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  <title>Squee.</title>
  <subtitle>SAY WHAT!?</subtitle>
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    <name>SAY WHAT!?</name>
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  <updated>2004-10-15T00:23:41Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:16859</id>
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    <title>Heads up!!</title>
    <published>2004-10-14T05:39:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-15T00:23:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Happy Tree Friends</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have a new journal that's Friends Only. &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name___special' lj:user='__special' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/__special/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/__special/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;__special&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;b&gt;I'm probably not going to add you back if I know you in person.&lt;/b&gt; It's a REALLY PERSONAL journal. I'm not making any exceptions, guys because that's not fair that I would have to censor my thoughts and feelings.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:16240</id>
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    <title>only_optimism @ 2004-10-10T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-11T03:14:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-14T05:41:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>In My White Tee</lj:music>
    <content type="html">UHHH THIS GOES OUT TO DELDRICK AND RODNEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there were two gangs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/manicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Lollipop Clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/point.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey aka Blow Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/gluegun.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eisha aka Lil Tootsie Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/boxershot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be little, but she don't play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/cartoongang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Cartoon Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/bigbob.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bob the Builder is the leader. Everyone knows the Lollipop Clique and the Cartoon Crew don't get along, soooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/killbob.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow Pop and Tootsie Pop got Bob aaaalllllll alone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/ransom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:15872</id>
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    <title>only_optimism @ 2004-10-05T14:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T19:50:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T19:51:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TELEPHONE &lt;33</lj:music>
    <content type="html">HI! MY COMPUTER IS ALIVE. So much has happened in the past few weeks, I can't even begin to write it all down. I'll do my best to sum it all up though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WRECKED MY CAR&lt;/b&gt;. I'm fine, but poor Sebastian isn't doing so well. I rear ended a neighbor from down the street at a stop sign. To be honest, I wasn't that upset about ruining the front end of my car. I flipped out because I thought my parents were going to kill me/take my car away. BUT THEY DIDN'T AND I LOVE THEM FOR IT. Right now I'm driving a bright red rental car. It has no electric windows or doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.&lt;/b&gt; His name is Rodney and he goes to Cy Falls, which is a school in Houston that is about 342498690 miles away from me. He's 6'4, he plays varsity bball (way to brag, Casey!), and HE'S FUCKING HILARIOUS THOUGH. My best friend, Eisha, is dating Rodney's best friend, Deldrick. Haha, expect double dates in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I KIDNAPPED A JUNIOR.&lt;/b&gt; Okay, so it was just a stupid Choir tradition. All the seniors in choir pick a junior to kidnap, wake them up as early as possible, and treat them to breakfast. Sarah W. and I choose Sarah C., who happens to live up the street from me. We woke her up at around 5:20AM and she went from being surprised to REALLY angry in minutes because we told her that she couldn't shower/do her hair/do her makeup. So we blindfolded her without telling her where we were going and drove to Burger King. It was the funniest thing to see twenty juniors, all blindfolded, shaking in the parking lot of Burger King. THEN WE BONDED BECAUSE THAT'S WHY WE DID IT AND IT WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOMECOMING '04.&lt;/b&gt; I went to Cy Falls's Homecoming dance and game (with Rodney of course). Lots of fun, but lots of drama. I'm not going to go into detail because, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch-ch-changes.&lt;/b&gt; I've made quite a few realizations in these past few weeks. I've been making new friends, and hanging out with different people. I was really tired of feeling sorry for myself. I'm letting people go one by one. It's hard, but it's good for me. (Nope, I don't really care if you're reading this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in a nutshell, right? K, not really. But you know I have pictures, right?! Next time I update, I'll have Homecoming and Senior pictures. &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANDOMNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SO SCENE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UH-OH, IT'S A DRIVER FRIENDLY SHOW!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidental picture. I liked it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/nathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI NATHAN, MR. BASS PLAYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/bandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI BANDY AND WANDY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/juan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI JUAN!! (Unnhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAMILY STAYED WITH US DURING THE HURRICANE AND BROUGHT DOGGIES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/sasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha was a BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Muffin is the cutest mop EVAAAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHOIR KIDNAP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/sarahsurprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is surprised :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/sarahangry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is angry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/burgerking.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrecked Burger King!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH JULIES IS TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/seniorgals.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretended to be happy for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/kellyandkatie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Kelly pretended too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/sarahandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA I GOT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:15849</id>
