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    <title>stfujensen @ 2009-12-20T00:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-20T06:31:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">my life is falling apart all around me and i'm standing in the middle watching it slowly falling in on me. jordan and i got our eviction letter for the apartment, and also got most of the things out of it as well. we think we might have missed out court date. if we are reading it right then we got the eviction letter two days after we were supposed to be at court. the point is...i shouldn't be having to go through this at all. i wish this never would have happened. it's hard to think that the first time you try to move out is such a complete failure. it's not just it doesn't work out with the people or something like that...we're straight getting evicted. owing all this money and fucking up our credit, and it sucks. and then we were staying at jordan's mom's house with her brother living in her bedroom, and look and tessa, then jordan and i on the couch. and jordan's mom,...well, i love her to death but i can't stand her and her uncle g at the same time. they are so hard on jordan...and i know it's because they love him and want him to get off his ass and make something of himself, because he has the potential without a doubt. but the way they go about it is all wrong. jordan's mom drinks too much and that's when she goes off on jordan the most. she is just always bitching and i can't stand it anymore, so i decided to come home. it's taking away a big stress, what with my family not being too happy with me living with jordan and his mom instead of being here with my family, but at the same time it's hurting me because i'm so used to being with jordan every night now and being without him hurts me. i miss him so&amp;nbsp;much when i'm not with him now.
i am no longer in school, about to start working more at kroger so that i can actually make some money, waiting for jordan to finally get his wreck money that he has been waiting on for over a year now, trying to help him find a job, and trying to keep up with the friends that i actually have. and to top it all of, without me, jordan can't do anything. i am his means of transportation.&amp;nbsp;i feel like i have the entire world on my back at this point in my life....
which means things should only go up from here....right??


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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stfujensen:64973</id>
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    <title>save yourself, if nothing else</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T03:33:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-07T03:33:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>keep going by t-pain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">how do i pull myself out of this hole that i am falling deeper and deeper into? my life is becoming a mess. my cell phone bill is $533.58. and do you want to know why? because of people constantly calling my phone for jordan because he's got what they want. there is no way that i can get that much money before the time is up without help. and i have no one to help me. i can't tell my dad because what am i supposed to tell him the reason is for my bill being so high? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;dad, i need to borrow some money... a lot of money actually.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;well, what for??&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;well...you see...jordan ran my phone bill up because he gets a lot of phone calls because ***, and he just doesn't have any money right now because frank used all the rent money to bail his friend out of jail because *** and now we don't even have money for rent, let alone for him to even HELP with my cell phone bill..&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;how do you think that conversation would end? it's impossible...&lt;br /&gt;i had to drop my history class today. i was going to fail it regardless. i just can't handle 15 hours for my first semester at college. i don't even know how to study really. how am i supposed to make it in college? i am grateful that i have my family and close friends to keep pushing me to work harder and not give up. if it weren't for them i would probably work at kroger for the rest of my life, getting my measly 10% discount on kroger items only.&lt;br /&gt;stress is just becoming overwhelming in my life at this point. i feel as though jordan is going nowhere, and so does everyone else. no one has faith in mine and his relationship, so of course that's going to make me question it. i love him so much and do not want to give up on him, but i need to focus on my life too. i need to worry about making my life better and not just put it on pause because his is. i want him to make something of himself if he's wanting to be with me forever. i need a man who can support me and our children, with my help of course. i need to know that the bills will be paid on time. i can't have him thinking that it's okay for everything to be late, because it's not. especially once you're an adult, which we both are now. it's time to grow up and get our shit together. i'm trying, now it's his turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/nlor5g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;and sometimes, when your mind gets going, you just can't seem to get it to stop. it's like never-ending spinning, going around and around, thinking about those things you don't really want to know about yourself. but you can't get it to stop. the thoughts just clog your mind, your every movement. you can't do anything without thinking, and eventually you don't want to think anymore, but really, it's all you've got.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/331j3g2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;i would love to meet people that have their mind straight and don't bring any problems into my life. i want to meet more people that think about the same things that i do. most of all, i want to meet more people with good hearts and good brains.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h257/gillsx/newer/itsmylifefool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stfujensen:64681</id>
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    <title>i need to feel desirable..not like a piece of furniture: something you can sit on</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T05:21:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T05:21:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have been neglecting my writing. i'm finding it harder and harder to be able to do the things that i want to do, when i want to do them. i guess i never fully realized how much time school actually does take up. and i barely even do anything. life is hectic lately. or more, extremely stressful. i hate it. i feel like i'm starting to be depressed again or SOMETHING. i'm blaming it on the stress, but i really don't know. i've been contemplating trying out some kind of medication to help me deal with my anxiety or whatever it is that's wrong with me. but i never end up going to see a therapist because i feel like everytime i go i'm just some whiney bitch in there talking about my &amp;quot;problems&amp;quot;, which aren't really problems at all. at least in other people's eyes that is.&lt;br /&gt;jordan and i are still together. i love him so much. but we fight entirely too much. and i will put most of the blame on me for the arguments. but he doesn't make them any better because when i get mad about something he just continues to argue with me constantly trying to prove that he's right. what i keep trying to tell him, (and for some reason keep failing to get him to understand and don't know how else to get him to see what i'm trying to say), is that you can't argue with someone's feelings. if i'm telling him how i feel, he should console me, or AT LEAST just listen to me without saying anything. but i feel like he just argues with me instead. and it really hurts me and just makes me stress out even more. i would never want to break up with him, but things are just so hard lately with him. i know that once we make it through this we can make it through anything. we will be moving in together soon, so i sure hope that i'm right at least.&lt;br /&gt;even though there are plenty of other things that i could update on, i'm feeling like going to bed now. i never go to sleep earlier anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/4szmme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do just as well. You just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.&amp;quot; -Bill Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/650oep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;this is what i know about love: that it is tested everyday, and what is not renewed is lost. one either chooses to care more or to care less. once their choice is to care less, there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/nnpdg7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;the thing is, while we are all full of insecurities,&amp;nbsp;mine might just be a little different. i just need to know that you love me as much as i love you. and that if you had to choose, you'd pick me over any other girl in the world.