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  <title>OpenUrHeart2me</title>
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    <name>Ashley</name>
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  <updated>2007-08-09T07:38:15Z</updated>
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    <title>Betrayed</title>
    <published>2007-08-09T07:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-09T07:38:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know what phrase, "chicks of dicks"? Well my best friend chose a dick over a chick. I never thought my best friend of nearly eight years would do such a thing. It started about a year&amp;nbsp;and a half ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend started to date a co-worker. At first i was really happy for her, that she was able to find someone that she cared about and vise versa. However, things started to take a weird turn last spring. She was told by the guy she was dating that he would be her boyfriend if she lost some weight because&amp;nbsp;she was&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;mentioning how she wasn't happy with her body. When&amp;nbsp;i found this out i was irrate, i&amp;nbsp;thought she was beautiful as is. Right then and there was when i started to dislike him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after this she began to change her eating patterns and excerise more. It was hard to tell if she was doing this for herself or for a guy. Soon after she dropped a couple of pounds they were official. During this time i started to see less and less of my best friend. I suppose this was expected because she usually exitted the scene when she became involved with someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to get really weird when he asked her for 500 dollars in order to pay for his rent, the next month he asked for 700 dollars. He then gave her a diamond necklace during this time frame. Therefore, did my friend pay for the necklace? or did he? He later paid her back after the bank notified her father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get extremely concerned when she came to my house late one night crying like crazy. She told me that they were suppose to spend the whole day together. Everything started out fine. They went to the mall, and picked out a suit for him to wear to many dressy occassions comig up. She even paid for it. However, after their mall trip&amp;nbsp;he went to the gym with his brother, during this time she cleaned up his room etc. He was out for three hours, and when he&amp;nbsp;returned told my friend he was going to go out to the bar with his friend because they wanted to watch a sports game. &amp;nbsp;My friend was really pissed off because the whole day revolved around him. She hardly knew what to say. After she left she came to my house crying because she didn't know how to stand up to him. It was there first fight. It was the first time that i realized he was controlling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the months went by, i continuously saw less and less of my best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend scheduled&amp;nbsp;an appointment for sometihng she has wanted for a long time.&amp;nbsp; Her family, I, and her boyfriend went with her to support her. It was during this time that i had to spend nine hours of my life with her boyfriend in the same room. It actually wasn't that bad, we had a good conversation, etc. However, things started to get weird when he drove me home after my friends appointment because we both had work early in the morning. It was during this time that he grilled me about my friends past. I answered a few questions and started to feel so uncomfortable that i pretended to sleep for two hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my friend called me and said she couldn't believe the things that i said to her boyfriend. I was shocked, everything i said was true, no lying, i even told her what i said and she agreed with me that i didn't fabricate anytihng. According to her boyfriend i was kicking her while she was down because she couldn't defend herself. I had no idea what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and surely i stopped hearing from my friend. The last time i heard from her was on my 21st birthday. She called and said she couldn't make it because she had to go see her doctor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then i have called her at least two times a week on her cell and on her house line. About two weeks into this routine her cell phone became nonexistent. I had to call her mother to get her new number, it was really embarassing because i, her best friend, had to ask her mother for her number. To this day i wonder if she was ever going to call me with the correction to her cell number.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after i got her new cell number, she never picked up. I called her&amp;nbsp;a few times at work and everytime she had to go because she was busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so ignored and betrayed by a friend. It hurts to think about it right now, how could my best friend treat me in such a horrible way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago i got a text from her saying i&amp;nbsp;miss you. Since then we have been small talking through text and phone calls. Today i saw her for the first time in seven months. The only thing that i could think about for the hour and a half i was with her was will things every be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Acedemic Update</title>
    <published>2007-03-21T06:10:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-21T06:10:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I recieved a summer internship at Johns Hopkins!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Ummmm...Duh</title>
    <published>2006-11-10T07:39:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-10T07:39:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I worked at TCBY today and I wanted to recap my night with a quote from this customer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which is healthier nonfat or fat free yogurt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley Anderson</content>
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    <title>Long Time No Post</title>
