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  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 19:48:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Two years later...?</title>
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  <description>woooah holy blasts from the pasts.............. here i am bored out of my MIND two weekends into winter break (from college? egads im elderly.) and i thought to myself... what a better way to pass time --Then to google search the livejournal days of my youth?? iiick. reading this crap makes me slightly nauseated... i appologise for being this much of a fool as a child......... I am a Mature a Responible Adult nowadays.... blogging. You know.&lt;br /&gt;anywho,&lt;br /&gt;dearest cyber dorkwads,&lt;br /&gt;I bay thee g&apos;day... for i am off to do bigger and better things (Pace; Flit; etc. around the homefront)&lt;br /&gt;Chau Gente</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 03:30:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Arghhhhh</title>
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  <description>i am disliking my insomniacish tendendies..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sleep.. because my brain is liek COLLEGE COLLEGE COLLEGE... so.. here i am.. on livejournal.com when i should be in my bed awaiting yet another lovely day of high school. barf. get me ottttttttta there. maybe its cus... i haVEnt been there.. in oh, a year..but i RRRRRRRReally dont liek that place... i am anticipating college Veryy much... i mean,,yea high schools great.. except when... you have to take junior classes to catch up with eveyone else? that part kinda blows... but oh well.. it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway/////// im just thinking about my portfolio .. and scholarships... im goign to talk to one of the art teachers and ask if ...non art students can apply for taht bussiness... cus that woudl be grand... and i have to call june..... and get THhhhat ball rolling... and i need to buy PAINT brushesehsdfdfd and ahraswrfyhdhdxghvnvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv i want sleep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 17:15:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>** I MEAN WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESL 06-07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 17:14:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&apos;Alo</title>
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  <description>iii am an art slaveeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nojoke sister.&lt;br /&gt;ugh i should be doing my LINEAR PERSPECTIVE PIECE right now... but maybe ill go eat a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;rawrzzz but i swear i am like #1 class pet &apos;06. ahahhahha in the beginning i was like *NO FRIENDS* and i only talked to the teacher? bhwahahhahahahha oh yea ps im taking this INTENSEIVe drawing and painting class at parsons for 4 weeks... &lt;br /&gt;i pretty much love it.&lt;br /&gt;thennn i have to draw 3 different perspectives on something that is important to me then right three essays. &amp;lt;3. ................ *slice* i have like one  night to do it......... good call. *bleeds* &lt;br /&gt;ok then... im going to go draw lines BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 17:12:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>O-Ry in the house?</title>
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  <description>1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet&apos;s name and current street name) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy Chestnut? .... hardxcore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom&apos;s side, your favorite candy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Reeses Pieces ... .. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR &quot;FLY GIRL/GUY&quot; NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Ry    &amp;lt;3333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: ( favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Stony Brook. THIS GAME BLOWZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother&apos;s maiden name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom&apos;s maiden name spelled backwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nayr eraw hahah its like nair hair removal cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. STAR NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Franco or Ryan Tavern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SUPERHERO NAME: (&quot;The&quot;, your favorite color, favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Water. ahah ew. ahhhahaha IM ALGAE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS CRAZY FUN &amp;lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!HaPpI FadAaZzz DaiIii</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 06:03:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&apos;ll never get a jobEver. and ill babysit for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i think id get like 90000 times more then id ever make in 12 years.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 18:43:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OH MAH GA I &amp;lt;3 MY FACE.</title>
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  <description>soo basically i am in love with my newest addition to my face. aka this lovely sparkling nose ornament that shines in the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bai &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 06:42:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>y cuando te tengo... siento el fuego pr dentro?</title>