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    <title>I'M ALIVE!</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T20:13:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T20:13:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not dead, I swear. Right now I'm sitting in the public library getting my internet fix. A power surge went through my house a few weeks ago, fried our computer, and I've been without it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss reading everyone's journals. But I should have a brand new computer in a week. (I HATE DELL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a "future-boyfriend". His name is Rodney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY, but I've got two people on either side of me stealing glances at every move I make. So I'll cut this off.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:15461</id>
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    <title>Ew, Casey.</title>
    <published>2004-08-26T00:25:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-26T00:36:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Picture of Sucess- Rily Kiley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/sickkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; Well, I've been some kind of sick. I CANNOT miss school, so I've been spreading my sickness to all of my classmates. Strept throat, to be exact. I've had strept throat way too many times, and I know my stages. First, I get a tickle in the back of my throat. Next,I get cold symptoms (coughing, sneezing, etc.) Then my throat starts KILLING me. It's awful in class. I sniff, snort, and blow my nose constantly. My voice is almost completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNYWAY. Besides the whole sick thing, school has been reallyreallyreally good. I have blow off classes (except for Economics) and I get out of school at 12:52. I feel comfortable around in all of my classes, and that's always a good thing. However, there's this boy. I CANNOT write his name in case someone I know reads this and then tells him. He has a girlfriend. He's amazingly gorgeous. He's hilarious. It's just a crush though. Kind of like the boy from last year? BOBBBY? I SAID IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a Pokemon shirt to school and it didn't go over well with some people. I think some people were just a little too dense to understand that I don't really like Pokemon in that obsessive kid way. I like Pokemon because they're cute and hilarious. You know you played the stupid game in 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever mentioned Cliff here. CLIFFTON SCOTT was a boy I knew from 10th grade(I'm in 12th now). We liked each other, but never acted on it. So this summer, my friend Katherine who lives in Dallas comes back to town. We decide that it would be hilarious to go see Cliff. (They also had a little thing in 10th grade.) We go and see him, and lord was he cute. Katherine ended up spending the night at his house and.. Well, they had sex three times. She had no clue that I was beginning to like him again, so I can't blame her. Anyway, Cliff and I started "talking" again, and he wanted to date me. I said,"Okay, as long as you don't hurt me blahblahblah." I should've known. Cliff is the biggest player in the history of the universe. Of course he started dating another girl while we were "TALKING"! That ended pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodney just called me and asking me to Homecoming. He's the nicest, and funniest guy I know. I'm not sure how it'll work out though!! Ahh, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to the Driver Friendly show on Friday night? I need someone to go with :( I'm going to start keeping up with this journal more.</content>
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    <title>CASEY'S BIG ADVENTURE</title>
    <published>2004-08-13T23:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-14T00:41:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Minus the Bear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My summer is coming to an end. And I've been busy doing nothing. Umm, I went to the movies a few nights ago with Kim. I hadn't seen her all summer and she's leaving for Tulane in a few days. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL STARTS IN TWO DAYS. OH BOY. I had a BIG adventure today after I found the tri-pod for my camera! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started crazy dancing to The Blood Brothers this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was tired, so I sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/spaghettios.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMM I HAD SPAGHETTIOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/dishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate washing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! I have to clean my room. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on my laundry because I didn't wanna fold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/bigsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backyard is soooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A BALLET DANCER FORSERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEIGHBOR'S FRIEND HAS MY CAR!!!!! Except in an ugly color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO TREEZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/spinning.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spun around on the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/dizzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought I was gonna throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/climb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed the halfpipe (dude, not easy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? OH I KNOW......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO SCARED :(!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/disgust.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was way too hot. So I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/kroger.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KROGER'S IS SOOO COOOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED LIGHT. K GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People look at you funny when you carry a tri-pod to the park. I need an adventure buddy.</content>
