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  <title>My Life</title>
  <subtitle>as told by ME! :)</subtitle>
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    <name>*~Anna~*</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-04T07:07:49Z</updated>
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    <title>Im groundeddd</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T07:07:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T07:07:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I was grounded. Except that I went to the Blazers game anyways. My mother is negotiable like that. Tomorrow I am grounded still, for the super bowl. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate reading my email. Whenver I read it, I get stressed, because there are always things I have forgotten to do or people talking to me who I like to pretend dont exist. Grrr. That happend tonight, where I opened up my email and my aunt had sent me an email all pissy that I had not sent my other aunt a thank you for my ipod. This was not me being spoiled, this was me honestly forgetting to write one. It just annoys me when people tell me what to do. This particular aunt, the one that sent me the email, also annoys me. I know she is family, but how she has treated my mother through everything that has been going on is horrible. I know she puts on an act for me and my brother but I can see right through it, which is much worse then her just being honest about her feelings for my mother. God knows I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am grounded and bored and so I think I will go make some popcorn and catch up on Greys.</content>
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    <title>grr</title>
    <published>2006-12-04T07:27:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-04T07:27:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>White Houses</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate creepers. I hate people that I hang out with once, and talk to online occasionally, and then who decide that we are suddenly best friends and asks what i want for xmas. I hate people who think we are such fantastic friends but who in actuality know nothing about me. You cant assume to know me. You cant assume that I am transparent. Who i act around you is not me, its who i am so that i can get rid of you. You dont know that my favorite show in the entire world is friends. You dont know that I eat easy mac every day after school, or that Con Law is the only class worth going to anymore. You have no fucking idea that my life is not nearly as perfect as i say it is, or that sometimes i wake up the lonliest person in the entire world. You are completly ignorant that my friends are the most important thing, the only thing that keeps me sane, and that you are not one of my friends. You are wierd, obsessive, controlling, and annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont tell you this because I am not good at confronting people. I hope you read it though, and figure out its you, and go away.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dumbduck411:47686</id>
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    <title>Camp</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T23:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T23:22:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kelly Clarkson coming from outside</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Don't bother reading what I'm about to write if you dont want, i just have nothing else to do. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at camp. Im also bored. Currently, I am sitting in the camp computer lab, supervising. Music is blaring from outside, cuz some of the older boys turned up their stero and are blasting "Man, i feel like a women" or whatever. I'm really happy to be back, and happy to be a Junior Counseler, but there are moments like this where I would give anything to be outside with the boys that I was once friends with and the girls that I spent every waking second with. It was a lot harder to come back after being gone a year. I missed out on a lot, and especially in the beginning the rest of the JCS spent all day talking about last year and the people and events from it. In the mean time, i struggled to remember the schedule and not hang out with my old group of friends. I suppose it helps that Nora isn't here, but I still miss her more then anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, i barley ever see Sarah, or Clara. Here, the Junior Counselers spend all day together. We have no personal bounderies anymore, and disliking each other is not an option. We are expected to be best friends, confidants, and cooperative. all the time. Thats why bonding is my favorite part of the day. It is the one time that no one needs supervising and no one is supervising us. Instead, we can relax. I guess the main thing is that being a JC requires a tricky balance. We arn't in charge, but we are expected to be responsible. We arn't trusted, but we are stillheld responsible of anything goes wrong. We are, in essence,  the respected camp bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, im having fun. My roomate is Rachel, a girl i always knew but never hung out with, since I generally spent time with the girls younger then I. (Hence, the difficulty because those girls are still campers, and I'm not.) Rachel is one of the sweetest girls I've ever met, and one of those people that just gets me and I can talk to no matter what. The staff talks about each other all the time behind each others backs- not in a malicious way, but so that we can make sure that everything is operating smoothly. Rachel is a relief beacuse I know she won't do that. My counseler, who i work directly under, is Katherine. She is drop dead gorgous and extreamly moody, but we get along imensly well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff follies is tomorrow. I am in the pepermint milkshake skit. Essentially, I have to brush my teeth in a cup that someone else has already used. It sounds gross, but im really excited. I hope i dont gag. :-\. rachel is to DRINK it afterwords so I shouldn't be complaigning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wierd being here without Nora, Paul, or Josh. I see the floors interacting and growing closer to each other, and I hope they will eventually have as good of memories as I have from this place. I realize now that the rest of the staff comes here for that very reason too- so that other kids can have the experience they had. Its not beacuse of the money or the resume building experience. No one gives a shit about that, we all work our asses off for the kids. Nothing else could make us come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the other thing is that I am always tired. Today was my day off pretty much, no class. I went running, which felt amazing, and then I fell asleep on the couches next to Mike and Jack. I feel better now, and nora is coming to visit soon so hopefully I'll get to see her. Tomorrow is Kyle and mine 1 year, but truth be told I havn't even had time to think much about it. One year? Thats a 17th of my life.</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-07-08T02:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T09:24:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T09:24:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tomorrow is my birthday :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big one seven?? I think so!!</content>