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2qkky8g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>stfujensen @ 2009-07-28T01:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-28T06:23:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-28T06:23:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;i've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. i've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled christmas tree lights. i've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. i've learned that making a &amp;quot;living&amp;quot; is not the same thing as making a &amp;quot;life.&amp;quot; i've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. i've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. i've learned that whenever i decide something with an open heart, i usually make the right decision. i've learned that even when i have pains, i don't have to be one. i've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. people love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. i've learned that i still have a lot to learn. i've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;maya angelou &lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>stfujensen @ 2009-07-21T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T06:07:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T06:07:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's been almost a month since i've written. a whoollleee lot of stuff has happened. jordan and i are still together but let's just say that we've already been through a hell of a lot in this past month. we've done a lot a lot of stuff together too. we might be getting a puppy :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and a place together. and we're going to texas in like, a week. i still haven't told my dad. i need to soon. i don't really feel like doing this right now. i'll update some other time.</content>
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    <title>stfujensen @ 2009-06-26T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-26T06:17:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-26T06:17:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so as of monday, june 22, jordan wood and i officially became boyfriend and girlfriend :) i know that i just recently met him but there's just something about him that i'm so very drawn too. and i knew i was almost ready for a relationship, that i just had to wait until the right guy came along, and he's that right guy. he treats me with so much respect, he's cute, he makes me laugh, he's the most interesting person i've ever met. i learn something new about him everyday. he's had a kind of hard life, but that's what's made him who he is today, which is someone that i'm liking a whole lot already. the only thing is that i'm not sure if i can fully trust him yet. he understands and is willing to do whatever to make me trust him...but i just don't know. supposedly he had been trying to get with haley but i don't think he was...yet it still bothers me. i'm not sure why, but i hate it. i don't know...right now i'm just trying not to even let it bother me and not care, because then that means there's no way that i can get hurt. i don't want to get hurt again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x61.xanga.com/13ef4a4243235246380475/z194780586.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://xc2.xanga.com/2c0e5b6568035246578315/z185697510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>i have nothing to offer anyone, except my own confusion</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T20:41:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T17:18:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have no idea what i want anymore. i've been talking to daniel for a little while now and i do like him. i like to talk to him and stuff. he's really sweet and i can tell he'd be a good boyfriend. but i don't want a boyfriend. or i don't want him to be my boyfriend..i don't really know which it is to be honest. i can't say that if a guy came along and i was really feeling him that i wouldn't be in a relationship with him. so that's why i don't know if it's just him...or if i really don't want one. it's not chase either i can tell you that. i don't really want to even hang out with him. i'm not saying that to be mean..it's just that i'm not into him. and there's this guy named jordan (i think i've talked about him before actually), and i'm really into him actually. but it's weird with him. everything is confusing. i'm not sure where his life is going or if he's even good for me. he told me he likes me and is liking getting to know me, and i'm liking getting to know him too. but he's had a pretty crazy life. he's gotten into quite a bit of trouble and stuff. but he's realllyy interesting, and he likes me. and he's cute. and i have to say i'm liking him more than daniel right now at this point. and i don't know what to do about it because i don't want to hurt daniel. i can't just tell him that i don't want to talk to him anymore, because i'd feel really mean. and i do like him, i just like jordan more. i just don't know what to do. i know if i keep lying to him that this is all going to come back and bite me in the ass and i'll be alone and unhappy. but that's what&amp;nbsp;i am now anyways. sometimes i just want to tell every guy that tries to talk to me that i'm not interested at all. sometimes i just don't want anything to do with guys. maybe i do just need to be by myself. but i'd feel like a complete bitch for leading daniel on the way i have...i just don't know how to turn around from where i'm at with him. i don't know how to erase everything i've said. i hate hurting people. i don't see how guys can do it so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2pozcqg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;rsquo;t put your faith in my heart, I will only let you down&lt;br /&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t let your love grow too deep, I don&amp;rsquo;t think I&amp;rsquo;ll be around.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>it's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true</title>
    <published>2009-06-13T18:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-13T18:38:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, on monday i went with tabby to get her tattoo on her ribs. it's a quote from the wizard of oz. it says, &amp;quot;hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.&amp;quot; i love it. it looks really cute, and he did an excellent job on it. after that i stayed the night at moms house, and sidney came over too and we smoked. we also watched the movie slumdog millionare. it is basically my favorite movie now. it's really sad, but still a very good movie. then on tuesday i hung out with chelsea and smoked and then hung out with sidney. on wednesday i finally got to hang out with daniel. and brett bochette hung out with us too. it was pretty fun. we were just hanging out in the green hills church parking lot. then thursday chase and his step brother stopped by and we smoked for my birthday present from chase. ha. and yesterday was my 19th birthday. i went and ate lunch at some mexican restuarant with mom, then drove all the way back home to find sidney's makeup that she left over here. then went all the way out to moms house to meet up with tabby, then drove alll the way to 12th avenue south, which is basically downtown, and got two more tattoos :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i got my elephant on the side of my left leg, and trust in japanese on my right wrist. but the only thing is...it doesn't look like my left wrist. they're different fonts i guess you could say. trust is thinner than fate. it kind of bothers me, but the guy and everyone else says it doesn't look bad...so whatever. i just wanted them to look just alike. it would have looked a lot better, but it's too late now.. sidney met us up there, then when we left we went back to moms house and chelsea met us there. then we all went back to sidney's apartment, smoked, then left and went to eat chili's. we were all a little high and we all act super goofy when we are, so we were kind of making a scene in chili's, but we didn't really care. after that we just went back to sidney's apartment where we just smoked the rest of the night. olivia and korie came over for a while (they're sidney's friends that i know), and then mikee came over and smoked a blunt with us for my birthday. after that chelsea, tabby, and mikee left. so sidney and i watched some tv, then went back to her room and basically just passed out. not a lot of people remembered it was my birthday... kind of makes me feel not important...but whatever. i'm going to try to not think about it. i'm going to hang out with the family today and granna and papa's, then later dad is taking me out to eat. and i think i might hang out with daniel later tonight. we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x15.xanga.com/1fbe77f060635245863701/z183399978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>stfujensen @ 2009-06-08T02:39:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T07:47:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T07:47:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tonight was weird as hell. right now i'm high...really high. after work i went over to marks and him and i smoked in his hot tub. i got sooo high. he's been feeling sick lately so being hot in there, and high, made him throw up. then hearing him throw up made me throw up. i've been feeling pretty nauseous lately. i'm not sure what it is. well, i didn't even really throw up. it was all stomach acid because i hadn't really eaten anything today. and i think my lack of sleep also has something to do wtih me not feeling so well. i'm actually exhausted, but i wanted to write this down so i could remember it. i remember feeling sooo light headed. i've never felt that messed up in my life. i couldn't control it. i felt like i was going to die. i could feel my skin burning. i didn't like it at all. it seems like this shit was laced with something. but it couldn't be unless only parts are, because we smoked a blunt of it wayy this morning and i didn't get like that at all. it's probably just me being exhausted. i think that's what it is. i am sooo high right now. my head is so heavy and my eyes are basically closed. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to eat and pass out.</content>
