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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 00:07:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>By Popular Demand: SAM&apos;S BIG BOLD FUCK YOU LIST</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam&apos;s Big, Bold &lt;u&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/u&gt; List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;1. Yoshi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;2. Specific unnamed freshmen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;When you have people who you &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; are your friends, but turn out to be back-stabbing fuckfaces.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;4. Hairstylists that don&apos;t listen to you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;5. My crazy-ass fucking aunt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;6. Cheerleaders that suck (&lt;em&gt;not the good ones&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;7. Quad-day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;8. Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;9. People who mention things to you about problems with other people&apos;s lives, or go &quot;did you hear what happened?&quot; and when you ask about it they go, &quot;oh, no, sorry. I can&apos;t tell you about that.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;10. People who know they&apos;re the only person you know at a social event, but either:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;a) go off with their other friends and leave you completely alone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;OR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;b) are with you the whole time, but so is their boyfriend, and they completely ignore you&amp;nbsp;because they&apos;re too busy making out and heavily petting each other&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;11. Guys you don&apos;t know online who see your facebook/myspace profile and continuously send you sexual messages and beg you to add them as a friend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;12. Saratoga&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;13. Things that smell bad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;14. Stalkers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;15. Myspace whores who upload a picture, and every hour for the next month and a half post bulletins saying &quot;NEW PIC! Plzzzz comment!&quot; or &quot;PC4PC&quot;. After the first couple DAYS it&apos;s fine. But, after a MONTH, it&apos;s &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; new.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;16. Parents that bicker 24/7&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;17. Pants you bought at the beginning of summer that you liked a lot, but by the time school starts, they&apos;re too big/small&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;18. People who think I look like Mrs. Pierce&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;19. History&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;20. Ex-boyfriends you walk by in the hall, and when you attempt to say &quot;hi&quot; or give them a smile, they sternly avoid eye-contact even when they KNOW you&apos;re there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;21. Obnoxious songs that get stuck in your head&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;22. Homework: (waste of time)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;23. PMSing, periods, the works...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;24. Victoria&apos;s Secret because, although I love their stuff, none of it is in my size.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;25. Bottle blondes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;26. Shitty nail-polish jobs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;27. Pushy drama parents&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;28. Having PE on a really hot day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;29. Exhaustion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;30. Fundamentalist Christians&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;31. People who invite you places and then leave without you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;32. People who mention going somewhere fun by accident, invite you to go, and then tell them it&apos;s not working out and &quot;cancel&quot; and then go anyway.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;33. People who tell other peole stuff you asked them not to tell&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;34. Obligations you dont want to have to be obligated to do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;35. Band kids that think choir shouldn&apos;t wear the music department jacket because &quot;it&apos;s really a &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt; jacket&quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;36. Goggles in any science class&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;More to come soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 23:46:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>im gonna rant for a little bit. could definitely use some support/advice.</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;You know what i flippin HATE? When you tell a person about who you like, and then you &lt;em&gt;SPECIFICALLY&lt;/em&gt; tell them not to tell that person, and then they go and tell them and then it gets all awkward between you and&amp;nbsp;said liked person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here&apos;s how the conversation goes (all through texting):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sam tells raymond who she likes because rayond and sam are like this *crosses fingers* and i tell him stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Raymond: &quot;****** likes every girl. He&apos;s desperate.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;That&apos;s too bad. I really like him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond: &quot;Okay, I&apos;ll tell him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;No. Don&apos;t tell him. It&apos;ll only backfire.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond: &quot;Nah, trust me. He probably likes you. It wont backfire.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond then tells ******: &quot;I have this friend that really likes you. It&apos;s Sam.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;****** to Raymond: &quot;Okay. I&apos;ll call her after I get off work.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for that call rather eagerly, having been convinced by both Raymond and some other friends that it was more likely than not that he likes me back. I&amp;nbsp;never received that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day:&lt;br /&gt;Sam gets an IM from ******:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******: Sorry I didnt call you last night.&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha its okay. so raymond did tell you?