    <published>2006-11-01T05:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-01T05:13:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is my schedule for next semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday &lt;br /&gt;12:15-1:20 Child and Adolescent Development &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:50 Human Cognition&lt;br /&gt;12:30-1:50 Statistics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday &lt;br /&gt;12:15-1:20 Child and Adolescent Development &lt;br /&gt;1:30-3:30 Statistics Lab&lt;br /&gt;7:00-10:00 Philosophy of Becoming a Man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:50 Human Cognition &lt;br /&gt;12:30-1:50 Statistics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday  &lt;br /&gt;12:15-1:20 Child and Adolescent Development &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, some of you out there might be thinking, why she Ashley taking all of these Psychology classes? Well it turns out i'm changing my major. Instead of majoring in Biology I changed my major to...Psychology with an emphasis in Pyschobiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>YAY</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T05:23:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T05:23:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">50cent raise.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Has this ever happened to you?</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T07:07:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T07:20:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lately this has been one of my favorite topics. &lt;br /&gt;As i'm sure most of you know i work at Old Navy. Since working there i have encountered many cultures and observed how they act. Please don't think i'm sexiest. But recently this seems to be the trend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To estimate, lets say i'm working a four hour shift. During those four hours i probably ring up 200 customers. Out of those 200 customers maybe 25% of them (In stupid terms 50customers)are males paying with a hundred dollar bill. Now when i, a female, pay with a hunderd dollar bill i hand it to the cashier. That doesn't seem to be the case with the male customers. You see they do this weird ritual. They take the 100 dollar bill and fold it down the center and put it between their index finger and middle finger and kinda wave it at me. What do they think i am? A whore? Why do they fold it and wave it? Don't guys do that at stripper bars? It is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i believe a course of actiong must be taken ASAP. I plan on doing one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) Snap it out of their hand&lt;br /&gt;2) Return their change in the same manner it was given&lt;br /&gt;3) Ask why they feel the need to fold the bill down the center and wave it infront of me&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell them this is a clothing store and not a strip bar&lt;br /&gt;5) All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny for your thought and two for your experiences in the 100 dollar wave.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i am going to start my Christmas list. Stay tuned.</content>
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    <title>openurheart2me @ 2006-08-08T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-09T02:29:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-09T02:29:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need your help. First, before i give away the question in which i need advice on, i must give you the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fall 2006 School Schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;12:15-1:20 General Psychology (Major)&lt;br /&gt;1:30-2:20 Microbiology (Major)&lt;br /&gt;3:45-6:45 Microbiology Lab (Major)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;2:00-3:50 Old Testament Prophets (Major)&lt;br /&gt;7:00-9:00 Emerging Diseases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;12:15-1:20 General Psychology (Major)&lt;br /&gt;1:30-2:20 Microbiology&lt;br /&gt;4:30-7:00 Fundamentals of Music (General Ed- Visual Arts)	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;2:00-3:50 Old Testament Prophets &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &lt;br /&gt;12:15-1:20 General Psychology (Major)&lt;br /&gt;1:30-2:20 Microbiology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see my course load is getting really intense because it is my junior year. For the first time i'm taking seventeen units. On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday i have a night class. Which makes my studying and work schedule kinda tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen up because this is what i need advice on. As of right now i have two jobs. I work at Old Navy and TCBY. I have decided that i need to quit one of the above jobs in order to give myself time to study and time to myself. Therefore, i have created pro and con list about each job. However, before i get into that i am going to give you a brief history of each job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Old Navy. I have been working there for three years. I started as a seasonal employee way back in the day, and since then i've moved up the ladder quite nicely. I am now a Supervisor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, TCBY. I have been working there since Feburary (I think). I started this job because last semester i was only taking twelve cerdits and had a lot of spare time on my hands. So i decided, why not make some extra dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go. The pro and con list for each job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;1) Discount at Old Navy, Gap, and Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;2) Good Income&lt;br /&gt;3) Work around my school schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;1) Managment&lt;br /&gt;2) Customers&lt;br /&gt;3) Annual Raise&lt;br /&gt;4) Stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCBY&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;1) Easy Works&lt;br /&gt;2) Tips&lt;br /&gt;3) Right down the street from school&lt;br /&gt;4) Free Food&lt;br /&gt;5) Friendly Customers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;1) The pay (well compared to Old Navy)&lt;br /&gt;2) The managers don't speak very good English, so sometimes it is difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, i have made up my mind. On Thrusday i am going to give my two weeks. Can you guess on which one?