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    <title>i'm taking all the right turns on the wrong roads</title>
    <published>2009-06-07T20:04:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-07T20:04:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night was insane. every time i hang out with haley is insane actually. i worked until eleven, and since SOMEONE bailed out on getting me some, i wasn't even going to get to smoke..but then haley called me and told me she was going to be chillin' with jordan (who lives with corey and this guy named r.j., but seems to be nothing like them), and invited me to come. so i did. when i got there he wasn't there, and shaggy called haley. he was coming home from work so we were going to chill with him too i guess. so he got there with corey (who stayed sitting in the car, like a weird ass) and we were just sitting on the porch talking, then we had to go get gas. after that we ended up going to get jordan, just to tell him he had to get out of the car while we went and got the green. that was an adventure, let me tell you. i'm not going to mention anyones real names, but we met this guy....we'll call him...will. he's a big black guy. and to everyone else he probably does look scary as hell. he's super big into snorting powder too. but to us, he was really nice. he liked us he said. he's gotten into some crazy shit though, and is super paranoid. he wouldn't even tell us his last name or anything. it's understandable though. he raps too. he knows some big rappers (i forget which ones though). then after we dropped him back off we went back and got jordan. we smoked and drove around. then went on &amp;quot;a mission&amp;quot; (shaggy was soooo faded) at walmart, at three in the morning. let's just say people were staring a little. we were probably a sight to see. i can just imagine it: 4 kids, high as hell, walking around walmart, not even getting anything, not even really looking at anything. just walking and then walking out. then we sat in the walmart parking lot for literally like, an hour. just sitting there. then we left and went back to pookies. shaggy just went home becuase he was super tired. and jordan, haley, and i sat in haley's car. smoked some more and drove back roads from hermitage to lebanon then alllll the way back. it seemed like the longest ride ever. jordan has to be one of the most interesting people i've ever met. i'm really really attracted to him. it sucks because he's into haley. but it's whatever.&amp;nbsp; anyways, i guess i could mention some stuff about him so i'll remember what he's like.. he went to mcgavock and used to live in mt. juliet, used to work at target, lived in other states. he used to do meth, but isn't anymore, thank god. he's done a lottt of stuff. i don't feel like talking about him anymore. after we dropped him off at his house we went back to pookies and passed out. then i woke up and came home. today i work and then afterwards i'm going to mark's to smoke and get in his hot tub! i love hot tubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how guys try to talk to a girl. something about the way they do it makes me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/TMmdzWTBLnuhjz9ekQCVj2y1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&amp;quot;The advantage of a bad memory is that one can enjoy the same good things for the first time several times.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&amp;quot;I wanted to tell him that I will never be sorry for loving him. That in a way I still do- that maybe I always will. I&amp;rsquo;ll never regret one single thing we did together because what we had was very special. Maybe if we were ten years older it would have worked out differently. Maybe.&amp;quot; -Forever by Judy Blume&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>i know one day my best will be enough</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T06:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T06:43:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm actually not in the mood to do this, but i know that i need to. otherwise, i'll forget it all. ahhh the joys of smoking marijuana. speaking of, i'm not even high right now. it sucks really bad.&lt;br /&gt;sidney and i have been hanging out a lot more again lately. i'm glad. she's the one friend that i know will always be there. even when we go a while without talking, even if we get in an argument. we'll always be there for each other. and i really think we'll always be best friends. &lt;br /&gt;i had to go to customs tuesday and wednesday. it was okay. i met some girl named andrea. she was nice. that's all i really have to say about that though. it wasn't very interesting. sidney helped me with my schedule. it will be okay i guess. i'm trying not to really think about school right now. it's going to be weird once it starts though. &lt;br /&gt;tuesday was centrals graduation. sidney and i went to it. then afterwards we smoked and then hung out with corbin and i drank some. we actually got really fucked up. nothing happened of course, but it was really fun. i'd say that corbin is my best guy friend for sure. i really like hanging out with him and i just think we're actual friends. he's not just one of those guys that only talks to girls when he wants to get with them. thank god. but yeah, we got pretty fucked up. then the next day i smoked with taylor. i got sooo high. and the weird thing is that we only smoked two bowls. it was out of his new pipe that he got. i can even say that i probably shouldn't have been driving. it was raining and stuff. i've never been so high that i saw things, but i was last night. when the rain hit the pavement i swear to god it looked like little frogs. so weird! and when i was sitting in the spot that nicole and i used to smoke at i swear&amp;nbsp;i kept seeing something in the woods that looked like a flashlight. i was trippin somethin crazy i swear..&lt;br /&gt;today i went and hung out with haley. and the neighbor that lives next door came over and was talking to us. he's 22, and his name is shaggy. he was drunk and high, and hilarious. and he seems like a really nice guy, just bad into drugs and stuff. he just got out of jail not long ago. he was in there for like, a year. and he told us about this time that he was on oc's and robbed a gas station. he didn't take money though...he took allll their chips. i was thinking, &amp;quot;WHAT THE FUCK? chips??&amp;quot;. but haley told me that when you take those it makes you do shit like that. i've never really fucked with pills enough to know that. he helped us find some weed, and then his friend corey came over, and we all smoked together. they are some crazy guys i swear. dude for real carries a gun with him alll the time. he showed shaggy some rag thing in his pocket with blood on it, and told him something that haley and i couldn't here. they're crazy as hell. i'm not sure if i could hang out with them all the time. it sucks though 'cause they're pretty cool guys. i just don't need to let myself get into stuff like that. they're hardcore motherfuckers i swear. i've never met anyone like them before. hahaha. it was a pretty funny experience. then what sucked was that shaggy is all trying to talk to me now and stuff. i wish he wouldn't have crossed that line. i'd rather him just be cool with me and be friends, not trying to get with me. it always makes things more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of talking to people, this guy, daniel, that i went to school with...well, i guess we're talking. idk...not sure if i really want to call it that right now. maybe after we go on a date or something. we've really just been talking so far. he seems really nice though. but then again, so do most guys. we'll just see what happens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/orjjgz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>oh shit, shake that ass ma, move it like a gypsy</title>