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  <description>so here i am sitting around at 2 26 am.. talking to danielle about Taron and Tauties McTataz and the good times to be had nyv2006&amp;lt;3 ?&lt;br /&gt;//and i felt it was an appropriate time to write an entry? &lt;br /&gt;ya know those timez that you are COUNTING down the days for something to happen... then finally that thing happens.. all too fast... then its weeks later.. and your like &apos;Man, I can&apos;t believed that happened.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;Those times are so whack. :[&lt;br /&gt; IM GETTING MY NOSTRAL PUNCTURED BY A NEEDLE TOMORROW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;man, us young folk do crazy things in order to be hip these days.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah so im all, hey mom ... care to sign this here paper and get it noterized?? and shes like AIGHT&amp;lt;33 and im like  ??????????? kthnx? y r u allowing me to rebel against parental influence?&lt;br /&gt;but my dads all, *GLARES* . but, Come on now, WHOOOOSSS nose is getting stabbed here? Mine.&lt;br /&gt;dansmacoeurbrise: goodluck with your nostrils&lt;br /&gt;dansmacoeurbrise: singular&lt;br /&gt;Thnx sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, tomorrow aka 4 hours i have a guidence appointment with MR SHERSHER yayyyyyyyyy. let me go talk about what i STILL dont know what i want to do with my life. HEARTZ. oh well, perhaps parsons will be my guiding light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, perhaps i should get some shut eye for a mINute or so... antes de i go and be at my school. Boo hiss. or Maybe ill just go watch tv. I CANT SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im OUTTIE. ew. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;PAYCE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333333333333333333333333333333333333me</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jun 2006 02:56:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, i thought i should inform those who are not quite with ittt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i am IN North american... Hurrah...!&lt;br /&gt;its been a week... it feels like FOREVER already.. like i never really left... its kinda a weird feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now its summaVayKay almost... theyre are all finishing up their finals and im just sitting around as usual... Pssch school? who does that aNyway.&lt;br /&gt;and in a couple of weeks im off to Parsons in the city for 4 weeks for an art program to put my portfolio togetherrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetsettttterrrrrrr omahgawddddddd...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then im Moving in august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i... am a Nomad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i think i lived in THIS house for liek 2 monthes... I HAVE LIVED IN THE SAME PLACES IN ARGENTINA MORe.. wttttthhhhhellllllllz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok paz friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 00:58:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>y siento, also en ti, algo entre los dos.</title>
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  <description>&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Days. 6.&lt;br /&gt;I am so *UNDESCIBABLE EMOTION* ... like i have never Felt this way in my LIFE. Like, i can&apos;t even comprehend that in DAYS i will be in my House, at School, wih my family and friends... is seems like something completely RARO. weeeeeird. weirdweird. i feel like a srangerr. or i will be one rather. its otally nuts. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i jus have a spasm and i&apos;m like.. WAH I AM GOING HOME. AHHH!! and start jumping about... but then sometimes i get really upset.. i had such a break down last night.. it was terrible.. it was he first time i cried about leaving argentina and leaving everyone... i jst couldnt stop.. i was on the phone with gaston at my friends house... and like.. every second id just start breaking down again. uuugh. I was not in a state to go out.&lt;br /&gt;But i did, cuz im a trooper like tha. PLus... last Friday Night .. last BOLICHE EVER.... i had like 4 seconds to get ready so i just put like black eye shadow on my eyes because i was being emo... then i went nuts dancing o techno all night. It was good :)&lt;br /&gt;I lived it up sort of&lt;br /&gt;    then I go emo again today :s&lt;br /&gt;But i randomly .. had a good time with my host mom?? Srange?? yes? nah.. i came home from annes.. and it was the usual Hola olivia how are you good ok cool bye? and like ignore... so i go to my room and like chill.. fold laundry/shower/try to find missing boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;hen i go in her room where Maru and Pepo were waching charlie and the choco. fac. and i like sat there... and host moms like YOU KNOW WHAT I COULD GO FOR ... CAFE CON LECHE andi was liek ME TOO.. so she makes me cafe.. and we sat and the kitchen table TALKING.&lt;br /&gt;TALKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, Woah. it was crazy. abou like eveyhihng like me leaving and my emo-ness... and hen about how Mati&apos;s villero* friend wants me to stay and asked her how he could make me? and shes like you have 1 ina 100000000 chances buddy? i laughed for 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*villero... people who listen to cumbia  music..and .. are re villero &apos;ehhh Locooooo que hace&apos; gatoooo&apos;.. ugh nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have the FINAL GOODBYEZ meeting with the exchange katz and Rotaryyy.... can we say Cry me a RIVER. uuuuugh... i will shed a few tears i imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... my last week of argentinean SCHOOLING...  aka sit on my ass lighting desks on fire?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh and i have to buy a another suitcase AND START PACKING !!!!!!!! EEK.&lt;br /&gt;i should really stop buying clothes... i swear, i went through my shit getting rid of old clothes that wont fit... and the nex day i just buy new things?&lt;br /&gt;uuughhh i have addddddddddicionsssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm tonight we are eating Milenesa y papas fritas&amp;lt;33  &lt;br /&gt;hearrrttt...&lt;br /&gt;k im outttieeeeee ahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;shoot meeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3peaceeeee&lt;br /&gt;-me</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2006 01:42:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>!!</title>
