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  <title>Boy Free Zone</title>
  <subtitle>The Girl and The Zone Free of The Male Gender</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-12-12T01:23:13Z</updated>
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    <title>Wild Nights</title>
    <published>2007-12-12T01:23:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-12T01:23:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Incredibly sick atm.&amp;nbsp;Party nights are fun but when&amp;nbsp;you see your ex, who you thought you were completely over (but learnt you weren't) making out with another girl.&amp;nbsp;George told me I was insane for liking him, but he could agree&amp;nbsp;with the fact that simon was very hot. But he didn't stop me from downing the drinks. which makes me hate him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not really but he should have stopped me from drinking. I am small ok? it means i can't take that much. I am also a dancer, so&amp;nbsp;not that much excess fat. and i hadn't eaten at all that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so drinks didn't work that well. And I ended up smashed and am now paying for it&amp;nbsp;with my head down the&amp;nbsp;loo.&lt;br /&gt;So, at least I know simon is over me. that's good... i mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>My '07 Story</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T10:41:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-10T10:41:20Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Lullabye For a Stormy night by Vienna Teng</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I suppose people [you] are wondering why i am starting this "zone" as i am calling it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you the story of 2007 for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Things started out perfect. You know, the whole New Years Kiss that sparks it all? I thought my year was going to be great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my new years eve kiss turned out to be this guy Harrison who I had met and kissed previously and a [slightly tipsy] me was convinced into a date and the who 12 am kiss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pshyched.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But well, after a month of being cheated on [once more then once at the SAME party] and walking in on him with his pants around his ankles and a girl kneeling before him in the bathroom I ended it before he buckled up his belt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so that was a bust, but i was still positive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Even after this horrid mis-hap, I thought, you know, I'll be fine. It will be o.k. I'll just deal - it wasn't like i had much to get over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And soon afterwards - i had a new one. Cam, he was sweet and kind. However after nothing past 1st base for 7 months, his parent's divorce, his year 12, me being "too demanding" [in his book, fyi - asking to spend more then a hour with him a week is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; demanding.] and his own issues, I ended it. But not after an extra month of both of us scooting around each other with neither one have the heart to actually end it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I was happy when it ended. But sad too - because I felt like I had lost such a good friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at my step-bro's party, i ended up hooking up with his best friend and super-cute Tom&amp;nbsp;[did i mention taken?]. I know, just to let you know, I am not that type of girl. I do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; normally do that type of thing. But Tom and I always got on, and I was sad and he was comforting me and just being a generally good guy and it just happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up feeling as shit as i did and neither of us wanted a secret to keep so we decided to tell his girlfriend. well, he did. I wasn't there - i didn't want to risk bodily harm. but she couldn't stand that he'd hooked up with &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; of all people and ended it with him. (Tom's gf - Peyton - and I have a long complicated history.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Then I come to my finally guy of the year. The only one who actually broke my heart. The only boy to &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;His name was simon and I loved him with all my heart. More then all my heart. I loved him a heck of a lot and I had/have for a very long time. We dated in secret. a little advise. NEVER DATE ANYONE IN SECRET. it can only end bad or badder or baddest. I landed a baddest. After one month of utter happiness he ended it without so much as a blink. OVER the PHONE. that's the biggest no-no any guy can do if you ask me. and that's what he did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and so now I have my summer of solitude, followed my year 12 of boy-free-ness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am an emotional wreck, hence why my summer is solitude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I also - here are the other guys in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dan&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;- a.k.a the step-dad. Unofficially. Live with him on wkends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michael&lt;/u&gt; - a.k.a the step-bro. Again, Unofficially. He's one of those WWW guys who lives through his computer and doesn't know how to converse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dad&lt;/u&gt; - a.k.a The &lt;a href="mailto:F$@%"&gt;F$@%&lt;/a&gt;* Dick-Head who hasn't spoken to me for... hm... 10 years? and he lives less then 5 minutes away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;George&lt;/u&gt; - a.k.a The Best Guy-Fried who happens to be gay. My fashion advice and pure hottness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I shall fill you in as I go.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo</content>
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