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  <updated>2006-06-15T22:23:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cpstaged:1157</id>
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    <title>cpstaged @ 2006-06-15T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T22:23:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T22:23:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>here comes the sun... beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am living in New York next year.  That is almost as surreal as what graduation felt like.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in my cap and gown and walked up and got my empty diploma case.. and saw the faces of people I've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;I felt SO insignificant.  &lt;br /&gt;Then my mom...bitched out Miller Hosey.&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to my mom.. to hate me... but still defend me..&lt;br /&gt;It makes me hate her less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was like... the year that defined me.  I feel like the people that dislike me.. are disliked by so many that the moments spent worrying about it seem so stupid.  I worried too much about people that meant nothing.. and what drives me absalutely insane.. is that I still care.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still care?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had been closer to a few people.. now we won't get that chance.&lt;br /&gt;For those I have hurt... I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have touched my life, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have taken me in when I needed a place to stay, you made me feel worth it.&lt;br /&gt;And to those that drive me so insane...that I hate.. but care so deeply about at the same time... You are what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that no matter how hard I try I will never please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much make up I put on... I will never look like cameron diaz.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many diets I try... I will never look like cameron diaz.&lt;br /&gt;and that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that however insecure I feel... there are people who suffer more then me.. there are people who can't let themselves out.. and all of my faults.... my idiosyncrasies.. I am who I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note... did any of you catch Conan O'Brien last night?&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor.. more importantly&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Pressel.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to elementary school with Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;Banyan Creek Elementary.&lt;br /&gt;3 years.. birthday parties, playdates, spice girl concerts, you name it.. we did it.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's professional...&lt;br /&gt;I am SO happy for her.. she won 2nd in the wpga.  we took golf lessons together.&lt;br /&gt;and I skimmed through the channels and she was on Conan.&lt;br /&gt;Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;She got me my first Tamogotchi.&lt;br /&gt;I got her a hoola skirt and bra.&lt;br /&gt;And now I saw her on late night tv.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.  SO I graduated.  I still feel like a high school student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked all of the speeches...  I thought that it was a great ceremony.. and I can;t really remember my walk up there...  It kind of goes from...  standing in my seat to hugging Kelly Dowd.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;2006.  Never a better year.. &lt;br /&gt;except 2010.</content>
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    <title>graduation</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T20:12:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So.  I'm graduating in about....2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;How did the time go by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;I remember what I wore the first day of high school.  &lt;br /&gt;I remember meeting Hanna and going to Dreyfoos.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first day at Council Rock.&lt;br /&gt;How can I be leaving?&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of scary.  Part of me is so excited... the other part is terrified...and the other part still doesn;t accept that I'm graduating.&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by too fast. &lt;br /&gt;This year was probably the best and worst in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;In my relationshoip with my mom... it was horrible.  But I made so many friends who helped me learn a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without Don.  I can't imagine my life without Sam....  I just.. don't know what to do.  How am I going to get through this summer... and leave in the fall?&lt;br /&gt;August 28..&lt;br /&gt;2 months...2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going to wake up tomorrow and be like.. ok.. time for 1st period..  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So.... goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out if I'm going to be all emotional... or not show anything...  personally.. I'm not looking foward ti this long,... LONG ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;ok..</content>
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    <title>cpstaged @ 2006-06-07T11:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T15:42:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T15:42:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">journal entry #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self.  NO DINER TIME AFTER MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.</content>
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