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    <title>only_optimism @ 2004-08-10T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T20:44:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T20:44:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>September- EW&amp;F</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's now safe to say that Eisha and I worked everything out. I was changing for the worse. I was letting myself become a typical Woodlands Girl (minus the blond hair and size 00 body). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was four hours late for Senior Orientation today. So I had to wait in an hour line. AWESOME! And I took pictures on my way out which made me a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/boyshort.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wore to schooooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get excited when I use flash. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/flash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGZ porn star!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wear glasses when I don't have contacts in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/cache.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove by Cache's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/suprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HUGE AND I'M SUPRISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be the only one in the entire world who is SUPER DUPER EXCITED about school starting next week, but I don't care. I miss everything about school. Cafeteria food (which I happen to like), walking 348234 miles to get to class, and hanging out in the commons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sazanta06:&lt;/b&gt; but seriously for all the hotties there...it was totally worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sazanta06:&lt;/b&gt; it is such an upgrade from mccullough&lt;br /&gt;(That was Sarah's take on my school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH HAS BEEN GOING ON AND I'M NOT SURE HOW TO WRITE IT ALL DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eisha spent the night a few days ago. WE HAD FUUUUN SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;- I hung out with Jesse and his friends. One of them got dog poop in my car.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm sort of involved with someone. He's a player. It's not fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;- Eisha is trying to hook me up with her "boyfriend"'s friend, Rodney. He's sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;- Katherine has been here for the past week and we've been hanging out. FUN FUN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;- Francesca wants to spend the night on Friday because her parents are going out of town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH LIFE IS CRAZY!!!!!</content>
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    <title>only_optimism @ 2004-08-02T21:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T02:48:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T03:09:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate being left behind. I hate not understanding things. I hate being oblivous to the fact that your best friend isn't really your best friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to get upset because I'm hoping this will blow over. She says I've changed. This is so hard for me to deal with. I don't have any close friends anymore. The two true friends I've had for years are both drifting away. I don't have anyone to really talk to anymore who understands me like she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that we're too different. Is that even supposed to matter? Oh god. Oh god. It hurts too much. She says we're still "sisters", but I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied in my last entry. Life in general isn't "pretty good". Some things were just going right, I guess. My grandma is back in the hospital. I think, maybe, I need some help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I'll miss you, Sissy.)&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:14105</id>
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    <title>STARS IN MY EYES</title>
    <published>2004-07-29T04:37:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-29T05:03:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"My Goodies"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">California was amazing. I have a lot to say right now, so be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;California!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday morning I left for Los Angeles with my bestest buddy in the whole wide world, Eisha. Everything from getting totally soaked at the beach to being drowsy at Magic Mountain was perfect to buying our Louis Vuitton bags (I had NO intentions to get wet!) The last time I went to LA was a few years ago and I was going with family as a sightseeing sort of vacation. It was SO DIFFERENT being a seventeen year old in that city. I saw things much differently than I had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homeless people tugged at my heart everywhere we went. I'm just not the type of person who can see someone struggling and not want to help. And the performers on 3rd Street.. I still regret not buying the guitar player/singer's CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on going back for a few weeks my senior year. Whether it be in a cheap hotel on a beach, or the Beverly Hills Hotel, I have to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schwing!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwing is what Eisha and I say whenever we see and hothothot guy. I probably said "SCHWING!" over thirty times in LA. If that whore wasn't hanging off of the perfect ten boy at Magic Mountain, I would've, um. OH, AND THE WAITERS. BUT THE BEST SCHWING OF THE ENTIRE WEEK? GTROOPA BLU, or Blake (Goof Troop is a group of some of the hottest and richest guys in the Cy Falls area) was at Eisha's Orientation. Yup, I pretty much died when I saw him. OH, BUT I HELD HIS GAZE for about .00453234 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memory Lane!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisha and I went to visit our old daycare and our old houses on Monday. Even though we were both in bad moods, it was still great. We also went to the "old" CiCi's, which wasn't that yummy. A mysterious drink appeared on our table when we left to get more pizza. I think someone was trying to slip me the date rape drug. (OMG I WOULD SLIP IT TO BLAKE ANYTIME!!!!111)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life in general is pretty good. I've been trying to reconnect with some of my friends. I wasn't very social this summer, and I'm starting to realize that. I'm going to try harder, I promise. It's just easier to be alone sometimes, I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is not doing too well, but I'm obviously blocking that out. She's going to be okay, or.. I don't know. It's hard on all of us, but we're hold together. (Please let her be okay. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt; I SAW Dom Monaghan from LOTR (www.dommonaghan.com) at LAX! I couldn't breathe and all I could say was "OHMYGOD" over and over. I wasn't sure it was him until he got close. I REALLY should've at least said hello. Tsk, Casey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PPS............&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/hottyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's not me. It's my hottie boombalottie Sissy (SHE'S NOT MY REAL SISTER! I just call her that..) who I spent time with all last week! MMMMM lalalalalala!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:14060</id>
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    <title>Hooray for Hollywood!</title>