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  <description>WHOS COOL? ME......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You&apos;re&lt;br /&gt;Rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Lover&lt;br /&gt;Spicy. Named Gaston. Beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Hair:&lt;br /&gt;GROWING, EVER SO SLOWLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Mother:&lt;br /&gt;is counting the seconds until i get home. And told me that i will not leave her side for at least 6 monthes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Father:&lt;br /&gt;&apos;s bithday is this thurday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Favorite Sense:&lt;br /&gt;sight... seeings cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your Dream Last Night:&lt;br /&gt;WAS IN SPANISH. UGH SUBTITLES IN MY BRAIN PLEASE??? hahahhaah &amp;lt;3 so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Favorite Drink:&lt;br /&gt;i really Like water. Am i lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Dream Home:&lt;br /&gt;large and in charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Room You are In:&lt;br /&gt;host bro&apos;s room... hes sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your Pet:&lt;br /&gt;well, 1 and a half st bernards and 1 and a half other type. (they had a son 1/2 + 1/2 = 1. math X SKillz watch out.)..a dumb emo cat... two turtles , well 1 because the dog ate the other... and a bunny.. but it died. cus... i really dont know, i just lkek left one day .. andi came back and .. it wasnt there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who You Are Now:&lt;br /&gt;... Carlos Sanchez Rodriguez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who You Want to be in Ten Years:&lt;br /&gt; AHhahahahahah i just realized these questions are like WhhOOOo YooUU WAnna Be In 10 YuuRRzz GuRLL?? ajhahhaha grammer = for squares?&lt;br /&gt;oh, uh....i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What You Want to have in Ten Years:&lt;br /&gt;peace and love baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What You&apos;re Not:&lt;br /&gt;lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your Best Friend:&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Item on your Wish list&lt;br /&gt;new black cons??!?!!!! HEArTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your Gender:&lt;br /&gt;**ººgUrL**ºº&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The Last Thing You Did:&lt;br /&gt;found out what desesperada meant in my spanish to english dictoinary. Desperate. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What You Are Wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Army pants and a bown corduroy... classy?&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Favorite Weather:&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your Favorite Book:&lt;br /&gt;the davinci code.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The Last Thing You Ate:&lt;br /&gt;Tounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Life:&lt;br /&gt;Going swell i&apos;d say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your Mood:&lt;br /&gt;tired.. andblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 DAYS??????? SINGLE DIGITS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;lalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! i cant believe this SATURDAY i will be back in my HOUSE. AHH. AH AH. its like... scary??? but i am so excited i want to scream. ah.&lt;br /&gt;im sapazzinggnggse out i think... like. first packing. Agh? no gracias? uuuuugh i have to carry like 9 suitcases on my back across south americaaaaa.. *slassssssh* IM GOING TO RIDE IN ON OF THOSE GOLF CART THINGS YOUALWAYS SEE IN THE  AIRPORTS and your like MOM CAN WE PUHLEASE JUST GO IN THAT LIKE 2 MORE FEET *DIES* .... ya know??? &lt;br /&gt;and then.... when i get bacccccccccck.... im scared to go to school!!!!! EEK! ohgod olivias internal emotions Uncut aad uncensorrrrred... but like... oh godddohgod PEOPLE SCARE ME hhahahah im emo kbai.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IGUAL IM SO EXCITED TO SEE EVERYONE OMGGG HAVE YOU ALL CHANGED LIKE DRASTICALLY WILL I BE ABLE TO ReCOGNIZE YOU AGAIN??????????????... as for me.. apparently my boobs just got bigger..? at least that what everyone has TOLD ME?????????? Y&apos;ALL ARE SO WHACK. ???¿¿¿&lt;br /&gt;welllllll... as for regular everyday argentina life news...&lt;br /&gt;the cat got stuck in a tree.&lt;br /&gt;and i was going to get it down.&lt;br /&gt;but then i remember how much i hated it.&lt;br /&gt;so i left it there&lt;br /&gt;I abuse animals =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so... i liek stopped going to school? because i realized... that doing absolutely Nothing... is really unexciting? THUSLY... im going to PLAY HOOKY for the 900th time and take the train to the capital to chill with chill kidz..........&lt;br /&gt;K. &apos;SIDES THAT. im just .... in a downward spiral that i cant get out of .......... concerning cetain argentinean boys by the name of Gaston?....... why do the men of argentina LOVE ... MARRYING AT AGE 12........Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.  im fReeeee and a biiiiiiiiiiiird. Not. i basically am married and have 5 kids ? future = bright ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK. JK.JUST KIDDING. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESNT UNDERSTAND SARCASM. NO, I AM NOT MARRIED... AND I AM YET TO BARE CHILDREN. Clear? ok listo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway........... im not getting into further detail... on the internet kthnxbai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE Y&apos;ALL REAL SOON. NO JOKE.HOLY CRAAAAAAAAAP&amp;lt;333333333333&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL TO DEATHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;BESOTESSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;-me</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 May 2006 02:35:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>rAwRRRRRRR</title>
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  <description>sorry for the lamest of my life as of lately.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka lack of entries with spice?.... i guess i have had an overdoesage of SPICE::::::: GET IT. bad joke olivia. okkkk.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmmm i wish i had ganas to write about my life?? and i should probably stop writing in spanglish...... being as.... people who read this dont speak my language?? ^slits^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school today.... buecause, i didnt want to? I am going to miss that aspect of my exchange.... ahaha my host mom woke me up at 6.. and was like, Oli vas a colegio? (are you going to school) and i was like... *Thinks* No. and slept until 1.  :) Im such a lazy fuck&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok countdown: 18 days !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to get everything ready... which slightly depressing.... &lt;br /&gt;*slassssssssssssssh* /... YAY?&lt;br /&gt;what bipolar...ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh... less and less ganas to type... ok ,,, i better go ... cuz.. maybe i will decide to educate myself tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33 chaus&lt;br /&gt;Olivia</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2006 03:20:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>falta 28 dias</title>
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  <description>Back from the NOrrrrrrth Tripppppppppppppppppppppppppppp. What a super bien TImmeeee that was had !!! 100 porciento better than the south trip by farrrrrrr... minus the fact that BECCA didnt go. damn WHORE- we went to Puerto Iquazy to see the FALLSSS !!!! to Tilcara, jujuy... Tucuman, Salta, Mendoza, Talampaya..... LOTSss of rad places asi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frick........ the whole trip i was just think fuck if this trip is going buy fast ... then the last month i have left is going to fly byyyyyyy uuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhh... im So  happy to go home. like, hf8sd8f08sa0f08af i dont even know what its going to be like...I cant even picture it... just seeing EVeryone and everything,.. FINALLY! AH. scary!!!!!!!! nerverackingg. AWESOMEEEEEEE !!!!!! &amp;lt;3333 :) &lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it ttttt WAh i dunnoooo Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! what a fun plane ride thats going to be ...? alone.................Yay.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGG... so i was talking to my mommmy the other day and she was like, &apos;olivia....uh, guess what... We&apos;re moving&apos; and i was like............... WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUPEOPLE??? i swear we JUST moved like... LAST SUMMER. ... I HAVENT EVEN BEEN LIVING IN THIS HOUSE!!!!!! like, i dont really care... im learning to nt get to attached to things i guess... i also didnt have the time there to Get attached.. and anyway its just a house... i dont really care where i am at this point.. as long as i am with my family and friends ... so apparently we are going to try and move this july or august... The house is in head of the harbor ... but still close to the village AND 3village district.. I swear i would slay my parents of they were just like OH OLIVIA BTW WE MOVED AND BTW YOU ARENT GOING TO WARD MELVILLE? ..... id be like... *kills* yeah so cant wait to see where ill be living NEXT!  que sopresas Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. those are the major occurences in my vida...........&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU ARE RE SOON. OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe OLI&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Besosssssssss</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Apr 2006 19:57:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Eaaaasterrrr</title>
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  <description>MERRY/HAPPY (?) EASTER.. Or shall i say FELICES PASCUAS???&lt;br /&gt;what a fine day... my goodness.... FUck i hate when itz -600 degrees Celcius and heat is like... for fags?&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE NOW. ughh way to send all of my 1 sweaters back to the United States with my mom because i was like, &apos;eh, is going to be SO HOT in two monthes.&apos; Yeah omg its So hot. I totally thought i was going to like... tropical paridaise? yeah South American=Eskimo suits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGgg i cant even BELIEVE i am coming home in... let me count: 48 dayzzzzzz... (!!!!!!!) EEK? IM SO EXCITED/HAPPY/SAD/TORN INTO PIECES? KELLY YOU MAH GURL? ....uuughhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... viaje del norte = Tuesday 3PM Sharp! hurrahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! MAYBE ITLL WILL BE LIKE *HEAT WAVE* because we are 4 inches closer to the equator!!!!!!!!!!!! HEarrrt&amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had our Easter Family Asado Feast... aka Lets go slaughter a cow and eat it all? Fun? I come downsairs sill groggy and my host dad has like... a dead cow slung over his back and i was like ??????????????????????????????????? WHY DO YOU LOVE MEAT LIKE YOUR OWN CHILDREN IN THIS COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;This one time i was walking down he street in Harlem, argentina.. and there was a CRANE lifting skinned cow carcases ou of a truck??????????? and i was (with mare) like... WTF IS THAT A COW???????!&apos;!! and hes like.. not its a dog you boluda? what do you THINK... and i was like IVE NEVER SEEN A WHOLE COW- SKINNED- AND HOISTED ABOVE THE TOWN FOR ALL TO GAZE AT IN AWE??????? i totally wish i had my camera for that sight. ohhhhhh new cultural expiriences.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which,    Yum Large Intestine is my FAVORITE Easter Dish?  ....... ? &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going to go eat chocolateeeee to celebate the resurerrection of Jesùs BYEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE: oLi&amp;lt;3xx</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 18:01:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>cheeezoroz</title>
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  <description>So my birthday came and went... semi uneventful... but still fine.. i did have happy birthday sung to me 4 times in 2 languages to stall time in school.. that was pretty fun timez haha... aw yeah it wasnt that bad... i sort of had a break down but its all good... mareco gave me CONVERSES. HEART. they are green and FANTASTIC. i feel like a happy leprechannnn... but they were to small because they were a 34 because the lady apparently was in boluda mode and was like SHEs a 36? mas o menos o liek def 36.. and hes liek 36? and shes like... WELL THEN A 34 WILL FIT........ not? sp we exchanged them for ........ im so sorry i ramble about really unimportant things like exchanging sneakers?????? &lt;br /&gt; In other news i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been depressed lately,, because i got a fish hook caught in my black hoodie from urban..... uuuuughhhhhhh why is life so unfaiiiiirrr.. i dont even Fish. wtf. and i couldnt get it out... for like 9 monthes so i had to perform surgery and now theres a gaping hole in the sleeve.... porque dios? Porque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than thhhhhhhhhhhatt .............. jajaja im coming home in like 65 days apparently... says Alex...&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!! i remember when i was like 100 DAYS UNTIL I LEAVE... and now its less than 100 until i go back.. this trip has gone by.......... TOO fast. its UNbelievable my friends. woahwoah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im OUTIE... paz amigossssssss &lt;br /&gt;xxbesotes</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2006 17:42:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this is stupid.</title>
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  <description>uierg8div7dghgsg. everyone, matense please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 100% fucking pissed off. i can take thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisss shit........ and im so liek, madat myself and feel dumb because i pobably SHOULD have learned more fucking spanish by now. i mean its been, What 7 months? I SHOULD BE FLUENT BY NOW SHOULDNT I? UH HUH. Not. hf878sghsg like... i HATE school. well, people are idiots...this one duesche teacher i have is like rambling on about dios sabe que and shes asking WHAT is a Law people? and then shes liek YOU (me) DO YOU KNOW WHAT A LAW IS? and im like.. yeah. and shes lik EXPLAIN TO TEH CLASS NOW. ok so fyi.. i Dont talk in class Ever. like i NeverEver did even when i could like UNderstand every fucking word... its just not mah stylee.. aka paricipating..anyway.. so me pone re nerviosa and i was like eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhh a rule? duh? because like... ugh I DONT KNOW its HARD to like try to follow a whole class then have to think of a some what educated answer in another language in .25 seonds. uh huh. yeah ok. and this one teacher always is like LETS MAKE OLIVIA LOOK LIKE A TOTAL IDIOT YAY. .. the list goes on abuot this one slut teacher  but i dont feel like talking about it?&lt;br /&gt;Then i come home to my loving family.&lt;br /&gt;and im in the kitchen eating lunch alone &amp;lt;3 because i thought eveyone left (ps i didnt eat dinne last night because APPARENTLY 8 45 is SUPEr LATE to be ariving home........... i hate everyone. they eat at 11pm everyday no me jodas assholemother.) then my hostmom walks in and is like hello darling exchange student... did you speak with your mother the other day.. and i was like yeah.. and she was like oh did sh have any news? ad i was like no not really.. and then i was like... it was weird we really didnt have much to talk about (YOU KNOW WHEN THAT HAPPENS SOMETIMES WHEN YOU DONTSEE PEPOPLE IN )/)=/ 897987 YEARS) and she looks at me like i just killed her dog and shes like ???????????? NOT EVEN ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK OR WHAT YOU ARE LEARNINMÇG? and i was like.................... just Die?    and she was like what ARE your thoughts? and i was liek...???? CRACK IS NOT OKAY LADY! and she goes.. what ARE your thoughts... on exhcnage and what you hav learned .. is it what you expected? and i was like well..i didnt have much expectations.. (except that i did.. kinda think i would be fluent BUT THATS BECAUSE ROTARY IS A BIG LIE.