    <published>2009-06-01T05:28:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-01T05:28:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>swing by savage</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today, daniel and travis came into kroger. it was awkward. i pretended i didn't see them,&amp;nbsp;and i guess they did the same. i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/lucky_dux/more/even%20more/you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is one of those nights where i miss having a boyfriend. i just miss someone holding my hand and hugging me and thinking to text me right when he gets off work because he's missed talking to me. i miss the cuddling. just the little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm high as hell right now. mmm. i really need to slow down though, being for real. it took my two bowls tonight to get high. what the fuck? two bowls. that's too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/lucky_dux/more/z181852613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes &amp;quot;Awww!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Jack Kerouac&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>and i'm the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T06:27:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T06:27:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gettin' Money by Chris V</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the past week and a half has basically been one big blur. last monday, the day that i updated, i was with tabby and sidney. that day was so weird. when i got to sidney's everything was going okay. we got all of rob's stuff together and we were going to throw it all over his yard. but then some drama happened with her roomates and tabby came over and we were all going to smoke but we couldn't at the time so we had to wait and then tabby and i left for a while and then we eventually came back and smoked and i stayed at sidney's. then the next day i left and went to my moms house for the first time in like, a month. i swear i can be such a horrible daughter sometimes. i'd rather get fucked up with friends than see my mother once a week. whatever, i don't want to dwell on that right now. then, on wednesday, i worked. and then after work taylor and i smoked together. then thursday i think i hung out with haley before work and smoked, then after work i hung out with corbin and smoked. that friday i hung out with bret for a while, before work. then after work i smoked with mark and alan hilton. friday i worked and hung out with sidney, and then went and smoked with taylor and a few of his friends. then sunday i went to the zoo with my family. it was fun, except that it was pretty muggy and hot outside. and also a little rainy. i got to meet kayden's new girlfriend. she's a nice girl. and we got to see the elephants! except it was from far away, so that was a little disappointing. then i had to go to work until ten thirty, and afterwards i smoked with mark and alan again. then i drove all the way out to murfreesboro to hang out with corbin at his cousins house to drink and smoke.&amp;nbsp; WELL, my car decided to break down. actually, it decided to overheat, and let me blow an intake gasket. i made it litterally RIGHT to his driveway. not in his driveway, RIGHT before it. then the next morning i didn't even make it to the interstate before i had to get my dad to come get me because it was overheating again.&amp;nbsp; i did have fun at corbin's cousins house. we were pretty fucked up. i remember one part of the night where all of a sudden we were outiside with hotdogs on the grill. it was so weird. i didn't even remember discussing that we were hungry. corbin was so fucked up he didn't even remember over half of the night the next morning. but it was fun :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;monday was memorial day...i went over to sidney's house and we layed out for a little while and then went to the store for her mom. we just hung out at her house most of the day until ten and then we went and smoked with taylor when he got off work. she just ended up staying the night with me because it was convenient.&amp;nbsp; the next day i hung out with chelsea for a little while and we smoked. then the rest of the day i spent at home. it was horribly boring. i'm definitely not used to sitting around at home for long periods of time. it was torture. &lt;br /&gt;thursday i worked, and after workd taylor and i smoked again.&amp;nbsp; today i finally hung out with haley again.. we smoked and went to the dam with jordin. i like jordin. i think we could be really good friends. it sucks that she's moving to virginia really soon. her husband lives there. (he's in the military. they basically just got married for the money. they love each other but i'm sure they would have waited longer, had it not been for the money issue.) after they dropped me off, chelsea came and got me and we smoked and went to target, then i came home. &lt;br /&gt;my car is fixed now. my dad picked it up today. i'm happy. getting rides from people is weird for me. i would hate to have to do it all the time. i would definitely not like being a bum and not having a job or anything. i don't really enjoy having to depend on other people. i guess i am a little more independant than i thought i was. i think my &amp;quot;addiction&amp;quot; to pot is getting a little out of hand. but i really don't want to stop, or even slow down. i just see that it's getting bad, but i don't really seem to care too much. maybe i will soon. hopefully i will, because i can't be smoking this much once i'm in school. i'd never get anywhere with that. i'm going to go smoke now, then i'll come back and add pictures and maybe some quotes. whatever i feel like doing since i'll be high as hell. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x8f.xanga.com/73cf302117d30244205921/b193287823.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Imagine you go away on a business trip one day and when you come back home your children have grown and you never made your wife moan. And people make you nervous. You&amp;rsquo;d think the world is ending. And everybody&amp;rsquo;s features have somehow started blending.&amp;nbsp;Everything is plastic and everyone&amp;rsquo;s sarcastic. And all your food is frozen. It needs to be defrosted. You&amp;rsquo;d think the world was ending. Well, maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee and never ever watch the ten o&amp;rsquo;clock news. Maybe you should kiss someone nice. Or lick a rock. Or both.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x58.xanga.com/e7bf252a13531243733074/b190912024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The world may never know the truth about your life, and that's because they don't care too. But when you find the ones who want to know every detail of your life, they're the ones to keep. They're the ones who keep you alive.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2iurepi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&amp;quot;I want to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x30.xanga.com/fc5e06fa71630244423106/z183953273.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&amp;quot;now you see me, now you don&amp;rsquo;t. &lt;br /&gt;now you say you love me, pretty soon you won&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>blah blah blah shuuuut up</title>
    <published>2009-05-10T05:07:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-10T05:07:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. WHAT IS THE FULL NAME OF YOUR EX? &lt;br /&gt;james ethan duke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN DID YOU MEET? &lt;br /&gt;in the fourth grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HOW OLD WERE YOU THEN? &lt;br /&gt;um...9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHEN DID YOU START GOING OUT? &lt;br /&gt;we started dating on new years of '08. like, when it was turning '08. then we started officially dating in early february i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DID YOU NOTICE FIRST ABOUT THEM? &lt;br /&gt;honestly? i was in the fourth grade...&lt;br /&gt;i guess when i was older and when we started dating what attracted me to him was his quietness but not at the same time. and his looks of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU TALKED ABOUT THE FIRST TIME YOU MET? &lt;br /&gt;hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHEN DID YOU BREAK UP? &lt;br /&gt;august of '08 officially. but we tried to get back together in october but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHO BROKE UP WITH WHO? &lt;br /&gt;he broke up with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHY DID YOU BREAK UP? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;school&amp;quot;. it's way more complicated than that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. HOW SERIOUS WAS THE RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i would say it was pretty serious...but i guess not that serious if he wanted to end it just like that. there's so many things i could question but i won't let myself anymore because there's no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW LONG HAD YOU BEEN TOGETHER THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED? &lt;br /&gt;we kissed while we were still just dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ...FRENCH KISSED? &lt;br /&gt;i think it was still while we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ...MADE OUT? &lt;br /&gt;same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. ...HAD SEX?