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Lotion Part Two</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T20:45:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T20:45:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Those were very good suggestions, thanks guys. However, i have discovered a way to get a discount...i think. This is my idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night when i was in the back room at Old Navy, i discovered there was a coupon booklet! And low and behold, there was a coupon for The Body Shop. If you buy thirty dollars worth you get five dollars off. Now here is the tricky part. Should i buy my lotion and whatever else to get to thirty dollars and then go to another store and return the "whatever else" or find something nice to give to my friend as an additional birthday present? Or just pass altogether?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley&lt;br /&gt;PS Just an additional comment, i can't get this lotion off of my mind. For example, it is so nice that it gets to the point where i don't want to use my samples in fear of it running out.</content>
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    <title>Too Expensive? You Tell Me.</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T14:52:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T14:52:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Recently at Old Navy a representative came into the store from The Body Shop with free smaples from their body butter collection along with a coupon to save five dollars off of a thirty dollar purchase or more. I indulged my hands with this wondering almond body butter. My hands stayed moist for hours. When i went home i went online to see how much it was. Now don't forget i'm a bargin shopper. Is 16.50USD too expensive for lotion? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>32 cents</title>
    <published>2006-07-09T17:58:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-09T17:58:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a raise today. Thirty-two cents? Why couldn't they just round to thirty-five. Seriously people does three pennies really matter? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley&lt;br /&gt;PS YAY i got a raise!</content>
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    <title>openurheart2me @ 2006-06-30T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T06:26:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T06:26:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Feeling sad, empty, hopeless, or numb. These feelings are with you most of the day, every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss of interest in things you used to enjoy. You might no longer bother with hobbies that you used to love. You might not like being around friends. You might lose interest in sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritability or anxiety. You might be short-tempered and find it hard to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble making decisions. Depression can make it hard to think clearly or concentrate. Making a simple choice can seem overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty or worthless. These feelings are often exaggerated or inappropriate to the situation. You might feel guilty for things that aren't your fault or that you have no control over. Or you may feel intense guilt for minor mistakes.</content>
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    <title>openurheart2me @ 2006-06-05T00:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T07:17:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T07:17:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I start Organic Chemistry in eleven hours.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Coffee</title>
    <published>2006-04-10T01:25:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-10T01:25:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have decided that i like the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf better than Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Obesity</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T08:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T08:43:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Since today is friday, my family and i didn't eat meat due to lent (the forty days before Easter). For lunch my dad and i went to McDonalds because he could get a fish sandwich.  I haven't been to a McDonalds since i was about twelve.  Anyway, i felt like i was placed in fat central.  My lord i've never seen booths that wide before.  When i entered my arteries felt clogged.  It made me sick watching fat people eating fattening food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Dork</title>
    <published>2006-03-24T05:43:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-24T05:43:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"The Anicent Egyptians perdate the Jews?" - Aleem&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Places I want to visit</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T21:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T21:04:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Egypt&lt;br /&gt;Peru&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;China&lt;br /&gt;Thailand&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Islands&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;br /&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;East Coast States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that when I graduate college I want to travel. I want to see all the things I am learning about.  I have also come to the conclusion that I think I want to be an archaeologist with a emphasis in biochemistry instead of a general surgeon or dermatologist. I want to discover something of a historical importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley Anderson</content>
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    <title>About a Year Ago Today...</title>