-- but i didnt say that) and thnshs like WELL YOU REALLY HAVENT LEARNED THAT MUCH. I MEAN YOU LACK A LOT OF SPANISH SKILLS. BECAUSE YOU REALLY DONT EVER PACTISCE. OR TALK. OR ATTEMPTED TO LEARN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE YOU HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. so fom having a shitty day inschool and now my host mom telling me JUST HOW MUCh i SUUUUUUUUUCK at Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me just want to killmyself :) &lt;br /&gt;i HAHTEHTHETHAHTAHTHAH VERYONE.nbuisd78sgf78g79g9ergh989udfgth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, YES. i KNOW that i amnot like 100%LatinaMama.. BUT JESUS... i HAVEEEEE IMPOVED YAKNOW. JESUS FUCKING CHIST. uihsf79hgrgggggg i can read, and watch tv , understand geneally evrything.. but its when i go to talk its like Spazfest. SOOORRRYYRYYRYYR.. and like, jesf9egj i know i dont PRACTICE talking...but wtf who am i going to talk to? myself? its not like my hostfamily is like Olivia darling?what did you do at your friends house? or.. what is life like back in the US?   they NEVer ask me about my life... i mean  randomly they ae like HEY YOU ...&lt;br /&gt;When did Frank Sinatra die?&lt;br /&gt;and im like............................. shut the FUck up.&lt;br /&gt;fcgvy8egf78et87&lt;br /&gt;and all the kids at school think im a total idiot because i dont talk... and like i suppose i could.. but i just get all spazzy and like self concious? sorry? i dunno im an idiot liek that.&lt;br /&gt;and now im afraid when i go back if i take a spanish class the teacher willbe liek OMG YOU WERE IN ARGENTINA FOR A YEAR (cough 9 monthes?) YOU MUSTKNOW EVERYTHIGNTHEE IS TO KNOW ABUOT THE LANGUAGE------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ill my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okchau</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Mar 2006 17:08:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>!!</title>
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  <description>BONNIE: if you are out thereeeeeeee i RECOMEND LOOKING at DANIELLE&apos;S myspace NOW. i drew an amusing picture that you would enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Olivia</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 18:07:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Trabaj, trabajo...</title>
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  <description>So i turned over a new leaf this semester... I&apos;ve decided to actually Do work in school.&lt;br /&gt;If you didnt already know, i sat. in school. and did Nothing. like, if the teacher handed me a test or something, I would laugh in their face. It was GREAT. Like, every one&apos;s dream is to just go to school and hang out with friends right????  EVERYone wins!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, this year... being as I can understand a Whole lot more... like, whats goin on in this class and such, ... i thought that it&apos;d be smart to at least attempt to be a real student... this way my spanish can improve in my few monthes i have left in this fine country,,, SO NOwwwwwww... i copy notes... do work in class... hw.. sometimes.. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;but actually, I am really proud of my work. ... Like, today in bio (YAY BIO AGAIN)  the teacher was like... write down all the functions of the different system things. like digestive and all that.. and im like *HI I KNOW EVERRRRRRRRYYYYYYYTHING BITCHES* i was proud&amp;lt;3 and speaking spanish&amp;lt;3  ... Go DK.&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im having this freako allergic reactoin............ to life... likei have HIVESssssssssss ... or soemthing.. my skin itches liek crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyand i have this like red fucking posion-ivy-like type thing... but its not posion ivy... arghargahrgar itch itch pain paaaaaaaaaaain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming home. like tomorrow... this is nuts. people, i want ot come home and everything.... argharghargahragrharg HARDEST THING EVER... RIGHT NOW. *sigh*cani bring argentina with me?   or just mareco... no wonder they say not to date on exchange... mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkk bai baiiiiiiiiiii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know that song by red hot chili peppers: Cabron... it means Fucker in spanish&amp;lt;3! (its mexican...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE; Me</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 20:40:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 19:46:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>che guachitos!!</title>
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  <description>bueno, i wrote an epic novel about family adventures in south america... but then the computer was like I HATE YOU *Freeeezzzeee* la concha de mi madre... so i really don&apos;t feel like typing it up again... So uhm, just a brief note: 1)yay my family came*heart* 2) URUGUAY SUCKS. 3) Without me, they would have died somewhere in Montevideo.. or starved.&lt;br /&gt;So that&apos;s That.&lt;br /&gt;HEY so... I&apos;m offically a senior????? I&apos;m like 12 whatthefuck hahaha  Yeah im in TERCERO a mi colegio!! word sauucee... yay first day of schoollll... not?  Today we had this Big Bolso Discussion... Aka: What our senior jackets are going to look like??? I swear... its probably the greatest thing that has ever happened in these kids lives... but its acctually like the coolest thing ever.. and im going to HAVE one! YAYZORXZZzzz!!!!! Fue un kilomboooooooo.. jajaaaa por dios no but god people were like screaming and throwing chairs because they wanted it t be a hoodie. hhahahhrhrrrr.. so we are STILL deciding what the colors should be and --wait why do you care??? hahahahahahahahah Sorry?????????????&lt;br /&gt;BUT SOME ONE GIVE ME COLOR IDEAS... i thought Red and Brown. WOULDNT THAT BE RADDDDDDD???? lie, all brown with red on the bottom and the collar and sleeves and letters????? Yes. ... someone wants them to be all yellow. and im like die in a car fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnnyway because i know you are care about what fabric my argentinean Senior class Jacket is going to be made out of ... (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else new on teh homefront really... going to ThE NoRtH of ArGeNtina in ABRIL... yay exchange....