&lt;br /&gt;well, we tried on march 20th, but then the first REAL time we had sex was the 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DID YOU LOVE HIM/HER? &lt;br /&gt;very much so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DID HE/SHE LOVE YOU? &lt;br /&gt;he said he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU STILL FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT THEM? &lt;br /&gt;no, but i will always love him a little, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 DID YOU TRUST THEM? &lt;br /&gt;i did until the very end of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DID YOU EVER CHEAT ON THEM? &lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. DID THEY EVER CHEAT ON YOU? &lt;br /&gt;i hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE BEST PART OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP? &lt;br /&gt;he was my BEST friend. he was the only person who has ever made me love myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT WAS THE WORST? &lt;br /&gt;my trust issues and anxiety problems messed a lot of things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WERE YOU GOOD TO EACH OTHER? &lt;br /&gt;i think we were pretty great to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTE OF THEIRS? &lt;br /&gt;honestly? i loved everything about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. HOW ABOUT NON-PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES? &lt;br /&gt;like i said before, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DID THEY SMOKE, DO DRUGS, DRINK? HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT IT? &lt;br /&gt;he didn't do any of those through basically our whole relationship. he would drink occasionally but it was verryyy rare. and now? well, who knows what he does now. a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU REGRET ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP? &lt;br /&gt;i usually say i don't regret things, but maybe i regret the way i handled things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. IF SO, WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;read above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. GIVEN THE CHOICE, WOULD YOU DO IT ALL AGAIN? &lt;br /&gt;no. i would never put myself through that again. the pain was more than i could handle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A GOOD MEMORY: &lt;br /&gt;everytime we went to the lake. just hanging out at his dads house. how he would always drive slow in the beginning of our relationship, and for some reason i liked it, even though i didn't with anyone else. prom night. graduation night. etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. AND A BAD ONE: &lt;br /&gt;the fights. him telling me to my face he didn't love me anymore. the way he looked at me while i was crying my eyes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. DO YOU HATE YOUR EX NOW? &lt;br /&gt;no, i don't hate him. i hate what he did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WOULD YOU TAKE THEM BACK? &lt;br /&gt;more than likely not. like i said before, i will never put myself through that pain again, and i know it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HOW IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP NOW? (STILL FRIENDS? NOT TALKING? HATING EACH OTHER?) &lt;br /&gt;as far as i know, he HATES me. or i just don't exist to him. probably the latter actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP RIGHT NOW? &lt;br /&gt;i'm not.</content>
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    <title>reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs</title>
    <published>2009-05-08T07:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-08T07:14:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there is seriously something wrong with me. i was planning on just making this a short post with quotes and pictures..but now that i think about it, i have a lot to say an no one to say it to. i feel so messed up. i saw ethan tonight. i knew it would happen eventually, that we would see each other...but i didn't think it would be in the kroger parking lot, him sitting in his dads car while his dad and sister are inside, and him sitting in the car becuase he doesn't want to chance seeing me. that hurts when i read that...whatever. it was so awkward. and i'm so stupid for what i did on cinco de mayo. i'm so stupid for having to be fucked up everyday. i'm so stupid for even talking to marshall because he deserves so much better than me and i don't want to lead him on but i don't need a relationship right now in this time of my life. i can't even deal with myself, let alone another person. i can't even love myself, how am i supposed to let someone else love me? let alone let myself love them. it's not fair to him. i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs42/300W/f/2009/125/e/b/NewAGe_16_by_Sodapop77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&amp;quot;My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn&amp;rsquo;t write, and in the songs I didn&amp;rsquo;t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x2a.xanga.com/af1f957763d30242216590/b184624832.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind&amp;rsquo;s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x85.xanga.com/542e270155635242216588/b182875583.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;how you knew that you were loved,&lt;br /&gt;but couldn&amp;rsquo;t find someone to love you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://xe5.xanga.com/24ff0b0738530240316866/b190173134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there&amp;rsquo;s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there&amp;rsquo;s a why. Maybe somewhere there&amp;rsquo;s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/LaurensLame/owl-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>i'm just a fucked up girl looking for my own piece of mind</title>
    <published>2009-05-06T20:59:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T05:15:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday was cinco de mayo. and i did what i said i was going to do. i went over to my sisters, and got drunk and high. well, i met her at her roomates marrissa's work, which is a golf course, so there was a bunch of old men there. and we drank a little. casey was already messed up because she had taken half of a xanax bar the night before and passed out and was still feeling it, plus she had already been drinking some. i drank two glasses of pineapple and cranberry with vodka. i'm not a beer kind of girl, so i went for that instead. then after that we went back to the apartment and were supposed to go eat mexican then come back and get drunk. (oh, all the people that we were with: casey, me, jessica tolley, josh witticker (sp?), pete (the neighbor who borrows &amp;quot;sugar&amp;quot; from my sister&amp;quot;), and his two friends that he was in the army with. one was a guy who they called la'gay because that's his last name, and the other was misty. her husband and her were good friends with those guys, and her husband died recently. it's so sad. and then some guy named ... well, i don't remember his name. but he lives in those apartments too and knows those people. who was a nerd, but a cute nerd, and he was starting to flirt with me in the hot tub but nothing ended up happening. anyways, we were at the apartment and decided to smoke and just go get some tequila and chill in the hot tub. so we did. it took forever because we had to go so many places, but in the end it was fun. we chilled in the hot tub for a while, then went and smoked some more, then we went back out to the hot tub. we jumped in the pool too like idiots because we were drunk and high and wanted to have fun. it was cold, but worth it. josh and jessica were flirting a lot but jessica didn't want to mess around with him because my sister has before. they've supposedly gone through a lot together sexual wise, i guess. anyways, we finally went back up to the room after i've drank a whole glass of a margarita, which had a whole bottle of tequila poured into it, and then a whole glass of this drink called &amp;quot;sicilian kiss&amp;quot;, which was good as hell, but strong. casey passed right out when we got to the apartment. all that was left was me, josh, and jessica. well, jessica passed out. and josh and i were watching pineapple express and smoking, and we started messing around. we ended up having sex. he's almost 26, has been in jail, who knows how many people he's had sex with. i am horribly angry with myself. but it felt good. i was talking to sidney about how ...or was it chelsea? about how i like to have sex. what's wrong with it? guys can do it, so can i dammit. it's not fair that girls are whores if they have sex with people. i've only had sex with five guys now. i'm nowhere near half of my friends even. so i don't think i'm doing so bad. i'm trying to live my life to the fullest and do what i want. if i'm not happy right now, that's okay. i'm a fucking wreck. but i don't care. it's how i'm supposed to be. this is my life and i've just got to ride it out and things will turn out the way they're supposed to in the end. and i will be happy. i've been seriously thinking about thinking about joining the airforce. dad has been bugging the shit out of me for the longest time saying it will be a great experience and they pay for college and blah blah. and the traveling and the people i will meet! i really want to think about it...but at the same time i'm just not sure if i could do it. if i could leave everybody. i know it's not forever but for some reason that kind of stuff has always bothered me. i'm not sure why. i need to experience things outside of freaking mt juliet tn. or just tennesse in general. i want to see things! i've got one time to do this. one life.