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    <description><![CDATA[I'm an opinionated person
Loveable.
Classy.
Friendly.
And pay alot of attention to detail
Mature for my age.
I can be overly simple
Or confusing to a point where no one knows whats going on but me
It takes a lot to make me feel awkward
Sarcastic is my way
Most of my emotions are easily seen through my facial expressions.

&quot;Were young, mistakes come with the package.&quot;]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[RANT #2]]></title>
	      <link>http://catcallous.buzznet.com/user/journal/1350531/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P align=center>yep, already over the whole "thanksgiving thing"<BR>it really never even started for me, today was just a blur.<BR>and i am SO SICK of internet whores.<BR>i love some of them, <BR>but the others who are so stuck up their own ass,<BR>they might as well be vomiting themselves!!<BR>with a list of 76reasons on why the may or maynot reply back to a message,<BR>or even add you for that matter.<BR>and what makes them so great??<BR>what?the fact that they have 99,563 friends?<BR>I BET YOU DON'T EVEN TALK/KNOW HALF OF THEM!<BR>you have no talents other than cutting your hair in a "cool"[very unoriginal] way<BR>and clicking a button on your camera.<BR>you can't sing<BR>you can't act<BR>and because you are "abused", you are also "depressed"<BR>i've been there, done that. and here i am.<BR>god i'm very close to deleting everything i have on the internet.<BR>But there are a select few that i cannot leave.<BR>love you guys.<BR>&amp;hearts;<BR><BR></P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>catcallous</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-11-22T16:06:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Its been a year[birthday]]]></title>
	      <link>http://catcallous.buzznet.com/user/journal/1328841/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P align=center>Its been a year since I turned 14,<BR>i could be a cliche and say that I am very unhappy with how this past year came and went, but i WON'T&nbsp; because i am not unhappy about it,i have changed in a way to better myself<BR>this time last year, i believed that i was in "love" [which i believe is one of the most over used words in the english language].&nbsp; first love, hardest break up, what can you do?&nbsp; this time last year, i thought that cutting would sooth the pain and denial, which later i came to find is truly laughter. this time last year, the world that i lived only had one color, black. This time last year, my mother couldn't find acceptance for me, no matter what was"wrong" with me.This time last year, my self-esteem/confidence was so low you couldn't find it even with a fucking microscope. This time last year i didn't know who i was, what i believed in and what was my cause i didn't even think i would live to be here one year later.&nbsp; But here i am, armed and ready for whatever the fuck comes my way.<BR>Bring It The Fuck On.<BR>&amp;hearts;Catherine M.&amp;hearts;</P>
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		  		  	<category>birthday</category>
		  		  	<category>change</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>catcallous</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-11-18T16:53:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[RANT #1]]></title>
	      <link>http://catcallous.buzznet.com/user/journal/1311201/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[Sitting in my mothers accord waiting to turn, i look to my left to notice a tractor trailer going about 65mph on this 45mph road. As she starts to pull out i think to myself "you should probably yell "OMG AN 18-WHEELER HAULIN ASS DOWN THE ROAD WATCH OUT!!"" or you can pull out and let this massive truck hit the side of your car, flip your car, smash you, mangle you, throw you out of the car.&nbsp; The second option may sound bad, but before i saw the truck i was contemplating weather or not this hell hole of a town that some hicks call Argyle, would notice someones dissapearence.&nbsp; Some people come up to me asking me where i've been for the past two years. and my response is always the same"stuck here in the abyss"&nbsp;their face gets puzzled and they go along the path as they had been.&nbsp; I swear sometimes these imbasils i call my "friends" are so moronic, i don't know what to do with myself.&nbsp; There are the select few that can have a decent conversation with being distracted by something.&nbsp; Most of the conversations that you hear down the hallway "i don't understand why ......" or something that has to do with "your mom" thats so original i must say.&nbsp; Or even my favorite "Who's gay...oh yeah i know, i saw them with so and so"...okay at this point i must say i am a hypocrite, i have caught myself in the act, but later on punish myself. ANYWAY. considering that these people have the brain capacity of a gerbil, they would probably not notice someone being gone. OR someone would come up with something like they moved to oregon, or was attacked by a rabid dolphin[yes dolphin]. Then sooner or later when for once they are not caught up in their own little dream world. They would discover the true result of the missing blue haired girl.]]></description>
		  		  	<category>rabid dolphin</category>
		  		  	<category>rant</category>
		  		  	<category>tractor trailer</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>catcallous</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-11-15T15:00:00Z</dc:date>
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