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... friickkkk dudes.. I&apos;m going home like tomorrow... its loco che. no puedo creerlooooooooooooooooo boludo. but i am going to behome in time to like.. go to school?? YAY. i might follow jens Sched. and be like HI MISSED ME???.. i really excited to go back!!!! aw... but yet, sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough me parece que me voy a matar cuando le dejo mare... cough.&lt;br /&gt;hah that like, wasn&apos;t even good spanish. who do i think i am? mister big stuff? ooooooOOoEee.. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;yup  sooo ehm, alls good. argh, my math teacher is already being a whore. hes like... AL AMERICA EXCHANGE STUDENTS ARE LAZY BUMS AND DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MATH. MEANWHILE THOSE RUSSIANS... &lt;br /&gt;???????? Que me importa la concha de tu madre Gallo! hahahaha what a fuckkkkface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now that i am boring everyone with my pathetic life ........... about sweatshirts and math teachers named Rooster...&lt;br /&gt;i think I&apos;ll bounce.. &lt;br /&gt;chauchis besos para todos... nos vemos muy pronto eh??? jaja &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;(sorry i speak spanish,,, and dont give translations?)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 16:59:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>thoughts</title>
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  <description>My famliy (and jen.. aka family) are COMING TO VISIT IN UH 17 DAYS MAS O MENOS!&lt;br /&gt; argh though, like... is it going to be just as difficult to say goodbye as it was in airport on August 20, 2005?&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s what scares me. I mean, I was hysterical. It was the hardest thing I ever did in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butmaybe... since like.. i KNow i can do this.. because I hAve been for the past 5 monthes. -- i&apos;ll know i have only 3ish monthes left and... that it will all be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT: hah! my PARENTS want to buy an APARTMENT IN BUENOS AIRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;too much time with that hookah is what I say. &amp;lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 &lt;br /&gt;IS THAT NOT THE GREATEST THING EVER???&lt;br /&gt;      ,, xdcu9sdf i can&apos;t even express my joy in words. &lt;br /&gt;Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;it was my MOM&apos;s idea.&lt;br /&gt;Wwwwwwwwwhhhhhatttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;and my DAD was all... CRACK?&lt;br /&gt; but he just called me and was like.. well, we were looking into real estate in argentina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRA! BUENISIMO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going on vacation tomorrow......... y nada mas really.&lt;br /&gt;paz out&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 17:14:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>omgggg</title>
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  <description>heyhey from paduA. City of Hell. and Nothing To Do Ever. UUUuugghhh. Lame. Becca IS here (!!!) so THAt&apos;s what&apos;s up in This hood. She&apos;s discovering how much my life Suuuuuuuuux. from A) evil host mother control B) LAME-NESS. of life and town.C) icky food and starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHNXBAI!&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 21:30:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hey cats.&lt;br /&gt;well, here&apos;s the scoop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most definately making my return journey on June 2nd 2006. I will ARRIVE the 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;i expect EVERYONE in the jfk airport or I&apos;ll kick your asses. ahahaha. just playin&apos;. Not.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah that&apos;s that! my mom like calls me and is all liek.. hey bitch, bought your ticket and im all.. uh thnx 4 cheKkiN wit mE 1st n0+? its sooooooooooon. i wager.   UGH IM TORN IN TWO. i WANT to come homE. but at the dame timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... I WANT TO BE HERE longer as well. its only likr 9 monthes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.. i have a feeling i already like posted all this info maaay tion.. did i? ohsorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhey i am sssttttttttoooooookkkkkeeeeeedd for the trip up North with the Rotary freakkin Crew! you dont even KNOW. its going to rock liek 100% more than the south. cuz we wont have those few days of like lame awkwardness ... and i will know who DOES know english and who DOESNT. (((((((((((((((((GOOOOOOO BECCAAA AND MEEEE AND hot bods. ahahahahhahahahahahahhahahha i could laugh for years.))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;and... the fam (and jen!!) are cccommmingg in likrkrkrkrkkrkrkrkr REALLY SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and............. im going to LA COSTA.... go beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tahts all really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Zoo.  (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAhshahaHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhhahhhhahaHahahhahahhahah ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time i actually stayed for more than 7 minutes and got my money&apos;s worth.&lt;br /&gt;And i didn&apos;t pretend to have down syndrome&lt;br /&gt;or that Danielle was my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to get in free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH frrrrrriiiickkk.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2006 17:26:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh lifeeeeeeee</title>
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  <description>Okay Becca... that comment made so much sense. Not..? hahhaha CRACK+YOU+..hippes of 9dJ+ JEWAN AND HIS HEIRLOOMS = Whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway.. so chatted with the host mama.. and all is well here! basically she was like.. oh PAsHawwwwwwww dont WORRy about it mujer! and i was like........ BE MY MOTHER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile.. my real mom is liek SPAZ ATTACK 101... like.. shes not liek RARWRAWRAW but shes like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU FUCK UP ONE MORE TIME you&apos;re coming home! and im liek EEK OH DIOS. so liek me = uber angelita. anddd so now shes cracking the whip (from.. another hemisphere?) and is liek YOU MUST DO SCHOOL WORK! and im like gurl please. (OMG FUNNY STORY FOR DANIELLE [and any other babiigurlz out there in cyberland.. eliz, bonnie!!]: one time my friend was like how do you spell chica in english and i was like &apos; G..U..R..L.&apos; hahahahahahhaahhaahhhhahhahahahahahhahahahahah what the FUCK. me=forever will be a SsUmma Babii GuRLxoxo) anyyyyywhoo.. where was i.. AH so my moms liek YOU HAVE TO DO YOUR ENGLISH PROJECT NOW. and im like..  let&apos;s learn spanish instead?   but for anyone not in the know.. I took the English regents when i took the SATs (gag) last year before all y&apos;all suckkaz and if i got higher than an 85 i don&apos;t have to take 11th English when i get back (SCORE) anddddd my genius self scored a 91 YAyyyyyyy me.. (JUST FOR THE RECORD IT WAS LIKE 56 HOURS OF ESSAY WRITING GAG ME WITH A SPOON) butttt... i still have to do this lame-o project (read 6 books.. keep a reading log and write 4 essays) and my  moms liek I WANT IT DONE BEFORE I COME IN FEBRUARY.. and im liek mom you are coming liek 5 days stfu. So that&apos;s cute. Not. ugh and my dilemma is that i already read 2 of them but like didnt write stuff because i was liek FucK DaT SHyYt. uuuuugh yay reading them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and............... today im going to Mar. Herm.&apos;s to chill in her pool. &lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s what up.&lt;br /&gt;kk paz out homeslices&amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Sseeee ya wouldnnt wanna Be yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. ... hff im neat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33333333333olivia</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 17:09:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies (again?) last night... and afterwards i felt compelled to call my mom and tell her that i love her. I don&apos;t know why really. when i called she was all spazzy (as usual) and like.. oh ps i was on my cell phone .. keep in mind that i planned for this to just be a quick call. so then she tells me that i should call from the house phone so the line doenst cut (because i didn&apos;t have that much credit) and i was like.. oh god. am i in trouble?? and shes like.. No. and for some reason i was just liek oh shit. she knows, doesn&apos;t she? craaap. &lt;br /&gt;so i get home and *ask* if i can use the phone for long distance because my mom wanted to talk about something important. So i call.. and shes tells me that my host mom sent her an email. and shes like, i just want to read it to you. &lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;It was about Everything that i have done. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was So painful. to hear it comingfrom my mom. and if you dont know what everything is... ugh its way way to long to get into. basically just all teh stupid things i have done that kept piling ontip of each other causing my host parents to completely loose trust in me. &lt;br /&gt;my mom wasn&apos;t like MAD mad like screaming.. she was disappointed. and that was so much worse. like i just was breaking down on the phone. i just wanted to die. &lt;br /&gt;she told me that they might have me come home. Like now. But i don&apos;t know. We talked.. and i have to really talk to my host mom and tell ehr everything. like how just i am so sorry that i have been a terrible exchange student and appolgise for everyhting.. and i realized... taht i was really pointing fingers at her... but like yeah and at times she does things i dont like or that seem really unfair.. but like i have done stupid things and like wasn&apos;t thinking of anyone else but myself. liek even just that whole thing with the bus. I could have come home SO much earlier. but thats the least or Everything. and ugh god. i feel liek such a stupid fuck. fukc fuckfckkkkkk.  like i just want to go home so bad. like.. well i dont know. But i realized that im just fucking running away from teh problem instead of trying to fix it. or liek at least try. Like, by going to my friends house.. what is that doing..? just putting this all behind me  and not telling that i am really sorry. and going home.. its the same thing. its not going to solve anything... and i am not going to learn how to fix problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i have to talk to my host mom. and i am SO scared. like... its not that i am liek ADmitting to anything that i did. she knows. .. I&apos;m appologising.. and like.. thats just as scary. and telling her that i know im wrong. and thats hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was shorter than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;but that&apos;s that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3miss you all lots.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia</description>
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