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  <title>Camille</title>
  <subtitle>Camille</subtitle>
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    <email>camillete@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Camille</name>
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  <updated>2002-06-06T23:58:15Z</updated>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-06-06T16:59:00</title>
    <published>2002-06-06T23:58:15Z</published>
    <updated>2002-06-06T23:58:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/sev.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;What Type of Villain are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/labile"&gt;&amp;lt;º&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camillete:20356</id>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-06-03T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2002-06-03T23:03:13Z</published>
    <updated>2002-06-03T23:03:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What the hell? My last entry is totally messed up. And I can't delete it. whatever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camillete:20076</id>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-06-03T16:02:00</title>
    <published>2002-06-03T23:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2002-06-03T23:01:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebelsnail.net/insult/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take the test&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/burningupthesky" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camillete:19915</id>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-05-26T20:43:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-27T03:50:26Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-27T03:50:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel all hollow like a hollowed-out coconut. Okay, that's not the best description, but you get the picture. When you want something you can't have, what do you do? Persevere until you get something (or completely ruin everything), or just give up? I just don't know what to do anymore. I seem to go from one mistake to another - like I never learn or something. As though I didn't deal with enough of a mess at the beginning of this year, I have to go and get myself into another one. Ah well, thats just the way it is, i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad, it's too bad, &lt;br /&gt;it's too late, its so wrong</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-05-18T22:19:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-19T05:24:22Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-19T05:24:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its been a long long time. i drove around for three hours tonight, wandering aimlessly. listening to strange music. thinking. i wonder what everyone else is doing this saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i always have to do what's wrong for me. doesnt it seem like i should know by now? clearly not. stupid, stupid camille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to reach you&lt;br /&gt;[just to reach you]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camillete:19235</id>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-05-01T19:18:00</title>
    <published>2002-05-02T02:20:21Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-02T02:20:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been dropping out of the livejournal community lately, it seems. I just have nothing to say. Too much stress, too much work this week, as you all know. Scared of stalkers and people i DONT KNOW looking at my profile and taking my quiz.. eek. Also, i am completely screwed for the analysis test tomorrow. On that note, I'd better go study.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camillete:18950</id>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-26T16:49:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-26T23:50:03Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-26T23:50:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"to camel (v.): To strut off the rat-infested campus in a superiorly sexy manner. Like Lara Croft."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camillete:18738</id>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-24T19:11:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-25T02:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-25T02:19:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck this. No, really. This is the biggest waste of time ever. I've just realized that i really have NO friends. At prom, you need at least 5 couples to a table. We have two. And no one else wants to sit with us. How lame is this? Incredibly lame. It doesn't make me feel any better that my so-called "friends" (which i guess are really just acquaintances) are all going in this huge group of 30 people (to which, of course, i wasn't invited). This makes my life just even more wonderful. Now we'll be stuck with six other losers I don't know. lovely. how about i go shoot myself now so i wont die of embarassment at prom? Or here's a better idea: how about i just DON'T GO.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-22T16:37:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-22T23:41:34Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-22T23:41:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"He bent his head and pulled off his T-shirt. He turned his back to me and I saw what was hidden there, pressed damp and matted against his shoulder blades. The shabby soiled once-white feathers hung limply. Then he huddled back down in the sand, hiding his back against the lifeguard stand. Another angel. A real one. An angel for a love. An angel who wouldn't touch me. What was I supposed to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Echo, Francesca Lia Block</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-12T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-13T02:45:51Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-13T02:45:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was hell on wheels. I didn't have the greatest day to start off with, and then as soon as i get home and try to fix some ongoing problems, i get a phone call from mr ames telling me that a student called "niamh arthur" had an accident and that they couldn't reach her family and that i was on the emergency contact list. of course i freaked out, drove down to gunn, and had to take niamh to the hospital to get a checkup and a cat scan and all this stuff.. it was so fucking scary. and i stayed there until like 6.30. ugh i'm so tired.