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    <title>sick...</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T23:38:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T23:38:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I was really sick. &lt;br /&gt;Then i found out SEP accepted me as a JC this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I am still really sick. &lt;br /&gt;But now its okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-04-11T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T06:13:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T06:13:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mark the ones you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F . A . M . I . L . Y:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] An older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Step Sibilngs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] An older sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Half brother or sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F . R . I . E . N . D . S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Friend(s) who love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Trustworthy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Honest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Backstabbing friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A . H . O . M . E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] An apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A trailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] pond in your yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I . N . Y . O . U . R . R . O . O . M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] More than 3 sources of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Painted walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Window(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A full/queen/king sized bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A twin bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] An alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] posters on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P . O . S . S . E . S . S . I . O . N . S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A hair straightener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Curling iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sun glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x] Make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Perfume / Cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Necklaces / earrings / bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] More than 4 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] An i pod/MP3 Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A digital camera / webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Myspace/ Livejournal / Xanga / Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Something from " Abercrombie&amp;Fitch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Something from "Hollister co."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Something from "Pac Sun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Something from "Hot Topic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] More than $50.00 in your purse/wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A trophy or award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Snowboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rollerblades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skateboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] more than one pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] More than four pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Soda in your refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Snacks in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] X-Box live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] An X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] An ORIGINAL PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A Gamecube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] "old school" nintendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] More than 5 games for X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] More than 5 games for PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] More than 5 games for PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] More than 5 games for Gamecube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] More than 5 games for nintendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A DVD Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] More than 5 movies on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A . T . S . C . H . O . O . L:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your own locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A locker near your friends locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A nice dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A dorm near a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A roommate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A roommate you actually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] good grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Easy classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] a backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A notebook for every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A book for every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pens / Pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A graphing calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] teachers/professors you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E . X . T . R . A . S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A basketball hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] soccer net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] A store within walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] More than 4 acres of property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you a child of the 70s 80s or 90s?&lt;br /&gt;90's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;porland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were born in another country, what age did you move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What city did you grow up in?&lt;br /&gt;LO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you enjoy your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;as far as i can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you were a kid what did you want to be when you grew?&lt;br /&gt;a teacher and an author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name the first memorable vacation you took as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;to san fransicso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your first best friends name?&lt;br /&gt;elyse/stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are they still your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;no... but i do see elyse at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How did you meet them?&lt;br /&gt;elyse cuz she was my neighbor, steph from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Can you name all the schools you ever attended?&lt;br /&gt;Marylhyrst, Uplands, LOJ, LOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. who was your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;LUcas haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Were you a shy quiet kid or a very wild and rowdy kid? depends what year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When you were little what did you do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;played with my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Were you closer to your Mom or Dad as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;mom i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any embarrassing school stories to share?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the first record, tape or CD you remember buying?&lt;br /&gt;beach boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How old to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;eh, hopefully never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Were you scared of anything?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your favorite class in school?&lt;br /&gt;social studies haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you buy school lunch or bring your own?&lt;br /&gt;bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Broke any bones or had any freaky accidents as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Were you a meanie head?&lt;br /&gt;uh? no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite board game of all time?&lt;br /&gt;LIfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Did you play house or pretend to be a super hero?&lt;br /&gt;house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Random memory from when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;on my deck swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Seriously..are you still just a kid at heart?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-04-06T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T05:06:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T05:06:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ASADFLKJBLKJSDFLKJDSFLSDFLFDLKJSDF &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is me&lt;br /&gt;upset about my &lt;br /&gt;god&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;journals</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-03-19T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-20T07:54:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-20T07:54:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If someone could teach me how to add photos on this thing, that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days.</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-03-16T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-17T06:37:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-17T06:37:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You.&lt;br /&gt;Are.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Condescending.</content>
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    <title>I hate A days.</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T08:07:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T08:07:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate A days.</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-01-31T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-01T06:08:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-01T06:08:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Better then Ezra</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I never thought that i would wish it was last year. For me, sophmore year consisted of sitting around waiting for something better to happen. It contained, and amounted to, many superficial bonds between myself and others. And now that these many of these bonds have materialized into something of substance, iv realized that i would much rather have the fakeness of it all back if it meant that i could have the one, or possibly two, real connections from last year back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-01-28T18:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T02:16:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T02:16:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">uhhh that was nevin. not me</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2006-01-24T13:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T21:49:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T21:49:39Z</updated>
    <category term="i love gee wells"/>
    <lj:music>Greg Wells playing guitar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hello this is anna donavan denecke writing another spectaular entry,&lt;br /&gt;first off all i would like to say that although i am at school right now, i still find myself thinking of a guy in my life. No, this man is not  kyle, he is much more handsome and intellectual and muscular. Now, the only obvious people left are chuck norris, and Greg "GEE WELLS" Wells and let me tell you, its not Chuck. Now me and gee wells have had a lasting relationship since eigth grade. We have been secretly dating since then as well. Tomorrow is our 3 year anniversary and Greg's parents are leaving us alone for the night so we can eat a delicious meal of filet mignon, mashed potatoes, and Potage aux Lentilles et au Lard, all hand cooked by Gee Wells. Now you see why i am so attracted to this man. Not only does he have the looks and the muscles and the body, hes got the sensitivity im looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to appologize to kyle and all the other boys i have decieved over the years, but if people had known about our relationship, all the girls would be extremly mad at me for taking the perfect man off the market. Now for all you ladies you must be wondering how is he in bed?? Well the answer is quite simple, THE BEST. He gets the job done and trust me it feels good. The only one who compares is Kyle to be quite honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is a public adress showing the love i have for gee wells. We are engaged probably getting married next year when Bill Gates hires gee wells as "chief of computer fixers". He will get quite a hefty salary and we will live a long and prosperous life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anna D Denecke~</content>
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    <title>Happy 2006!!!</title>
    <published>2006-01-01T06:22:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-01T06:22:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Best of me by starting line</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I thought that i would hate this place. Because of mexico, i didnt have a christmas. Because of mexico, i got sick as hell, so sick i couldnt get out of bed except to throw up. Because of Mexico, i was away from everyone that i loved for two weeks, the only two weeks i had off. Except that as i sat out on the roof at midnight tonight, i realized that this is the type of place i could fall in love with. Dont get me wrong, im ready to leave. But if this had been the right circumstance ,and i had been here for much longer, i would have fallen in love with San Miguel. At midnight, I sat out on the roof, by myself, and listend to the Mariachis over at the Jardin. At 12:00, fireworks blew up all around me and every single one of the towns 31 churches started ringing their bells.  And i decided it was not that bad a vacation after all.</content>
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    <title>two more days</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T06:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-30T06:01:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Good things:&lt;br /&gt;-I only have two more days until i leave. Three more till i get home. &lt;br /&gt;-Im in mexico&lt;br /&gt;-Its 80 degrees out &lt;br /&gt;-Im not sick anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things&lt;br /&gt;-I still have two more day until i leave. Three more until i get home. &lt;br /&gt;-Im not home and i miss everyone so bad&lt;br /&gt;-I am missing Desperate housewives for the second week in a row&lt;br /&gt;-The ducks lost, thanks to fucking Leaf and his interception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they kinda outweigh each other, right??</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2005-12-27T21:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-28T05:33:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-28T05:33:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ugh i am so sick of my family and I am so sick of being with them 24-7. I am seroiusly going crazy, i need to be home, away from them, with people my own age!!</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2005-12-25T17:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-26T01:08:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-26T01:08:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Feliz navidad!</content>
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    <title>my xmas eve</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T07:02:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T07:02:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This morning i woke up and sat in bed for a half an hour and cried. Because tomorrow morning i wont wake up and feel like its christmas because we have no tree and my dad dosnt have any presents for me. I know im horrible, selfish, and ungreatful. Im in MEXICO. its just, i was crying beacuse i missed the tradition of it, i guess. Not really the presents. But anyways, i totally suprirsed myself, because tonight was the best christmas eve iv had ever, by a long shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family isnt the type to get drunk. But maybe its the fact that my mother isnt here, or maybe its the fact that we are in a strange country where alcohal is cheep, but tonight was full of, i dunno, intresting stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is getting married to a mexican girl, thats why we are down here in the first place, for the wedding. I actually really like her, she is actually really pretty and knows perfectly good english, she like barley has an accent. Well anyways, her family was very nice but i dont think they really understood what they were getting into when they invited the Deneckes down to viist them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner was when people began to get smashed. Particuarlly my dad and my cousin (another cousin, not the one that is getting married.) They stood up and started immaitating portland newscasters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BILL!!! DO YOU SEE THE SNOW"&lt;br /&gt;"NO SUSAN I DONT! OH WAIT! SNOW! I SEE A FLAKE! I SEE A FLAKE!"&lt;br /&gt;"CLOSE THE ROADS! CLOSE THE SCHOOLS! CALL OUT THE SNOW PLOWS! STAY INDOORS!"&lt;br /&gt;"SUSAN ITS REALLY COMING DOWN FAST! IV SEEN THREE FLAKES IN THE PAST TWO MINUTES!"&lt;br /&gt;"WINTER STORM WARNING! SNOW! SNOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went on like that for 10 minutes, and it was actually the msot haleroius thing ever. except half the people at dinner didnt know english so all they saw was my cousin and my dad falling around the living room, pointing at the sky and yelling SNOW over and over again. they think we are CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest part was when they brought out the pinata. My dad decided to take a hit at it, but he was so drunk he missed. then my crazy old french aunt took a shoe and started wacking the pinata yelling french swear words, and she wasnt even drunk. i about died. finally cam, my drunk cousin, got blindfolded, except instead of hitting the pinata he yelled "this one is going straight for annas head" and started chasing me. it was actually quite terrifying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cam went on his whole lets get anna drunk phase.  he kept trying to convince me it was rootbear, but oh no , that one has been pulled on me before. anyways eventually he convinced one of the spanish guys to drive us around, and we sat in the back of their pickup truck and he yelled at all the teenagers outside, "BEAUTIFULL MEXICANS! THIS GIRL THINKS YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFULL MEXICANS!" it was rather humiliating, since aruging that i dont think mexicans are attractive was basically usless to a completley smashed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways iv calmed down, i was so hyper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have fireworks going off nonstop right now, im not going to bed anytime soon, but ill stop typing cuz all of this isnt really that funny now that i look back. ok . bye. lol.</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2005-12-23T21:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T05:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T05:07:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1: drowning&lt;br /&gt;2: getting stuck in a sauna&lt;br /&gt;3: fast moving cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;1: kyle&lt;br /&gt;2: steph&lt;br /&gt;3: nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I love:&lt;br /&gt;1: sleeping in &lt;br /&gt;2: friends&lt;br /&gt;3: friends the TV show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;1: being late even tho i am all the time&lt;br /&gt;2: algebra 2&lt;br /&gt;3: waking up early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I don't understand:&lt;br /&gt;1: algebra 2&lt;br /&gt;2: math in general&lt;br /&gt;3: myself sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things on my desk:&lt;br /&gt;1: notecards&lt;br /&gt;2: cell&lt;br /&gt;3: magaznie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'm doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1: myspace&lt;br /&gt;2: eating&lt;br /&gt;3: drinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1: travel&lt;br /&gt;2: graduate college&lt;br /&gt;3: run a marathon kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways to describe my personality:&lt;br /&gt;1: shy around people i dunno&lt;br /&gt;2: loud around people i do&lt;br /&gt;3: grumpy in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1: do pushups very well&lt;br /&gt;2: move out &lt;br /&gt;3: burp on command lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Basics +&lt;br /&gt;Are you emotional :: yea&lt;br /&gt;Do songs make you cry? If so, name a few :: iris by goo goo dolls, there were some more i was thinking about them earlier. oh. memory by sugercult makes me cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;What about movies :: radio, the notebook&lt;br /&gt;What emotion do you usually feel :: happy most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Sadness+&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to make you cry your heart out :: when people make me sad&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you done that :: lots&lt;br /&gt;Where do you cry :: my room&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate crying :: yes i assume most people do&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it when others cry :: no?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think tears make eyes look pretty:: what?&lt;br /&gt;Who looks good when they cry :: again, what?&lt;br /&gt;How else do you express sadness :: listening to music i guess&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad all the time :: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Anger +&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to make you mad :: when i get blown off&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you're angry :: be alone or bitch lol&lt;br /&gt;How short is your temper :: depends. usually not that short i guess&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to calm down :: long time&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing you've done when you were mad :: dunno&lt;br /&gt;Do you freak out when others are angry :: dunno&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever recommended anger management to you :: HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing someone's done to make you mad :: said stuff behind mdy back&lt;br /&gt;Do you anger people :: probably. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Joy +&lt;br /&gt;How often are you happy :: mostly&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy :: friends, stuff&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you're happy :: laugh?&lt;br /&gt;How optimistic are you :: pretty&lt;br /&gt;Do happy people make you mad :: nooo&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing someone can do while they're happy :: be annoying? i dunno. these are really wierd questions and im getting bored&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so happy you were dying to tell everyone :: yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so happy you cried :: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot :: i think so&lt;br /&gt;Kiss people a lot:: nope only one :)&lt;br /&gt;Who really makes you happy :: friends the TV show lol.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like doing things for people when you're happy :: sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Fear +&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you're scared :: i dunno, cry/&lt;br /&gt;What scares you :: getting stuck in a sauna and drowning &lt;br /&gt;Do you like scaring people :: of course&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the thrill of being frightened :: i guess&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so scared you couldn't breathe :: yes&lt;br /&gt;How often do you panic :: not too much&lt;br /&gt;What's the one thing that scared you more than anything else EVER :: when i was three i was at the rose festivle and there was a dragon who lunged at me and i cried for hours i guess&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to calm your nerves :: sleep&lt;br /&gt;Do rollercoasters scare you :: good scare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ The strongest emotion +&lt;br /&gt;What song never fails to get your strongest emotions going :: iris by goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;Movie :: the notebook&lt;br /&gt;Commericial :: hm&lt;br /&gt;Person :: not sure &lt;br /&gt;Thing :: pictures &lt;br /&gt;Sight :: Bean complex at U of O&lt;br /&gt;Sound :: music&lt;br /&gt;Food :: what?&lt;br /&gt;Thing you're looking forward to/want :: being home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you do +&lt;br /&gt;When the emotion sucks :: cry?&lt;br /&gt;When the emotion rocks :: laugh?&lt;br /&gt;When there's no emotion :: just kinda chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Who +&lt;br /&gt;Cheers you up more than anyone else :: nora or kyle &lt;br /&gt;Angers you more than anyone else :: andrew&lt;br /&gt;Scares you more than anyone else :: mexican guys &lt;br /&gt;Makes you think about your emotions more than anyone else :: nora&lt;br /&gt;Makes you really care about how they feel and what they think :: kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah there was like a ton more to this but im bored so bye.</content>
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    <title>WWJD?</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T04:32:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T21:24:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know what makes me mad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll (conservatives) sit back and call liberals unchristianlike. You say aborition is sin, gay marriage goes against the bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is cutting medicare and denying people food stamps christian-like? When you are a christian, arnt you supposed to follow jesus? So denying people food is jesus-like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand it. I dont understand how conservatives dare face gays and call them sinners, when they sit there, with their nice hair in their fancy offices, and go and be pious every sunday, and come to work monday and deny people FOOD. how could they possibly expect jesus to go for THAT? we are all so HYPOCRITICAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv worked myself into a dither this time, i really have.</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2005-12-21T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T06:40:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T06:40:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i am in the most beautifull place in the entire world.</content>
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    <title>dogs? no thanks</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T07:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T07:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Um PS. WHat the hell is up with couples getting dogs? Iv heard of two in the past like, week. What happens to the damn dog when you break up you idiots?</content>
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    <title>dumbduck411 @ 2005-12-15T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T07:07:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T07:07:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>island in the sun haha. complete coincidence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, i didnt want to go to mexico. I still really dont. I am gonna get sick, be traveling around in a car, or horse, or god knows what my father will find as transportation, be harrased by ugly mexicans who are 50 years old, and be missing my friends. BUT see thats changing. becuase as horrible as that all might be, and as jelous i am of everyone here who gets to sleep and shop and EAT ( i am not gonna freaking eat for two weeks, i just know it, cuz i am such a picky eater)... while im uber jelous, at least its WARM down there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there. iv found my positive thing. Its going to be warm. And i proised my dad i wouldnt complain, and im trying so hard to not to bother everyone else with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an english paper to finnish. Ew.</content>
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    <title>i am royally PISSED at a certain someone</title>
    <published>2005-11-22T05:07:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-22T05:07:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>classical thanks to my mother</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First off, i am royally pissed at a certain someone. Why? BECAUSE. thats why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. im so good with words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off i would like to say a few comments about the upcoming holiday...I hate thanksgiving. I dont like turkey, i dont like potatoes, i dont like gravey, i dont like pie, and i dont like stuffing. And to be honest, i dont really like my familiy to much. They are a million williams running around talking about their expiriences in south africa and quebec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a horrible holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry to be such a downer :(</content>
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    <title>harry potter :-\.</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T02:34:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T02:34:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>countryyyyy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my mom isn't letting me go to harry potter tonight, even tho its opening night. She let me go when i was like, 12, and she wont let me go now? In fact, she denies ever letting me go, even tho 15 differnet people remember me there with them. That women lives in denial. But whatever floats her goddamn boat.By the time the 6th and seventh ones come out i will be outta here, and as far as im concerned, she cant stop me from going to the midnight showing AND the two AM showing, so there.</content>
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