    <published>2004-07-21T21:17:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-21T21:21:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tuff Luff- The Unicorns</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/mememe.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun the other day with Paint. OMGZ I HAVE HUGE BOOBZ. (K, not really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/la.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be in LA for a few days with my SISSY Eisha celebrating her 17th birthday. Then I'm gonna stay at her house for a while. So basically, I won't be here. Bye &amp;lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:13308</id>
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    <title>Family matters.</title>
    <published>2004-07-16T02:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-16T02:45:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>That's So Raven</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I really hate unexpected visits from my family. I love them and all, but it's no fun watching a seven year old with an attitude, and a weird eight year old while their mother visits with my mom. I was having a REALLYGOODDAY until Chloe and Christopher ran up the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair relaxed today and it's terrible. I took pictures, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/leaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/winded.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/whoah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher is a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/stretch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe gettin wild on the whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, I'm such a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babysitting Chloes piece of paper with an eyeball on it that she named Plinky. Awesome.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:13016</id>
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    <title>Back off, bitch.</title>
    <published>2004-07-14T15:25:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-14T15:25:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kennedy- Kill Hannah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/mo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "hello" to my new boyfriend, Mo Rocca. If you don't know who he is, I suggest you watch I Love the 90s tonight on VH1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the eye doctor today and I HATE the eye doctor. I have really terrible vision and they always make such a huge deal about it. "Mrs. Berry, you do understand that your daughter is almost legally blind, correct?" PLEASE STFU. I'm getting new glasses though, which makes me VERY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving on I-45 today. (The most congested Interstate in the universe.) Wish me luck.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:12707</id>
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    <title>only_optimism @ 2004-07-11T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-12T04:44:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-12T04:44:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jesus Christ, I don't understand why people try so hard to be "elite". It's livejournal. It's not real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHERINEIMISSYOUCOMEBACK. We're gonna race my car and meet boys and go to Starbucks and walk around the mall when you come back! Yup, we're cool Woodlands kids. (Well, if you moved back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, I like it like that, she working that back, I don't know how to act,&lt;br /&gt;Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, Slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring. The end.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:12300</id>
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    <title>ATL RAPPERZZ</title>
    <published>2004-07-08T05:02:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-08T05:03:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>From Start To Finish- Straylight Run</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, Atlanta was a lot of fun. Lots of boring family stuff, but it was still enjoyable. I really missed my cousin, Jayme. He's the coolest 14 year old I know! Even though he acts all "hard". I also found out how rich my cousin Norris is. He's only 25, but the kid is a millionaire. All of his friends rolled up in Jaguars, Beemers, and even a Bentley. I don't understand it and I'm not going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1forced.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAY GUYZ WE'RE AT STONE MOUNTAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funnel cake was icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1squint.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, MAMA, AND JAYME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1drok.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy, okay!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life right now. As much as I complain, I still love it. OH YEAH! I have lots of boyfriends! Rhett from Bugjuice is my latest one. And then I've got the little thirteen year old kid who comes to my job and flirts with me. I guess Robert is my boyfriend too. Homosexual or not. &lt;b&gt;(I MISS YOU &amp;lt;3!)&lt;/b&gt; I need more boyfriends, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a had a list of requirements for a boyfriend in 9th grade. I wrote silly little things like:&lt;br /&gt;Looks good in visors.&lt;br /&gt;No red hair/blue eyes/freckles combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plays Varsity football.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can sing.&lt;br /&gt;Has nice shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:12247</id>
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    <title>I drove all niiiight.</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T00:09:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T00:45:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've never been so happy in my entire life. I finally got what I've been wanting for months and months and months. I LOVE MY DAD AND MY MOM. They're wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: omg i got my car!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sazanta06: OMG I SAW IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;sazanta06: ITS BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: ISN'T IT HOT!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: lol!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sazanta06: I WAS LIKE OMG CASEYS CAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/car4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/car6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/car5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be in ATLANTA until Monday! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:11996</id>
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    <title>So patiently..</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T18:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-24T00:49:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Red Wedding- The Bled</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have a reason for not updating. I'm waiting for something. Something very "zoom zoom". HOLYJESUSCHRIST I'm excited.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:11550</id>
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    <title>I'm a Barbie girl</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T05:02:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-17T05:03:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Carpenters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know you're way too old for Barbies when you start making them have sex. My "sissy" (Eisha) and I had a long and interesting conversation about our adventures with Barbies. When I lived in Houston before, she was my best friend and those were the years that Barbie was Queen. Our lives revolved around playdates and sleepovers where we'd shut the door to her room (or mine) and play for hours. The scenarios were endless. Skipper is pregnant with Ken's baby! Barbie has quintuplets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisha brought something up that I had forgotten about. When the Barbies "did it", I'd bring my bright red bandana out and tie the couple in it. I wonder what happened to that bandana.. Eisha did always have the better dollhouse. I was a very jealous child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a giraffe today. He's around five feet tall. Don't tell me I wasted my money because I adore giraffes. He needs a name. Suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1megir.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Casey and I've just spent the past twenty minutes in my room crying over a boy. What have I done? I guess this is the end of something that never quite began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: It's whatever.  Have fun.  Hope you get your car soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey (me): i'm not sure you understand the situation.&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey (me): i AM the one being a fuckup.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:11042</id>
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    <title>Eckerds is t3h shit.</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T01:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T01:39:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Beautiful"- Christina Aug8erh34ij</lj:music>
    <content type="html">No, I haven't been neglecting LJ. I've made a few Friend's Only entries. Anyway, I have quite a few pictures. Some are a few days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1upside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1uncom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1tease.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was boooored the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1beddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car rides are dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to anyone I spoke to last night. I was in a mood. Not a bad one.. Ugh, I feel like ranting more, but it's getting old. I have a lot to say, but I can't bring myself to say it to the &lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt; person. TALK TO ME. This is how I feel right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;asd8yasudhj1138yaodf9999!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; Get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany and I miss Juan. We laughed today because we thought of all the times he cracked us up. We're gonna try and see if he'll visit us at work later this summer. AWWW YEAH. I wonder if a &lt;b&gt;certain person&lt;/b&gt; still likes him? (It's not me, I promise.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone that sucks. It's huge. I think I'm going to waste my money on a slider phone. Enough is enough.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:10300</id>
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    <title>only_optimism @ 2004-06-06T12:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-06T17:16:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-06T17:16:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm taking a break from this. I don't know if my parents have been reading it, or what. They're both making me miserable and I'm not going to expose any of my life to them. As a matter of fact, I hope they're reading this &lt;b&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/b&gt;. You both don't know me because you don't care. Snooping around in my things won't give you a bit of insight into my world. Please leave me alone.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:9985</id>
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    <title>That Kid Casey: get off the internet</title>
    <published>2004-06-03T01:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-03T04:05:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"No Such Thing"- John Mayer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Summer is boring, really. My days are filled with sleep, and messing around on Livejournal. Don't tell me that I need to get a life because I've already figured that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian (neighbor) called me at around 1:15, which was a HUGE suprise. He was "tipsy", of course. I swear, that kid is an alcoholic and it's not a joke. I laughed with him for about 20 minutes. Let's see if he remembers anything he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting these under a cut because I really don't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO TUFF!! I hate it when people throw signs. It's lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing interesting to say. I have some really great stains on my pants from flowers and such. They're yellow and purple. I miss people. Julie and I have fun at work. We dance and sing like good little choir girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear everyone, stop dissing Conor/Le Tigre, please.</content>
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    <title>THEY BETTER TAKE MY BOOKS!</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T18:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-28T13:08:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it's over. I'm not going to bore myself with the obligatory &lt;b&gt;SCHOOL'S OUT OMG&lt;/b&gt; post. It's bittersweet. No more stress, but no more Bad Boy. That's a little upsetting. Oh, well now I'm free to be life partners with Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOOVE MISS JAY! Oo, she hugged me tight!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1chior1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for choir girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no someone pulled the fire alarm! (We went outside!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1rach.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach looking at the yearbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, Alicia graduates today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored in BCIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1jadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi! The fastet girl on the planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/11oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1rachkim.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Rachel. Bye bye Kim :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tig ol' Bitties aka Nicole! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1choir2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's a different picture! Choir kids are fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1juilie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie! She can shake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1three.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, Katie, and Tori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/1kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, Miss Jay is in the middle! She's tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I should've taken more pictures. Okay, I've got to be at work in an hour. asdfh8a sdfh! I GOTTA GET DRESSED!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:9629</id>
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    <title>You can hate me now.</title>
    <published>2004-05-24T03:05:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-24T03:05:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sparklehorse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First of all, I would like to say FUCK YOU, UTERUS. I am in some serious pain, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CSpaniel99:&lt;/b&gt; what was wrong, if you don't mind telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That Kid Casey:&lt;/b&gt; it's such a long story.. just a bunch of guys (two who were supposedly my friends) were screwing with my friend emily (throwing stuff at her during lunch) and i got seriously pissed. emily and i told her boyfriend, who just happens to be a HUGE football player, and he straightened it out. heh. yeah, so now those guys hate me for sticking up for emily. not fun at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CSpaniel99:&lt;/b&gt; you need to be like p. diddy and just say "you can hate me now" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the short synopsis of my week. I'm very much over that now, though. Boys will boys, right? Just don't fuck with my friends, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to a PPPAAAARRRTTTAAAAYYY last night. With five people. Francesca was trying her hardest to throw this huge party, but it didn't work out. I ended up being the only person to spend the night and I must say that it was a waste of a Saturday night. Her brother, who hits on me all the time, is the biggest perv. He actually listened to me PEE. I was in the bathroom and I shut the door to use to toilet, and he went right outside the door and listened. I could see his damn feet. UGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/meandfranke.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Francesca told me she's 4'9. I look so TALL. And HOLY JESUS I had the weirdest dream. It involved, the Bad Boy and it was HAWT LYKE 2 T3H MAXX. Nasty, even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more weeks until I get my Golf, thank God. And 2 months until I'm freeeeee.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:only_optimism:9255</id>
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    <title>THE PLASTICS!</title>
    <published>2004-05-16T05:55:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-16T05:57:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stutterfly, something or other.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;ReadytoRuck32:&lt;/b&gt; why arent you at prom!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That Kid Casey:&lt;/b&gt; am i supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone is in Galveston by now. I wonder how the whole Nick Lachey thing went. And the "Thriller" dance sequence? Monday is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae and I caught the late showing of Mean Girls, and I have to admit that it did resemble highschool life a little. Some things were WAY off, but some nailed it. (I can't believe I just said "nailed it".) I have hung out with Rachel in ages and it was really good talking to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Iris,&lt;br /&gt;Please stop talking about me behind my back. If you have something you'd like to discuss, I'd appreciate if you talked to me about, not my friends. Kthnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely EXHAUSTED, and this is a half-assed attempt at a post. I leave you with a picture of me blowing bubbles. No one believes me when I say bubbles are the biggest stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/0blow.jpg"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Mi madre es muy caliente.</title>
    <published>2004-05-10T03:37:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-10T03:37:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something lame.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mother's day was neat. My family and I went out to eat and it was GOOOOOD. SCRIMPS GALORE! Afterwards, we went to look at my car. It's perfect. Ohpleasegodpleaseplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got extremely bored in the car on the way to the dealerships, so I entertained myself by taking some pictures. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my mommy lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/flowergoof.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really don't have a lot to say. I tried watching Harry Potter, but it got so damn boring. The books are far better than the movies. That's old news though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More real life people read this than I thought. My dad blurted out this morning that he'd seen pictures of me online. Weeiiirrdd. Maybe I should make this friends only. It's not because I don't want people to know what I have to say.. I just don't want certain people knowing anything about me. Like, my dad, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is pretty gross right now, so I'm going to go clean. YES!!</content>
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    <title>Shit, son.</title>
    <published>2004-05-09T06:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-09T06:08:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>3x5- John Mayer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.photobucket.com/albums/v117/sporkle/dork.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that was a random afterschool moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, please fucking check out my new &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/only_optimism"&gt;layout&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks, &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/actionvixen"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/a&gt;. Yuh, she's a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeETheR2008: you always tease me&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: who's teasing&lt;br /&gt;SeETheR2008: you&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: no&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: what's stopping us?&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: lol&lt;br /&gt;SeETheR2008: we dont talk in school&lt;br /&gt;SeETheR2008: thats what&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: and how do we fix this?&lt;br /&gt;SeETheR2008: we talk&lt;br /&gt;SeETheR2008: and i get a penis pump&lt;br /&gt;That Kid Casey: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;SeETheR2008: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, you owe me a ride in your el camino, kthnx.</content>
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