&amp;nbsp;i want to live it to the fucking fullest! i think i'm going to consider it...my dad will get a kick out of this. i think everyone will. it's definitely not like me to do. i really must be fucked up in the head now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn&amp;rsquo;t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you&amp;rsquo;re alive.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;-Running With Scissors</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stfujensen:60466</id>
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    <title>why can't i feel anything from anyone other than you?</title>
    <published>2009-05-04T05:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-04T05:01:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate how i miss ethan still sometimes. i don't really know why i do either, when i know that he doesn't even think about me. oh well....&amp;nbsp; i'm tired of thinking of this. i think it's time to go get high and pass out, wake up, smoke with haley, and then go to my moms house. then tuesday is cinco de mayo and i'm hanging out with casey and maybe chelsea will come out there and we're going to get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/wvc1lf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&amp;quot;If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels; &amp;amp; if you haven't, you can't possibly imagine it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;A Series Of Unfortunate Events&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;quot;There hasn't been one day since you left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;where I haven't fought the urge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;to put you back in my life.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/11l35le.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;Look, I know this sucks for you because of him and I want to be there for you, I do, but I can't do this anymore. I can't keep being your second choice - not when you're my first. &lt;br /&gt;[Everwood]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&amp;quot;It's like no matter how much I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;I can never be busy enough. Even if&lt;br /&gt;there's a minute for me to stop and think,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be all that fills my head and&lt;br /&gt;then it just starts to hurt again.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/alhses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I miss you, when something really good happens, you&amp;rsquo;re the &lt;br /&gt;first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something &lt;br /&gt;is troubling me, you&amp;rsquo;re the only one who would&amp;rsquo;ve understand. Because &lt;br /&gt;I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you&amp;rsquo;re the only one who could make &lt;br /&gt;me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don&amp;rsquo;t know where we &lt;br /&gt;went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&amp;quot;It's an interesting time in your life because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;you're trying to act older and mature, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;but you really have no idea what you're doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;You're scared, and it's okay to be scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;It's okay to not know completely what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;or what you should be doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;and to stumble a little bit.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x16.xanga.com/eb4f421501d32241533275/b189477905.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did &lt;br /&gt;thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think. I&amp;rsquo;ve thought &lt;br /&gt;myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;-Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/4v3e53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to have a room somewhat similar to this in my house someday.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stfujensen:60317</id>
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    <title>i am in love</title>
    <published>2009-04-23T07:18:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-23T07:18:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>winter by plastic hotels</lj:music>
    <content type="html">with marijuana. mary-jane. mmmmmm love love love love love love love x's infinity. if you could be addicted to it, i would be. i think i am actually. mentally, you know? and i love it soo much. i don't know what i would do without it. it's amazing and makes me feel wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'M HIGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;ahhhhh i feel so good. this music is amazing. i just feel so relaxed. everything is relaxed and slow and chillllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you, mary. one love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/263d7nt.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/wi4w7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/10gwqx2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/30jmudu.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/358qx3d.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 275px" alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2dlok5u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2elf5vc.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/osv5ap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 298px" alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/razswn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/23ius7q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so high and this looks beautiful :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs43/300W/i/2009/111/4/8/P_r_o_g_r_e_s_s_by_ssconi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want a guy to say this to me lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;But anyway I think you're bionic. And I don't think you're beautiful..I think you're beyond it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/mkaas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/zy80ls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/dhczg9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2ldhnxw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/15n9f6g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/jjxron.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/10hrlh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/vyp2bm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/kco2v5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/21edtf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/bjcykh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/imrktg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>i was more addicted to self destruction than to the drugs themselves</title>