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-11T15:25:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-11T22:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-11T22:26:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are some days when I feel like a duck with clipped wings. laskflasdjf. Laura was gone, at YCS, cause it's thursday - and then for some reason saira was really pissed at me and started snapping at me when I was trying to talk to her, so i thought "fuck this" and just lay there in the quad. Saira and niamh ran off who knows where, and I sat here. All alone. For the rest of lunch. Cynthis came and visited me though, so that was nice. I'm tired of my friends being more popular than me. It pisses me off.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-10T22:17:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-11T05:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-11T05:19:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last year, when we were talking about prom, he said "don't worry, I'll make sure you have a date next year." I immediately started thinking of ways to turn him down. Little did I know the situation would be resolved very easily without any help from me. I wonder who he's going to ask this year.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-09T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-10T06:09:38Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-10T06:09:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh man. I read elaine's journal and started craving sour patch kids. so i hopped in the car down to safeway and got a bag of them. and now, of course, I am so sick. and trying to study for analysis. ughhhhhhh curse the sour patch children.</content>
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    <title>SATs and grades</title>
    <published>2002-04-10T00:47:02Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-10T00:47:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, there's been a hell of a lot of bitching about SATs and grades among the "livejournal community" lately. There are several sides to this: One, you feel good about how you did and you want people to know because you are proud and you want them to congratulate you on the hard work you put in and the rewards that came of it. Or maybe, you did really badly and hearing people say "oh yea i did really well" only makes you feel even MORE like shit. But really, there is no way to know how people are going to respond to what you write. If other people's scores piss you off (I'll admit it freely, I'm insanely jealous of cynthia's 1600) then just be pissed off in your head, but don't ruin the joy that other people feel about their scores by bitching to them about how they shouldn't brag. This is, of course, not directed at anyone - I was just ranting, as usual. Please don't attack me online again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a completely different subject, that may or may not make people even more upset - PROM is just around the corner. I have a sob story... probably just like everyone else. but hey i'm having a bad enough day already, what with studying for the analysis test, so i won't go into that now.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-09T17:32:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-10T00:34:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I just got in a fight with someone i DON'T KNOW. If anyone can manage that, it's me. Basically I totally bitched this guy out for NO REASON because I completely misunderstood what he was saying. Now he probably hates me. Great. Or wait - even better, he think's i'm psycho.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-08T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-09T00:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-09T00:42:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Natasha's thug CD rocks my world!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:camillete:16634</id>
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    <title>This song makes me so happy</title>
    <published>2002-04-09T00:40:43Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-09T00:40:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">North Carolina raise up take your shirt off twist it round your head &lt;br /&gt;spin it like a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;South carolina raise up this one's for YOU&lt;br /&gt;this ones for who? US US US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhaha. I have to learn the words to this song. Saira got me hooked on it. I talked about kidneys with Rabia today during the disaster drill, it was so funny. Music makes me so happy - especially GOOD music. Hmm, I also had a long conversation with Xmas Carol. LONG meaning like 10 minutes. He usually gives me a weird look like I'm a rabid weasel that might bite his head off if he doesn't answer the right way. Poor xmas carol, I think he thinks we like him. No wonder he's afraid of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a shitload of analysis homework to catch up on.. gotta work on that C+ (OUCH). So i got my SAT scores - 1530. Hmm. I thought that was good until I learned cynthia and tracy got 1600 and garrett got 1540. So I feel average now. But that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could take one of my kidneys and i'd still be happy. In fact, I think one of them just fell out the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still on a high from yesterday.. a NATURAL high, guys. SO much fun.