind of makes me feel more comfortable going to Arkansas this week.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-06-25T14:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T19:58:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T20:04:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jamie Madrox - Get 'Em</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; I don't have internet at my house anymore. My dog also chewed up my charger for my laptop. Now I can even charge my fucking laptop. It pisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't wrote in here in about two months. Since then, I lost my job. It was a bad decision. I thought I liked hanging out with my friends and shit, more than going to work. It's pretty much true, but I need a job. I need money. I have a lot of shit I need to pay for. I love money too much to not be working. Tomorrow I'm going to this place in La Salle, to get a job. They said they would get me a job. I'd be making one hundred dollars a day. The only thing that sucks is that it's really long shifts. But I think I'm up for it. &lt;br /&gt;Umm. I'm supposeably still moving to Arkansas with my boyfriend soon. I'm soo freaking excited! I just can wait to live with him!&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-04-29T12:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T18:34:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T18:34:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beyonce - Halo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I did something really stupid, and I sort of, kind of regret doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with my boyfriend, JT, for about a year and four months now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love; I wouldn't want to picture my life any other way.&lt;br /&gt;Being in love with, JT, has been amazing. It's been the best times of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get scared that things aren't going to work out the way I want them to.&lt;br /&gt;I know his family is planing on moving to a different state this summer.&lt;br /&gt;This really worries me that maybe we won't be together after that.&lt;br /&gt;I truly have no idea what's going on with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been told too much, but I hate talking/thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, if I could have anything in the world, it would be to be with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want a new car, money to pay my bills, a new house, or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I would just want to choose to be with JT for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family thinks I need to date more guys, but I don't see the point in that.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, dating wasn't something I was interested in.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I was seventeen that I became interested in dating someone.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I've only had five boyfriends, including the guy I'm with now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I've been on a lot of first dates; more than I can count!!&lt;br /&gt;I've just never been interested in taking anything further than that.&lt;br /&gt;The four guys I've dated before, JT, well.. let's just say they were all mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I look back on my past, and I have no idea what I was thinking!&lt;br /&gt;I've always attracted the bad-boy-meets-Adrian-Grenier type of guys.&lt;br /&gt;After I broke things off with, JK, I told myself I wasn't going to date anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not actually anymore, just not date for a long time. Ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;When, JT, called me up, and we hung out, and after he asked me to&lt;br /&gt;be his girlfriend.. I didn't have to strength to say no to that.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm soo fucking glad I didn't have that kind of strength in me.&lt;br /&gt;Because if I would have said no, like I told myself I should do,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have had the best times of my life, and be with the &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen to what anyone tells me about my relationship anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to the point where I'm so sick of hearing all these negative things.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody but me can see how I see my relationship with, JT, is right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know what anyone else's opinions are. I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;But I do care about how I feel, and that's the only thing that should matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the guys I've been with, I've lasted the longest in a relationship with, JT.&lt;br /&gt;I thought six months was a long time, but this over-a-year thing is long!&lt;br /&gt;I know, JT's, longest relationship was three years. I really want to beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this thought going on in my head that I want to be engaged.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I want to get married right now, because I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I've known people that have been engaged for years before that get married.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I, right now, want to do. It was just make me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy right now, but being engaged is a really big step that I want to take.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't just make us boyfriend and girlfriend, it'd make us fiances.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get engaged, because everyone else is doing it,&lt;br /&gt;I want to do that because I already know who I want to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;That might sound really crazy, but it's just something I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store yesterday and brought a blank card.&lt;br /&gt;I had this crazy idea in my head that I was going to ask, JT, to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAAAHAHHAHAHHA! Yeah. I'm fucking stupid right!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wrote in the card, and he read it when I went to his house.&lt;br /&gt;I did have a feeling in the back of my head that I wouldn't hear what I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what happened. I got turned down by it.&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that just because I want something doesn't mean he does to.&lt;br /&gt;And I can always understand that he doesn't want to get married now.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to get married right now either. I want to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I could wait 5 or 10 or how many ever years he wanted to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I just think being engaged is different than that.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a step above dating, and a step below marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just making the commitment we have stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't get so upset about this, but I have.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not thinking right. Maybe I should just wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I really don't want to wait any longer.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-04-10T09:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-10T14:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T14:30:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;This is not happening. This can't be true. Stop freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on with my body right now.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had my period this month, and I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;Part of my thinks I could be pregnant, and the other part doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I really don't think I'm pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's possible, but I just don't think it could happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have cramps, but I'm not starting my period.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;I figured if I don't start by next Friday, I'll take a test.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-04-05T14:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-05T19:17:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-05T19:17:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I finally got WOW set up last night. It took forever.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when I noticed it was done I started playing.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my boyfriend's happy that I'm playing now.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too sure if I would like the game,&lt;br /&gt;but I once I started playing I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leveling up as fast as I can. I'm lvl 4 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. It was a few weeks ago, I brought up a certain subject to J.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like since he's been playing this game he's not interested in me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that might not be true. That's just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I go to house a few times a week for a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go over there he's playing World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to be the one to tell him to stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like he should know not to play when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely selfish that I even brought this up.&lt;br /&gt;I just think there's so much time in this world to play.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see my boyfriend that often.&lt;br /&gt;It just means a lot to me, when we hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hanging out when he's not wrapped up in a video game.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's his favorite thing to do; I just want my time too.&lt;br /&gt;I know if he came over to my house and I just sat on the &lt;br /&gt;computer the whole time, he wouldn't want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do that, because I completely understand that.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that he listens to me, and understands where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to spend time with my boyfriend!&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-04-04T15:20:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-04T20:54:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-04T20:54:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;A chemical imbalance is a cause of mental illnesses. &lt;br /&gt;The basic concept is that neurotransmitter imbalances &lt;br /&gt;within the brain are the main causes of psychiatric conditions &lt;br /&gt;and that these conditions can be improved &lt;br /&gt;with medication which corrects these imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;In the 1950s the monoamine oxidase inhibitors (MAOIs)&lt;br /&gt;and tricyclic antidepressants were accidentally discovered &lt;br /&gt;to be effective in the treatment of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals with depression lose chemicals like serotonin and dopamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, scientists have developed a novel theory of what falters &lt;br /&gt;in the depressed brain. Researchers argue that the brain’s cells are &lt;br /&gt;shrinking and dying. This theory has gained momentum in the past few months,&lt;br /&gt;with the publication of several high profile scientific papers. The effectiveness &lt;br /&gt;of medication, these scientists say, has little to do with the amount of &lt;br /&gt;serotonin in the brain. Rather, the drug works because it helps heal our &lt;br /&gt;neurons, allowing them to grow and thrive again.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-03-03T11:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T17:42:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T17:42:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Every time you say my name,&lt;br /&gt;a piece of me falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no direction in my life,&lt;br /&gt;and I've never been happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to something good,&lt;br /&gt;and don't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with someone who&lt;br /&gt;knows what they have&lt;br /&gt;when they have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're right. I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to put my guard down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that if you know who &lt;br /&gt;I am, you don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid that once my&lt;br /&gt;barrier is defeated,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;you'll walk away.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Priorities</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T17:17:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T17:20:42Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What quality do you think is most important in a significant other?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=798'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=798"&gt;View 501 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I had to choose one quality for my significant other,&lt;br /&gt;I would want that to be honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who it honest and trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really important in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the truth about shit.&lt;br /&gt;And that's where honesty comes in too.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-03-03T10:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T17:10:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T17:19:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;It all started out four days ago, on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;J told me he's moving with his parents to another state this summer.&lt;br /&gt;It really upset me that he didn't tell me this sooner, when he knew.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that if he was moving and leaving me here, we'd break up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait until the end of the summer to break up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll know he's leaving and it will be harder on me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I told him to break up with me. Just to get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset Friday night. I stayed up the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep for anything. I didn't want our relationship to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was pretty busy. I kept myself occupied. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to have to think about my Pookie. =[&lt;br /&gt;But a wedding can only last so long, and then I had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I got home and I talked to J on instant messaging. &lt;br /&gt;For some dumb reason I decided to go to his house. &lt;br /&gt;He actually talked me into it. I had to lie where I was going.&lt;br /&gt;I was so fucking nervous. I kept shaking.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I wanted to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know why we couldn't be together,&lt;br /&gt;and if he wanted us to be together, why not do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;So, he ended up asking me if I would actually move with him.&lt;br /&gt;And of course my answer was, For you, yes.&lt;br /&gt;So that's how everything ended that day.&lt;br /&gt;I was stressed out wondering what his parents would say.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if he really wanted me to go with.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make plans on leaving,&lt;br /&gt;and have him not really want this for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sunday, he told me his mom said I could go with.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually really happy. I want to be with J. No matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;If i have to move to a different state with someone else's family,&lt;br /&gt;leave my family behind in a different state to be with him,&lt;br /&gt;well.. that's what it takes. I guess I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;I think J and I being like this together, will bring us closer together.&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what I want for the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;So now we're back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is going to be a really hard day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have therapy today. I have to let my grandma know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;She's not going to be happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;She worries about me way too much. &lt;br /&gt;But I really think she wants me to be happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And if she wants me to be happy, then she should be okay with this.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-02-28T10:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-28T16:37:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-28T16:39:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Help, I've done it again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been here so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt myself again today.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, &lt;br /&gt;there's no-one else to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I've been up all night thinking of what I could do.&lt;br /&gt;I have found nothing. I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo sick of crying. I don't want to be sad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But the only person that can make me happy is J.&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying I wouldn't know what to do without him.&lt;br /&gt;And right now... I still have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to cry anymore. I won't let myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I'm so lost right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to do what I don't want to do. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to better myself. J was never in my way for anything.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, just maybe, now that he's not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can work on myself and my career.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can do it this time. (Even if J was still here.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to follow M with her dream too.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I know how to make good money right now.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't even something I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too fucking scared. I don't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe this will be better for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant M, he knows where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;I think he can help me. Someone can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a part of me died last night.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going to make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared for life.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-02-22T11:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-22T17:56:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-22T17:56:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;No so much has been going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;I've just been so happy this month. I don't know what's going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;My website/profile is finally finished. I've been getting a few responses.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's not anything I can do, but it's still nice to be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;Pookie and I have been doing really good. I'm so happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;I love him so, so much. I hope he knows that. I'd do anything I could for him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also checking up on my bills. I've been doing so good with that.&lt;br /&gt;I hope some time soon, I won't have any more debt to pay off. I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;My photographer is almost done with my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;He's going to send them to me soon, with a modeling book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, was a stress free week. Finally. I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping myself busy at home to not have to worry about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sewing my sister a blanket, reading Eclipse, and writing a book.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough to keep me occupied for a while.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-02-16T10:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T17:00:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T17:01:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I've never had a good Valentines Day, until this year.&lt;br /&gt;The 14th was probably the best day of my life, so far.&lt;br /&gt;I got to do something I really wanted to do. I've been waiting so long.&lt;br /&gt;Pookie and I drove up to Morton Grove, IL., for my photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy Pookie went with me; we got to spend the day together.&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly want I've always wanted, and now I have it.&lt;br /&gt;My photo shoot went really good. I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Pookie didn't get to watch everything, but I'm glad he got to see.&lt;br /&gt;Now he knows what it's all about, and I hope he understands&lt;br /&gt;that this is my dream. I really want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything it takes to become a great model.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be famous. I want people to know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do this. It's all going to happen. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the photo shoot, the rest of the day went well.&lt;br /&gt;I got Pookie a Valentines gift. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I got him candy, handcuff and a blindfold, and wiped cream. Ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pookie also took me to Subway and brought me lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice just to be with him. Just the two of us. That's how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much fun being with Pookie. Mostly when we're alone.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-02-09T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-10T05:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-10T05:24:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;It's past my bedtime, but I can't sleep. I've been awake in bed for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to come down and write in my LJ. And now I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so stressed out. Mostly because I can't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like everything in my life, right now, is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing soo good when I first got my job.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to keep up with my bills. I had everything paid on time.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's all gone down hill. I can't afford anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky if I pay one or two of my bills a month.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to make more money on the side, modeling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if that's going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;I have my first photo shoot coming up. It's going to determine it.&lt;br /&gt;I just want all my financial problems to disappear. &lt;br /&gt;I want to be back on track with all of that bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking sick of getting yelled out every pay check.&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you turn your time sheets in?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to be able to pay you bills?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you expect me to help you out forever?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear any of that fucking crap anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And my financial problems aren't the only situation going on.&lt;br /&gt;My sister's about to have a baby in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;My sister used to be my best friend. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;We just haven't been very close since she got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;It's like her boyfriend had taken over her fucking life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking sick of hearing about my sister and her fetus.&lt;br /&gt;That's all my family talks about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They're all actually happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;I know, if I were pregnant right now, it wouldn't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;My mother's done soo much for my worthless sister.&lt;br /&gt;My sister doesn't deserve anything. &lt;br /&gt;She doesn't deserve to be pregnant and have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this just because I'm jealous, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish my sister wasn't so self absorbed. &lt;br /&gt;She needs to realized we're still sisters, and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;OhMiGod. This whole modeling this is really getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very self conscious right now. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm not good enough to model? Not everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own profile set up. I sent out a few emails today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping something in my dull hectic life would work out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in a fairy tale world, going nowhere in life.&lt;br /&gt;If I could only see the future, would I be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I worry about everything. I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the type and kind of person I am. It's what I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off of here for now. I think I've done enough venting.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for actually listening to me.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-02-09T11:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-09T18:01:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-09T18:01:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I finally got a modeling profile.&lt;br /&gt;I submitted my profile to about twenty auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kristineich2.exploretalent.com&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-02-08T11:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-08T17:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-08T17:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I think I finally got this, and I know it's going to work out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say I used P, but I kind of did.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to know about modeling, and she gave me all the information.&lt;br /&gt;P is the one who set me up with KE. She told me to email in about a photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I didn't know, was P was just in this for the money.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's serious about this. I want to model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my photo shoot coming up on Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo fucking excited. I wish the day was here already.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a loong drive, but it's soo worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doing the photo shoot, and I get my pictures back.&lt;br /&gt;This way I'll be able to show an agency the work I've done.&lt;br /&gt;KE told me there's a few small agencies near me,&lt;br /&gt;so I might not have to drive all the way to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's telling me, not to get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not going to. I'm just hoping it works out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really expect too much out of this.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just going to do this for fun, and see where it takes me.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2009-02-04T13:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-04T19:57:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-04T20:02:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I'm having trouble living here. It makes me so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that I have no other option right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't move out any time soon. There's too much going on.&lt;br /&gt;My job is amazing. I just don't have enough clients right now.&lt;br /&gt;My work isn't even helping me get any new ones.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many bills to pay, I can't even pay them all.&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather has to help me pay my car insurance.&lt;br /&gt;I have no money to go out and do anything.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to ask my grandmother for money now.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm almost 20, I shouldn't have to ask for money.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out of this place I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to this lady, that owns Bratton Ave. Apartments.&lt;br /&gt;She said it was okay, and I could move in any time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the problem is, I don't think I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;In May I'm going to IVCC to get my CNA.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm going to school, I'm not going to be working.&lt;br /&gt;The class starts at 9 and it ends at 3. I won't have time to work.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'll be able to afford anything.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I'm suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suck here; a place I don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;If I move out, my grandparents said they wouldn't help me.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that means I have no other option.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-12-30T16:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T22:49:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T22:49:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Tis The Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really good year for me; one of the best ones yet.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that has happened this year, well I didn't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a year full of surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am most happy about, would have to be J.&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why he randomly called me in January.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter why, I'm just so glad he did.&lt;br /&gt;We've had are ups and downs this year. Just like any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that he's part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through a few jobs this year.&lt;br /&gt;I know it took me awhile, but I finally found the right one.&lt;br /&gt;I have an amazing job, and a nice car to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big wake up call when it came to my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;She ended up in the hospital in September.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget what happened.&lt;br /&gt;It's changed me as a person, mostly as a granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother is my best friend. She means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC got married and I got to be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;I know we're not as close as we were, but she means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Her and R getting married was something I seen coming,&lt;br /&gt;just not everything that went into it. &lt;br /&gt;It was the first wedding I've went to, it bypassed my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from a old friend. This was a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;S called me when her times were bad.&lt;br /&gt;I held out my hand and brought her back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I sure did change her life for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ended up with something I, at one time, wanted.&lt;br /&gt;She found out she was pregnant in September.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;I get to be an aunt! I get the spoil the hell out of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from high school this year. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;After I was out of school for about a week, I decided on college.&lt;br /&gt;It was a mistake I wish I could take back, but don't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first year out of many I talked to my father.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize I love him, and I'm glad we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long year. So much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;I met some of the greatest people.&lt;br /&gt;I went to some of the best parties.&lt;br /&gt;I learned some of the greatest things.&lt;br /&gt;I went to some of the greatest places.&lt;br /&gt;I've done some of the worst things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a year I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for next year, I just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to continue in this direction.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-12-14T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-14T20:34:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-14T20:34:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>T.I. - Whatever You Like</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;It happened last month. I haven't really told anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I need to vent about it, because I'm still so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have noticed, I haven't been myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;It has nothing to do with anyone else, just myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was October 2nd, and I found out I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I took two tests that day, and they were both positive.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell anyone. I knew everyone would be so upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;That was the biggest mistake I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 12th, I was really upset. I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;I started getting bigger. I knew I had to tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;S came home, and I showed her the two tests I took before.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't as upset as I thought she would be. &lt;br /&gt;She was actually kind of happy.&lt;br /&gt;It was then, I knew I had to tell my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;This is something he needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;J didn't seem pissed off at me. I mean, he shouldn't be anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was kind of happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;He started telling everyone, which I didn't want him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really upset me that my friends were happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone but LC. She was furious. Ahaha. That's a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I wanted people to be upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;I did make me feel better that they were happy.&lt;br /&gt;But I think they were a little to happy.&lt;br /&gt;No body knew what was going on inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big fear of having a miscarriage. &lt;br /&gt;Having a miscarriage is probably the worst thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I take medication. Medication that causes miscarriages or birth defects.&lt;br /&gt;I never went off my medication when I found out I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my head, I knew I shouldn't be taking it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I continued to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, on November 13th, S and I went to the health department.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would need some help with bills and food.&lt;br /&gt;I have a job, and so does J, but babies can be expensive.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted to do was get help from the state.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that do that, but I'm such a hypocrite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I went to see my boyfriend. Everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;I knew having this baby would be a good thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Once I saw my boyfriend, my problems went away.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy. I was excited. I felt hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;I knew everything was going to go the way I wanted it to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I had a lot on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Being with J makes me happy. I'm never depressed when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;But I still couldn't stop thinking about shit.&lt;br /&gt;J told me he told his mother I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Yah! Why?! I've always thought his mother hated me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but she scares me. Ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Since J told his mother, I decided to tell my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;She would find out eventually. Once I started showing even more.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was upset. She worries about me so much.&lt;br /&gt;She yelled. I cried. It was a fucking disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 14th, I went to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell anyone I was going. I didn't want people to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;I had a sonogram. I was the most beautifulest thing I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told me I was 12 weeks pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the doctor brought my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;I did tell the doctor I was on medication.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to stop taking it. Which is hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not on my medication, I go fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't want to stop taking it. I'm such a fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week was really hard on me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really guilty for taking my medications.&lt;br /&gt;I was having really bad thoughts about this.&lt;br /&gt;I went off my medication that Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I continued to not take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough week for me. Not being on any medication is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bad part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, November 21st, I woke up and I was really sick.&lt;br /&gt;I figured I was having morning sickness. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I went to work and took some Tylenol.&lt;br /&gt;My doctor said that medication was fine to take.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was at my first client of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like my stomach was going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;I started freaking out. I was having a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;I started having trouble breathing.&lt;br /&gt;This is really gross, but I could tell my pants were wet.&lt;br /&gt;I went to he bathroom, and I was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I told my client I was sick and had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and went straight to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I knew what was going to happen. I just sat there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Then about 15 minutes later I had this blood clot looking thing come out.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt like a mother fucker. I thought I was going to die. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to see if S was home. Thank God she was.&lt;br /&gt;I told her what was happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;I started crying. I then texted my boyfriend the story.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go back to work, but I didn't want anyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucked. I had to tell my clients what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I cried so much. I don't think I've ever cried that much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I decided to go to the ER, which I should have done in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the ER for 4 fucking hours. It was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;I had a miscarriage. I couldn't fucking believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 3 weeks since it's happened and I'm still upset.&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk to anyone about this. I don't want to bother anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But I really need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me inside.&lt;br /&gt;This is all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forgive myself.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-12-14T12:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-14T19:31:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-14T19:31:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Last time I updated, over a month ago, I said I was doing really good.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my happiness doesn't last that long. Too much shit has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having really bad financial problems. It's my fault. I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to spend money, but I'm too impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;S, has been telling me not to buy anything. &lt;br /&gt;I don't carry my check book and credit cards with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to say, but I'm in debt. It's not that bad though, but it's bad enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe so much money on credit cards, it's ridicules.&lt;br /&gt;I have no money to pay any of my bills off.&lt;br /&gt;I have four fucking credit cards that are maxed out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful my grandpa has been paying my car insurance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got this job I have, I didn't think I would have any problems with money.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking when I spent all of my money. It's like my mind wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need four hundred dollars by the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who I can borrow that much money from.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my name to go into the collection agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note, my sister K is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;When she first told me I was really upset.&lt;br /&gt;All the times, when I told her I was pregnant, she got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;When K told me, she expected me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Her and her fiance aren't doing to good right now.&lt;br /&gt;It puts a lot of stress on me, worrying about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a bumpy road. I'm trying my hardest to survive.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-11-11T10:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T16:25:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T16:25:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;A lot of shit has been going on. It's all really good though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually starting to feel really happy with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I are doing wonderful. I couldn't be more happy with him.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been getting money, I've brought him a few gifts.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to show him how much I care about him. How much I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to AT&amp;T and brought him a new phone to add to my plan.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha. I hope he realizes that's a big commitment. It's for 24 months.&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend, more than anyone else in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, S moved in with me. Well, at my grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too sure how things would be, but it's going really good.&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be her old self again. The S that didn't do drugs and drink every night.&lt;br /&gt;We've all thought about it, and know I'm the right person to help her.&lt;br /&gt;Last summer we were best friends, and we're getting there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought an x-box 360. I'm obsessed with it. I love Gears of War 2.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have time, I'm playing. It's my new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's doing so much better. It's actually bothering me. &lt;br /&gt;She's starting to be herself again. Damn. Now I'm always in trouble.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-10-19T12:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-19T18:06:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-19T18:07:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rascal Flatts - Secret Smile</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Lately, I've been feeling really depressed.&lt;br /&gt;It might be because I haven't taken my medicine all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I'm really stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought you loved someone &lt;br /&gt;more than they could ever love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what's making me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;I've really thought my JT and I were doing good together.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd like to say we are. We are.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how I could be so depressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend so much. More than anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so paranoid right now. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything to go wrong, but I'm expecting it to.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sitting here thinking like this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get this shit out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a lot of relationships and they never work out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in too deep right now and I don't want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;I love where I am right now. I want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to love me as much as I love them.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-09-28T10:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-28T16:04:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-28T16:04:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gary Allen - Watching Airplanes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date: September 21, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 12:10 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the emergency room, waiting to see my grandma. Something's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to go to work, it was about 7:00. I couldn't wake my grandma up. &lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out. I shook her and screamed to try to wake her up. I couldn't get her to respond. &lt;br /&gt;I went to lay in bed with her to see if she was okay. Nothing happened. I went to church, &lt;br /&gt;figuring she'd wake up by the time I got home. But once again, I got no response. &lt;br /&gt;I started crying and didn't know what to do. I quickly called my, Aunt Jodene. She rushed over. &lt;br /&gt;My aunt couldn't wake her up either. We called 911. They came right away. &lt;br /&gt;We found out, she wasn't breathing. They lifted her onto the board and carried her into the ambulance. &lt;br /&gt;They finally got her breathing and rushed her to the emergency room. &lt;br /&gt;My aunt and I, then we to Seattle Sutton to find my grandpa. We all met at the emergency room. &lt;br /&gt;My mother came too. We're sitting here, waiting to see her. That's where I am now. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 12:26 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came and let me in. I can see my grandma. She's wrapped in blankets. She's so cold. &lt;br /&gt;I'm crying. I don't know what I'm suppose to do. My aunt's with me. I need her right now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she's with me, because I can't get ahold of anyone. Nobody's answering their phones. &lt;br /&gt;I need to go home and get my grandma's cell phone, it has everyones number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 1:46 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma got a CAT Scan. Now she's headed off to Peoria, to St. Francis. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the back seat of my grandpa's car. I'm with my sister and her fiance, &lt;br /&gt;and my Aunt Jodene and grandpa. I'm still crying. I don't know what I'm going to do &lt;br /&gt;without my grandma. She's my everything, my whole life. I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 4:47 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the ICU waiting room. I got to see my grandma, but it was hard to look at her.&lt;br /&gt; She's not able to breathe on  her own, so she has a ventilator down her throat. &lt;br /&gt;She's now sleeping. I feel like shit. My sister and her fiance and my aunt are working on a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they can do it. I can't think about anything but my grandma. I want her to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 8:13 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors had run some tests on my grandma. It's hard to do much, &lt;br /&gt;because it's Sunday and not many of the doctors are here. They took some pictures of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;We found out she had a major heart-attack. That's probably why I couldn't wake her up this morning. &lt;br /&gt;We don't actually know what caused the heart-attack yet. Tomorrow when the doctors get in,&lt;br /&gt; they're going to run a few more tests on her heart. We're going to leave now. &lt;br /&gt;My grandpa won't let me spend the night here. I don't want to leave her by herself. &lt;br /&gt;I know she wouldn't do that to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date: September 22, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 10:43 AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to be writing a lot today. I'm not feeling too good. I got no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we found out my grandma has a blocked artery. &lt;br /&gt;She's getting ready to go into surgery right now. They said it should take about 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the surgery waiting room, down stairs. I'm praying and I know this will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date: September 23, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time:12:08 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work this morning. I only had one client, so it didn't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;We're all leaving a little later than we thought we would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 2:49 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the waiting room, while my mother and grandpa visit my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;We're only aloud two people in the room at a time. My aunt is now my side-kick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 3:24 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma looks like she's doing a lot better. She can't talk. &lt;br /&gt;She still has to use the ventilator to breathe. She's awake and uses paper to communicate. &lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing her like this, but I know she's in a good place. These people have been&lt;br /&gt;taking good care of her. I trust them. I just can't wait till she comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 6:32 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the ICU waiting room again. My grandma's sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to see her for a few days. I have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;I know my grandma's probably worried about that. She'd want me to go.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and grandpa are still going to come everyday to see her. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to get updated by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date: September 26, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 4:15 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my grandma since Tuesday. I miss her so much. I just want her with me.&lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely going to change once she gets home. I'm going to be a better granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my great-grandpa's house right now. I hate being home alone. &lt;br /&gt;I found out today, my grandma has phenomena. It's getting a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date: September 27, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 11:27 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle came in today. I haven't seen him in years. I know my grandma will be happy to see him.&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa gets off of work soon, then we're going to leave to Peoria. Thank God my uncle's driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 3:28 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the waiting room. They don't let us in the rooms between the hours of 3 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;We called the doctor this morning. She's off the ventilator. She's doing a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 7:12 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's freaking me out. I'm crying. I don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;She's acting really weird. She's seeing things and talking about fucked up shit.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse said she's just really tired. I hope that's what it is. &lt;br /&gt;She's hasn't slept all day. She's been waiting for us to get here.&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing her this way. I just want her back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;I want my grandma back.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-09-03T11:02:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T16:14:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T16:16:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I already wrote about how I had to go to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;Well, last week, I went to the doctor. I was so scared.&lt;br /&gt;I had a big problem. I took a test and it said I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;It was last Sunday, I started my period. I was bleeding a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I had these really bad cramps. I couldn't even stand up.&lt;br /&gt;I was so sick. I took so many pills to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;This is really gross, but I started having clots come out.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so bad. I've never been in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I realized I was having a miscarriage. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;They had to do some blood tests to make sure I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I was on my period they still checked.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back this week and get my blood taken again.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-09-03T10:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T16:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T16:01:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Josh Tuner - Another Try</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;They called it off. No more divorce! =]&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>allupinyrshit @ 2008-09-03T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T15:58:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T15:58:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jimmy Wayne - Do You Believe Me Now</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I don't know if what I'm about to say if good or bad news.&lt;br /&gt;I guess for some people, it's bad news. But I believe it's good.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a big decision. I want to talk to my dad again.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't been a part of my life in years. (Since I was seven.)&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of problems with him. He was very abusive to me. &lt;br /&gt;(Psychically, emotionally and mentally.)&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to give him another change. I believe he deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a letter in the mail, a few weeks ago. I guess it was mean.&lt;br /&gt;When I look back and think about it, I guess it was.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't trying to be mean. I just wanted to let him know how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't reply to me letter. I guess he was really upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;He ended up calling my mom. He cried on my phone, thinking I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;To me, that shows me, he's changed. He's different now. I know.&lt;br /&gt;So, I sent him another letter in the mail. I apologized.&lt;br /&gt;He texted me the day he got my letter. He told me it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;He let me know, that this is his fault. This isn't the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;And that's right. I shouldn't have to be so far away from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be part of my life now. And he wants the same.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is all good news. He wants to be my dad. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for anything better.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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