    <published>2009-04-21T21:55:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-21T21:55:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm not sure what my mood is today. i'm pretty damn bored right now. chelsea is in florida, nicole hasn't talked to me since yesterday, i feel like being friends with sidney is becoming too difficult, i don't really have anything to talk to tabby about, and haley...well, we usually just talk when we hang out. i'm going to marshall's later...that's about it. then i work tomorrow and thursday, then saturday. i just feel blah right now. kind of like my mind wants to be sad, but it can't for some reason, so i feel nothing and i'm really just super BORED. ughhh. this is annoying. well, here's this just because i'm bored and have nothing better to dooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/15gowtw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it &amp;mdash; I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know &amp;mdash; but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++Virginia Satir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/5otd8j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&amp;quot;We are not the same person this year as last - nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2iuvriu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times"&gt;&amp;quot;love is how you treat someone all day, every day.&lt;br /&gt;not just when your life is going well.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2ypj3fs.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We fight mainly for one&amp;nbsp;reason. Cause when you fight&amp;nbsp;you truely&amp;nbsp;find out how much&amp;nbsp;you`re willing to take&amp;nbsp;before you break. &amp;amp; when you break&amp;nbsp;you need to see if that other&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;truly cares&amp;nbsp;enough to make everything&amp;nbsp;okay again; cause without&amp;nbsp;fighting,&amp;nbsp;liars&amp;nbsp;of love&amp;nbsp;could be walking&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;over&amp;nbsp;the place.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/15q2p2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;#39;Verdana&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&amp;quot;Don't worry about me, my hearts not broken&amp;nbsp;anymore. You should be worrying about yourself. Because as far as I can see, you're still an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Verdana&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi"&gt;asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/30m7tox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font face="Abadi MT Condensed Light"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He&amp;nbsp;might&amp;nbsp;be everything to you now,&lt;br /&gt;but when he walks out on you,&lt;br /&gt;you still have your best&amp;nbsp;to kick him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; strip him when he's trying&amp;nbsp;to stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Remember that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2mcekxw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stfujensen:59806</id>
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    <title>4 2 0 !</title>
    <published>2009-04-21T07:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-21T07:28:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fold it up by more amor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2588138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the best day of the year. last night i went with tabby to her boyfriend mikee's birthday party at his friend mike's house. it was crazy. tabby and i were the only girls there besides this one other girl who wasn't even there the full time. we got SO high. like, the highest i've ever been i'm sure. there was sixteen blunts in the least i think. actually, there was 21 at least and maybe a couple more, then i don't even know how many bowls they were passing around. i got so high i had to start passing it up towards the end. we lit our last blunt and bowl at four twenty this morning, finished smoking that, then everyone started passing out. i ended up passing out on the couch and this guy was at the end of it so i didn't sleep too well all crouched up at one end. i had most of the couch anyways because i was laying down and he was sitting, but still. it was really uncomfortable, so sleeping tonight will be a hell of a lot better. i'm wondering if this is even making any sense. i just like the way it looks when the words i'm typing take up more and more of the page. the longer the writing gets, the better it is. that's my opinion about it for some reason. i've noticed lately that i'm like that. it's weird. anyways, so after passing out around five something in the morning (after some guy who i found out today has a girlfriend was trying to hit on me, then stopped because tabby and mikee pointed it out to him. it was funny but awkward at the same time.) we ended up waking up around eleven something. smoked another blunt and a bowl, then went and ate sonic, then we all left and i came home. when i got home i just passed out four like an hour and a half. then woke up because i kept getting calls and texts right after the other, and then i couldn't go back to sleep. so i answered when haley called so i could go hang out with her and smoke some more. when i got to the house jenifer lyles (this girl who was actually in a class with haley and i but we never talked to her then) was pulling in too. i didn't know she was going to be there so it was a suprise. but we all got super high, then we went and ate at fucking red lobster. but it wasn't too expensive because since haley and jenifer both work there we all got discounts. what i got actually wasn't that good, but i was high so it was okay. then we went back to pookies and smoked some more and took a few pictures that i'm too high to upload right now. but i'll probably post them up sometime.&amp;nbsp; then jenifer left and then haley and i smoked a tiny bit more but i had to stop myself since i had to come home. now i'm home and after i finish this i'm going to go pass the fuck out and it's going to be amazing. tomorrow i'm hanging out with marshall. then i really need to see when i work this week. i'm not sure why i'm typing out what i'm doing for the week. i'm mostly just rambling so i can keep typing and making this longer even though my hands are starting to hurt and get tired and i want to stop, so i'm going to do that now. peace my niggaaaas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://xda.xanga.com/896f3a6260533240558553/b190383833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://xda.xanga.com/896f3a6260533240558553/b190383833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://xda.xanga.com/896f3a6260533240558553/b190383833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://xda.xanga.com/896f3a6260533240558553/b190383833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stfujensen:59596</id>
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    <title>the only reason i hate you now is because i loved you then</title>
    <published>2009-04-19T18:24:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-19T18:24:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm not sure if i ever mentioned this, but nicole and i had stopped being friends for maybe two weeks. maybe three, i'm not for certain. we're friends again, but i can tell how much she puts kade before me. it's understandable a little because for some stupid reason most girls do that anyways, but she's doing it ridiculously. it almost seems as if she's obsessed with him. he treats her like shit and she loves him sooo much. just because he's being sweet now doesn't mean it's going to last and she knows it. he does it all the time, and she believes him every time. having a child with him is only a good excuse to a certain extent. it's way beyond that point now. he might as well not even be the father anyways, so she basically can't use that excuse at all. and when i say that i mean that he never sees kayden, never does anything for him, the only thing he did was donate his sperm, and he didn't even do that really willingly thinking that a child would come from it. we all know that. he's too imature and stupid to have a child. i'm starting to think that the things i'm saying are a little harsh, so i'm going to stop myself here because i feel bad, even though i shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; the point of all of this is that yes, nicole and i are friends again, but i can tell the difference. i'm starting to question why she even apologized in the first place, because i keep getting the vibe that things are weird between us and i keep feeling paranoid that she's using me, even though i don't know what i have to offer that someone could use me for. i just feel like she doesn't really care that much about our friendship. but why should i feel that way when she was the one who came to me apologizing? i shouldn't, but i do. i feel like nicole and i are at our best when her and kade aren't doing good. that's sad. it's really sad that she can't balance the two out, but that's the way she is. and i've known that for all the 8 years i've been best friends with her. i've known it, and i've stuck around. in the end, it's my own fault for feeling like shit when she ditches me or ignores me or chooses kade over me. but i do have to point out that who has been there for her EVERY SINGLE TIME that kade has hurt her in any way, to listen to her rant and cry and say how that's it, no more...i have. i've been there every time. to listen to her, to give her advice, a shoulder to cry on. or just to get high with so we can forget all the shit we've been going through. i have. i've been there when he chose not to be. when he's decided that he's getting tired of her, or she's getting on his nerves, or just when he wants to be an asshole for no reason, i've always been there. and yet she still chooses him over me. when the day comes that he really doesn't want anything to do with her anymore, and that's it, it's really over, who will be there? will i be there then? i can't say for certain, but i probably will be. when he's gone from her life (not completely, hopefully, and i'm only saying that because of kayden) and she doesn't have him around,&amp;nbsp;i'll still be there, just&amp;nbsp;like i always have. and whether or not she'll realize&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;that i've done for her and be grateful for it, i really can't say. i'm not sure she's ever&amp;nbsp;chosen to see it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;now, on to sidney. i think i've mentioned that i haven't been&amp;nbsp;talking to her much lately. we're drifting apart,&amp;nbsp;and i know she sees it. i&amp;nbsp;know she knows her ignoring me and ditching me has bothered me, and i&amp;nbsp;also know that she doesn't care.