&lt;br /&gt;******: yeah&lt;br /&gt;******: you know we&apos;ve only been like really talking to each other for a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I&apos;m well aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;******: just putting your feelings out there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Me: you know&lt;br /&gt;Me: i told raymond not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;******: lol&lt;br /&gt;******: figures&lt;br /&gt;Me: and he kept going &quot;no trust me. ill tell him&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: and i was like &quot;i know this is gonna backfire...&quot; and he kept going &quot;trust me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;******: =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was literally the entire extent of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;! Now the class I have with ****** is gonna suck even more than it already does. This seriously sucks. If I had a rewind button to use on my life, I would definitely use it. Now he probably thinks I&apos;m one of those annoying girls that likes him, you know? The one they think is absolutely obnoxious, but they have to deal with them, and still be nice to them, even though they really wish they could avoid them all together.&lt;br /&gt;And my lovelife this summer was so perfect, how could it have gone wrong?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 22:36:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Schedule 2007</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;1. English 10--Peck&lt;br /&gt;2. P.E.--MacKenzie&lt;br /&gt;3. French 3--Bergcamp&lt;br /&gt;4. Algebra 2--Scola&lt;br /&gt;5. Concert Choir--Yowell&lt;br /&gt;6. Chemistry--McIntyre&lt;br /&gt;7. Drama 3--whoever they hired&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>She&apos;s soo hiiiiiiiiigh!</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">She&apos;s soo hiiiiiiiiigh!</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:20:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Summer&apos;s over.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Summer&apos;s finally coming to an end. School starts again in just a matter of days. Unlike most, I&apos;m actually excited for school to start again. It always feels like a way to start out fresh and new again, with changes in appearance, study habits, and even possibly personality. Summer school, I realized, has actually been vey beneficial to me in realizing what was so wrong with my life last year. I can be so rediculous sometimes. And I know, just because of who I am, that I creat habits that become so drilled into my head that I can never get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, my study habits. They really did suck a lot last year. Thank God I had generous teachers who let me boost my grade in rediculous ways and make assignments up left and right. But, I know that&apos;s not going to continue. Summer school has really made me realize how much I need to shape up in doing homework and getting things done on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friends! Ohmigosh! Wow. Talk about drama last year. Going to &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; avoid being a drama queen next year. Like that&apos;s gonna happen, though. I keep a friggin stick in my ass all the time. Whatever. I&apos;ll take that personal challenge one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I threw out about 80% of the clothes in my closet and completely restocked with new ones. Hopefully I&apos;ll stop dressing myself like a hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And new haircut to start the year off! YAY! I can&apos;t even begin to believe that I cut an entire &lt;strong&gt;twelve inches&lt;/strong&gt; off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes I&apos;m (hopefully) taking this coming year (in no particular order, these are just what I signed up for):&lt;br /&gt;Algebra 2 Honors&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Drama 3&lt;br /&gt;Concert Choir&lt;br /&gt;English 10&lt;br /&gt;Team Sports P.E. (if they&apos;re still doing that team/racket sports thing...)&lt;br /&gt;French 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acutally schedule will be posted as soon as I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s all for today. I&apos;m gonna go hang with Erin, Max, and Kia now. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Les Miserables</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 21:06:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>woot</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Well, schools out (yay!). Hella psyched to go to the beach on a regular basis. I&apos;m gonna go get my white girl tan on. I definitely need it. My brother&apos;s started calling me Casper.&lt;br /&gt;Summer school starts on Monday at Mitty. So I get, what? A weekend of actual break?! And then six weeks of world history. It sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;Today i got my first voice lesson with Lillian Cromer. Mrs. A&apos;s gone for the summer, so Lillian&apos;s my sub.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got a meeting today with the songwriter for the Dixie Chicks, Rascal Flatts, and Bonnie Rait. HELLA SWEET! We&apos;re gonna show him some of my stuff that I&apos;ve been recording with Danny Hull, and he&apos;s gonna give me some of his songs that he&apos;s never had recorded before.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get some headshots and whatnot pretty soon. I&apos;m tired of using that old picture from the Saratoga News with me in front of the piano. It&apos;s getting really old.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta eat now. I haven&apos;t eaten today yet&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 18:53:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Gah! I wish school would end.</title>
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  <description>School. Sucks. Especially finals. I&apos;ve been working my little butt off just for a drama final! That&apos;s right. My drama final has taken more work than even my biology final. It&apos;s rather rediculous.&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t wait for this school year to end so the little shop cast list can come out, and I can go to the beach and get my white girl tan on.&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m actually quite excited for summer school to start. I usually hate history &apos;cause it seems like a waste of time when I&apos;ve got a million other things to worry about in school. Just being able to focus on it will probably make me enjoy it more.&lt;br /&gt;My dog peed on me today.&lt;br /&gt;The drama picnic was yesterday. It was actually a lot more fun than I expected. The awards were great and I very much enjoyed seeing people I would have voted for get the award.&lt;br /&gt;Well. I&apos;m gonna go now. I&apos;ve got about 6 hours of more work to put in before my dad&apos;s satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SAM</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 03:12:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow.</title>
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  <description>Just got a livejournal so I can keep up with little shop easier, and just to have one :). But this thing is hella confusing. it makes facebook and myspace look like a piece of cake...which they are.</description>
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