    <published>2006-01-01T18:43:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-01T18:43:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last year i made a post about things i wanted to do before i was twenty...lets take a look at the then and the now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to a concert- I went to two!&lt;br /&gt;2) Get straight A's- Maybe next year?&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a raise- Ding Ding Ding&lt;br /&gt;4) Shadow a EMT- Nope&lt;br /&gt;5) Get another piercing- Still a few more days until i turn 20&lt;br /&gt;6) Lose 20pounds- Nope&lt;br /&gt;7) Go Skinny Dipping- Nope&lt;br /&gt;8) Road trip to the four corners- The four corners? what the hell was i smoking?&lt;br /&gt;9) Get a Credit Card- Nope, don't need one&lt;br /&gt;10) Paint ball shooting- Nope&lt;br /&gt;11) Go to a gun range- Nope&lt;br /&gt;12) Play Inter-mural Softball- Nope&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;br /&gt;13)Learn to ride a bike- Nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  believe that is two out of thirteen : ( Oh well, there is always next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Bordem at its best, a story by Ashley Amanda and Kelly</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T10:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T10:24:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Once upon a time, there was one boy and one girl.  They were elfs who liked gingersnaps that snapped like popcorn and firewood in eggnog. They loved watching porn with a penguin who likes doggie-style biscuits.  Together they hopped and skipped away into the Wal-Mart in the green prarie.  They wished upon Satan and his beasts who hated the eternal love.  Saddened they were as Yoda would say.  They shopped for rollbacks and sour cell phones.  Happy they were to jump and pee on a beanbag they was upset and hungry for hamburgers that tasted like N----s.  Unfortunately, runny noises became voilently outraged at young prostitutes who ran a Mccy-D's. The End</content>
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    <title>Updated Christmas List</title>
    <published>2005-12-07T03:56:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-07T03:56:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Victoria Secret Pink Sweatshirt (The Old School One it is now only avaliable online)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;event=display&amp;prnbr=SG-184063&amp;page=4&amp;cgname=OSSLPPINSLW&amp;rfnbr=1299"&gt;http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;event=display&amp;prnbr=SG-184063&amp;page=4&amp;cgname=OSSLPPINSLW&amp;rfnbr=1299&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gift Card to American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;3. Powder Foundation by Estee Lauder*&lt;br /&gt;4. Gym Shoes*&lt;br /&gt;5. Sports Bras*&lt;br /&gt;6. Coach Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley&lt;br /&gt;* what i really want</content>
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T18:52:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T18:52:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick an have a chem test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Christmas Time</title>
    <published>2005-11-22T19:52:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-22T19:52:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1.	Beyond Paradise by Estee Lauder*&lt;br /&gt;2.	Victoria Secret Pink Sweatshirt (The Old School One)*&lt;br /&gt;3.	Gift Card to American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;4.	Powder Foundation by Estee Lauder*&lt;br /&gt;5.	Gym Shoes*&lt;br /&gt;6.	Sports Bras &lt;br /&gt;7.	Guess Purse* &lt;br /&gt;8.	Applestar Purse at Nordstroms &lt;br /&gt;9.	Coach Watch&lt;br /&gt;10.	The Truth About Diamonds: A Novel by Nicole Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley&lt;br /&gt;PS the greed got to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;* what i really want</content>
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    <title>Ah</title>
    <published>2005-10-28T07:08:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-28T07:08:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love Aleem</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:openurheart2me:52302</id>
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    <title>Quote of the Day</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T06:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-05T07:04:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i was walking back to my dorm and this girl was walking a cute little pup.  I pet it, and then a girl came up to it and said....&lt;br /&gt;"Thats the cutest little black thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleem: "Hello my little potato-basket"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:openurheart2me:52070</id>
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    <title>Fall 2005</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T02:25:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-02T02:25:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This semester is going to be crazy. I'm taking 17cerdits (six classes).  Genes and Development, Intermediate American Sign Language, General Chemistry and Lab, Colonial America, and last but not least Sewing. In addition, on Mondays i will be working the night shift at Saint John's Regional Hospital.  Furthermore, i will still be working at Old Navy during the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified that i will not have enough time to do everything to my best ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Gold's Gym once again, $39/month.  And i get the option of putting my account on hold in case i won't be in town (for example, winter and summer breaks).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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    <title>Yay</title>
    <published>2005-08-15T07:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-15T07:03:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I passed my internship test today! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Ashley</content>
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