&amp;nbsp;well sidney, if it doesn't bother you, please don't come to me when you and rob are having problems. she texted me last night telling me about rob cuddling with another girl while he was drunk. i was there for her of course, but i probably shouldn't have been. why should i care anymore? has she been there for me lately? does she know ANYTHING that's going on in my life anymore? does she even care to? no. she doesn't. because if she did she would have made an effort. and the excuse &amp;quot;phones go both ways&amp;quot; doesn't apply here. it won't work. because i have tried. not a whole lot, but why would i if i'm getting nothing in return when i do try? &lt;br /&gt;i just don't know anything anymore. i love nicole and i love sidney, but i feel like we're all drifting, and they don't care, but i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/IwtFV6ZBKm9tmysaRTiLBjFPo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is there anything that I could do that someone doesn&amp;rsquo;t do for you? &lt;br /&gt;That someone didn&amp;rsquo;t do for you? That I haven&amp;rsquo;t already done for you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>stfujensen @ 2009-04-14T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-14T16:58:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-14T16:58:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had a&amp;nbsp;dream last night that i saw ethan and daniel. i think i was at their school, but i'm not certain. all i really remember from the dream is seeing ethan, and him looking at me. there was no expression on his face. he just looked at me, looked away, and then i looked away. i didn't even have a feeling; i wasn't sad, i wasn't happy. it just...happened, and that was it. i'm not sure if there's a meaning to that, or if it even matters. i think he's been popping up in my dreams quite a bit lately. never the main roll. sometimes i talk to him, but usually i don't. i'm not understanding why he would be in my dreams...but oh well, i'd rather not even think about it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:stfujensen:58916</id>
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    <title>and are your motives pure?</title>
    <published>2009-04-14T06:12:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-21T20:12:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>do you realize by the flaming lips</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this is because i'm high and am too lazy to get in bed just yet. yeah...i said too lazy to get in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/30j0k01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Let me count your cracks. A cracked comparison makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole-headed people, I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2rnuhs4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;&amp;quot;Don't be kind to me &lt;br /&gt;Because I might fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stare at me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I might start to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold me so tight&lt;br /&gt;Because I will start to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't heal my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause it will just break again&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://xf2.xanga.com/7aef26ea60130230624415/z178961691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling kind of vainnnn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2mzcs39.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/wt7y9h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/x55fyo.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1z3ympl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2cfp195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/bhyjqd.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/etfa5e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2rha4jm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2nspgt0.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>how heartbreaking to know that i was nothing special to you</title>
    <published>2009-04-07T20:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-07T20:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, marshall kissed me. it wasn't&amp;nbsp;a bad kiss. it was suprising though. and&amp;nbsp;a little more than i'm ready for i guess. i don't know if since he knows my past that he thinks that's what i would have wanted, but i didn't. i thought he would take things super slow. and then that happened and it threw me off guard. i feel like he doesn't respect me as much as i thought if he would just do that. but then, i analyze everything too much and that might not be it at all, but still...i just don't know. i think i'm scared too. kisses to me can even be more intimate than sex. i had sex with someone not long ago, and didn't kiss them once. and with daniel, (everyone already knows if i haven't already said it) we kissed, but it was different. not very intimate just because i knew that all we were was &amp;quot;friends&amp;quot;, but&amp;nbsp; not really even that. just fuck buddies basically. and if i haven't already mentioned it, we're not even speaking anymore. when i told ethan that i had had sex with daniel, he never said a word about it. so i think daniel had already told him. and so after that, i deleted all of ethan's friends, most of the people who remind me of him, and even daniel. i deleted daniel and ethan's number from my phone, everything... and then daniel asked me to be his friend on facebook not long ago. i accepted it. just becaue i don't care. i know the only reason he did it was to either see if it pissed me off and i would deny it, if i would talk to him, or just to be nosy. i haven't talked to him at all, nor do i have any desire to. and i don't care if he wants to be nosy. that's totally fine with me. but back to marshall...he's really sweet. it's just that i'm scared to go even the tiniest bit too fast with this. i was really really enjoying our just being friends who hang out a whole lot, because i could tell he liked me, and i was feeling SOMETHING towards him. i could tell by how much i want to hang out with him. i really enjoy his company. he makes me happy. but i liked how slow we were going. but now it's time for the first date, and i have to say i'm scared. i just...i don't know. i'm scared of what could happen. i'm scared of something bad happening eventually and us not even be able to be friends. i'm thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong. and i hate it. i wish i could just not think of it at all. my mom asked me if maybe it was all just because i just see him as a friend. i can't even really answer that. because right now it is kind of just that. and that's because i want to take things so slow that that's what i'm enjoying right now. his friendship.&amp;nbsp; i don't know... we will just see what happens i guess!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and nicole and i are in another fight/not friends i guess. i'm not really sure what's going on. i just feel like she puts others before me and it's not fair because they're the ones who treat her like shit or just aren't there for her like me. she just doesn't appreciate me the way she should, or the way i appreciate her, and i'm tired of it. my best friend should be that...my best friend. not just someone who hangs out with me when her boyfriend is treating her like shit or when her other friends are busy.&lt;br /&gt;and sidney and i...you could practically say we're just not even friends anymore. she never talks to me. i could understand at first when rob's dad died..but this has been going on even before that. i never just hang out with her. he is always there... and now she doesn't even talk to me anymore. i didn't even know her mom was having surgery...and even after&amp;nbsp;i pointed out how she hadn't told me she STILL didn't tell me anything. nothing... what kind of friend is that? she's too stuck up rob's ass to even remember me.&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been hanging out with marshall the most, haley some, and tabby. and i work. that's pretty much it. i haven't even hung out with chelsea in a while.&amp;nbsp; but her tabby and i are hanging out today. which i should be getting ready for instead of doing this, but i would say this was much needed, wouldn't you? i'm sure there's even more, but i just don't have the time right now. terribly sorry for neglecting you, i'll update more often from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/UU8sftjMcltfxke04EhqkwfJo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="words"&gt;&amp;quot;Why is it so hard to accept things as they are? Why do we struggle and fight against the inevitable? Is it the knowledge that things could be better? Or is it the hope? The hope that if things were different, we would be different. Better. Stronger. