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  <updated>2006-12-23T06:17:49Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alisonsashes:1229</id>
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    <title>Public Service Announcement</title>
    <published>2006-12-23T06:17:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-23T06:17:49Z</updated>
    <category term="christmas"/>
    <category term="monica"/>
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    <lj:music>Ani diFranco, "Hello, Birmingham"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fuck Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing and it's a stupid holiday.  All it does is stress people out, not whatever bullshit that is about peace on earth and goodwill to all men.  I think it really just makes people pissier cause they're like, "OMG it's Christmas, I hafta *act* like I give a flying damn about people and that just sucks balls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica says I'm being Scrooge and I'm saying Christmas totally sucks when really it just sucks to us because of all this shit.  We almost spent last Christmas in a goddamn mental institution.  Luckily I came around and convinced em we (well really just Sara cause they didn't know she's a we) weren't really crazy.  And I'm not fraggin crazy.  I'm pissed.  And I guess depressed.  I really need to go beat the crap outta someone, wonder if I'd have to pay for a month at the Hoover dojo if I just came for over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're all getting depressed.  Even Monica.  We been spending time with Laurel's family and they're totally awesome.  They actually like Sara/us and it's like a whole paradigm shift cause our family hates us.  And it's nice and everything but then we come home and it's super depressing after.  And some of the little kids are whining and crying cause they want a mommy and daddy that love them and what the hell am I supposed to do about that?  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just venting, bleh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alisonsashes:1022</id>
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    <title>For Anyone Who Cares</title>
    <published>2006-11-24T21:41:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-24T21:41:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate her stupid family.  They're not my family.  They're assholes, all of them.  A year and a half ago they sent us to live with the father who turned around and whored us out to men for money or sometimes just for the hell of it.  That's the kind of family she has.  You have to be exactly like they want you to be or they get rid of you.  We needed somebody to care and they just kicked us out.  Screw them all, I hate them.  They aren't my goddamn family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alisonsashes:760</id>
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    <title>Picard is Awesome</title>
    <published>2006-11-16T18:02:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-16T18:02:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay so somehow in Chinese class we got to talking about Star Trek and this guy Jared said Picard was a douchebag.  What a loser!  Picard rocks!  A bunch of us threatened to beat him up after class but of course we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alisonsashes:344</id>
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    <title>Okay I'm gonna scream</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T07:08:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T07:08:31Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>my loud typing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was trying to write my first post ever and then my stupid computer decides to go all psycho batty on me.  Like the screen just goes gray and none of the buttons work.  Except the off button.  And then when I turned it back on it did this weird stuff while it was rebooting and it took forever and a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I used the spare time to irritate the roommate.  She's being stupid and spolied-bratty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is seriously like this little spoiled rich girl whose mommy and daddy have always given her everything she's always wanted and she's never had to live with anyone or you know like adapt to anyone else.  Like mommy and daddy are sending this little spoiled brat and her best friend to England for spring break.  If we wanted to go anywhere for spring break we would totally have to pay our own way cause I know our mother ain't gonna send us to frickin England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since we moved in with her she's been an annoying little brat.  She is a "very light sleeper" or some crap.  I don't buy that BS cause like she'll go to sleep with the tv on but if we like sneeze or anything she complains.  The best was when she told us to type quieter at 10 am cause she wanted to sleep for a couple more hours.  If you ask me it's her own frickin problem because she hardly ever comes in and goes to bed till like 2 in the morning.  Oh and then there was the time she got all whiny at Sara cause someone else called at 8 in the morning, like we have any control over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for like the first time ever tonight she decides to go to bed at 11:30.  Which is fine by me.  I'm sitting here at the computer goofing around.  She turns off the main overhead light and the one over her bed and that's fine.  But then she's like, "Do you need that light on for anything?" about the light over my bed.  I wanted to be like, "No, I don't need to see the frickin keyboard or anything, and it's not like I was gonna work on my Chinese homework after this or anything."  But Sara of course is like no and she even gets up to turn it off for the bratty roommate even though it hurts real bad to stand up right now cause of the stupid back.  I hate it wehn she does that, she's just a stupid doormat for everyone to stomp all over.  And she won't let me say what I think cause man I'd go crazy on that spoiled little rich girl.  I wouldn't hurt her like Corey might but geesh I'd let her know exactly what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sara and Monica and them won't let me so instead I'm being sneaky about it.  Like I kept going in and out of the room and opening and closing the closet foor and I made sure to "accidentally" kick the bed and make it make noise.  And now I'm typing especially loud just for the spoiled rotten little brat.  Serves her right.  Like we did all this stuff to adapt to her schedule cause her and her best friend and her boyfriend coming in at 3 am every night woke us up so we just quit going to bed before she got back and started taking naps in the day time.  Now she decides to go all psycho with the schedule and I've about had it with her spoiledness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just want to smack somebody around a little bit and say, "Hey this is the REAL WORLD, &lt;i&gt;sweetheart&lt;/i&gt;, better get used to it.  Nobody frickin CARES if you're a light sleeper or whatever the crap is your problem.  Frickin GROW UP!"  I wouldn't actually hurt her but I would really frickin LOVE to say that stuff to her cause god knows it's true.  Most of the world isn't gonna give a crap about her and they're not gonna bend over backwards to give her every little thing she wants or thinks she needs.  And it's high time Sara should stop doing it.  Cause this is bloody frickin ridiculous.  And it's ridiculous that Sara lets the roommate walk all over her and treat her like that.  It's stupid.  And it ticks me off a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm done for now.  Tonight's rant is brought to you by the letter A and the number 7.</content>
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