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-07T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-08T03:21:26Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-08T03:21:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life is good and then you die&lt;br /&gt;dont ask questions baby don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-07T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-08T03:21:23Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-08T03:21:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life is good and then you die&lt;br /&gt;dont ask questions baby don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-06T10:57:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-06T18:53:48Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-06T18:53:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">" *** was talking about ways to get alcohol into the AIDS Dance. I suppose because they planned on getting wasted, having sex, and waking up pregnant with AIDS. It's good to see they are following the theme of the dance."</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-04T18:57:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-05T03:00:14Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-05T03:00:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Photo today was ..... embarassing, to say the least. But anyways, speaking of photo, I really hope this nature-walk thing is going to work out. For all the G per photo people out there... umm yea i thought it was supposed to be on the 20th, but i think that got changed. Nathan better keep us updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today in analysis, I thought I could hear crickets chirping, because the class next to us always watches vidoes and so you can hear all sorts of weird noises from the wall. So I lean over and ask the guy next to me if he can hear crickets, and for some reason he found this very funny. So he starts cracking up, and then Nitay asked what was so funny and so Mike tells him, and they both start laughing like loons. And then the rest of the period, they keep writing notes on their calculators or on my paper that says "chirp chirp" or "I hear grasshoppers" and random stuff like that. So of course the three of us are trying so hard not to laugh out loud, and mr herreshoff keeps sending those confused glances of his over at us but he was even more out of it than usual so he couldn't figure out what we were doing. And THEN Freddy turns around and really loudly, says, "Do you mind explaining to us what's so funny?" The whole class got quiet and mr herreshoff looked over at us. I was SO terrified. And then the rest of the period I was really pissed at Freddy for doing that. It was completely uncalled for.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-03T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-04T06:17:17Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-04T06:17:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am the rose under the bell jar&lt;br /&gt;Every day I lose a petal&lt;br /&gt;Until Belle says she loves&lt;br /&gt;the beast</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-02T18:01:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-03T02:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-03T02:04:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am really looking forward to the AIDS dance a thon. I dont know if it's going to be that fun, but hey, I really hope it will be :) :) I've been wanting to go dancing for the looooooooongest time. Hmmm, I'd better see all you guys there!</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-01T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-02T04:18:02Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-02T04:18:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't even mention food in this household without being yelled at. For some reason my mother thinks I'm anorexic. As you all know, this is perfectly ridiculous - I am obsessed with food. She just never SEES me eat. So at dinner, if I say I'm full, she'll spaz out and say "Camille, you're eating like a 10 year old and you say you're full, blah blah blah, stop this, it's so ridiculous, blah blah.." Excuse, me, I'M being ridiculous? I think not. First she tells me I'm too fat, then she says I don't eat enough. What a psycho. Argh, she pisses me off.</content>
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    <title>camillete @ 2002-04-01T17:08:00</title>
    <published>2002-04-02T01:19:00Z</published>
    <updated>2002-04-02T01:19:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dire Straits - Love over Gold</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've just spent about an hour going through all my friends' latest posts, since I wasn't here over the long weekend.. wow it took forever. LOTS and lots of writing to read. For some reason, saira is no longer showing up on my friends list. Hmm. Oh well. Today I want to sleep.. for fifteen hours. Fuck analysis and bio, I need to regenerate. I am so sore from snowboarding, ouch. But it was honestly SO MUCH fun, wow, a bizillion times more fun than skiing. Well actually I don't know, because when I ski I don't fall every five minutes. But hey, if/when I get better at snowboarding, its going to be AWESOME. Oww I fell on the ice on the last day and it felt like I had shattered my tailbone or something, I couldn't move for a whole two minutes, I was just lying there in the snow like a dead body. But it wasn't embarassing at all, there are so many other people snowboarding who suck even more than me. It was very strange also because there were plenty of hot guys teaching ski school, i was like Hmmmmmm okaaaaaay... maybe saira's theory of hot mormon guys is actually true. Hm, that was one of my fears going to Utah. The mormons. I thought they would be all psycho-religious-try to convert everyone, but they totally weren't. At first it was a little strange because everyone there was white... i seriously mean EVERYONE. Like maybe three asian people. There's the diversity of Utah. But still, it was so cool, and the people there were really nice. Can't wait to go snowboarding again, wheeeeee. Okay, enough about Utah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today BP (aka neha) told me I looked nice; in fact she came specifically over to tell me. HAha, I love when that happens. For obvious reasons, it makes me feel pretty! Especially since I was feeling rather ugly since I turned SO BROWN from snowboarding... and saira was going on about how I was a "brown-faced chomper." But it was great to see everyone again today, its strange how much i miss all you guys after just 4 days away.</content>
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