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            <title>Leaving Ector</title>
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            <description>So last week I left Ector...A week before that I told my best friend Haylee that I moved and wasn't leaving. She thought I was. When I came to Ector on Tuesday she was shocked. She thought I had left. And so did almost everybody else!!! And they seemed upset that I was back! Like they were happy that I was gone. Why were they happy?? Oh yeah, maybe because everybody hates me. Even Haylee acted upset that I was back! Whatever happened to true friends? Obviously that doesn't exist anymore!</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 01:24:34 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Paranoid</title>
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            <description>&lt;P style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 13px&quot;&gt;Everybody gets paranoid...Right? I'm not the only one who looks at a group of girls and thinks, &lt;EM&gt;Oh god, please tell me they're not laughing at me.&lt;/EM&gt; I don't know why, but that kind of stuff just freaks me out. I feel like they're planning to jump me or something. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I really am just paranoid...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So anyways, Facebook page --&amp;gt; &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/ErinBlog247&quot;&gt;www.facebook.com/ErinBlog247&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 17:56:57 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Facebook</title>
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            <description>I got a Facebook page now! I can't believe I never did this sooner! Haha! Anyways, so life has been kind of difficult right now. Had to move in with the grandparents, I have to switch schools... Yeah. But I shouldn't really focus on the negative. I still have my friends and family..Minus one family member. My great grandmother died last Thursday. It's been hard. But she's in a better place now :3&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Facebook Page: &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/ErinBlog247&quot;&gt;www.facebook.com/ErinBlog247&lt;/A&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 04:33:18 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>How Lucky Am I??</title>
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            <description>Oh my goodness, I sent&amp;nbsp;a meesage to Ashley Rodriguez (You might know her from her website &quot;Not Without Salt&quot;) I sent her a message and she actually replied! I feel so lucky. I also attached my website and she actually read my blog!! I know it seems a little bit ridiculous to freak out about this, but I'm still a teenager, and she is a celebrity and I am a MEGA fan of her website. Her Danish's are amazing! I sent a message to her requesting to post a few recipes on my website and to my surprise she said yes! I feel so lucky to have spoken to her and very surprised that she replied at all. I hope I can speak more with her and maybe make a friendship with her! It's not everyday you meet one of your heroes!!</description>
            <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 02:19:36 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My Sister</title>
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            <description>What can I say about my sister? A lot actually. She can be a pain. But...Somehow....I love her...Somehow. She doesn't know what a big part of my life she is. I never tell her because she'd never believe me. She doesn't believe a lot of things...</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 06:15:19 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Get A Life</title>
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            <description>Hey, I know you hate me and all that. But why do you hate me? I never did anything to you. I've never even talked to you before. Those stupid rumors you hear doesn't mean they're true! Kay? So shut your stupid mouth a getting a fudging life! Thank you!</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 03:11:01 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Love Is Louder</title>
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            <description>People say that words don't hurt. Well, those people would be wrong. Words hurt more than anything else in the world. I have experienced this my entire life. From bullies, even my own family. It makes me think of suicide. And I think past memories are starting to haunt me. But I always say to myself that love is louder than the presure to be perfect...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style=&quot;WIDTH: 325px&quot; class=yui-img src=&quot;http://erinblog247.yolasite.com/blog/category/resources/Snapshot_20110708_1.JPG&quot;&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 07:27:20 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Theatre</title>
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            <description>Sometimes it seems to be a theatric way somebody acts on stage that draws you to Theatre. Or the way they can use the makeup on stage to make a simple human look like a terrifying monster, or an adorable furry creature. Seems to be interesting how everything can change you. As you seem to hate Theatre, then progressively start to find it an enjoying activity that seems to teach you new things. I for one find it a way to express myself.&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 02:06:06 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Deep Down</title>
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            <description>Deep down I love, but up high I hate you. You see deep down and know my true feelings. Which means I'm only lying to myself. Because it's so hard to lie to you when you look at me with those beautiful brown eyes. Everything you say to me makes as much sense as life. It makes total sense. I wish I could just kiss you and get it over with. But deep down, I'm too nervous. I love you too much.</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 01:42:28 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Mock Feelings</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;I shed my tears when I think about him, although I get butterflies everytime I see him. He makes me sad, but also happy. I can no longer trust my feelings, as they lie to me. I hate the way I feel when I'm with him, because I don't want to be happy or sad. Feelings that play trick on me, that don't make sense. That lie and decieve me. I hate those feelings I get in my stomach, like I've dry-swallowed a huge pill. Or I've just had a heart attack.&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 01:42:21 +0100</pubDate>
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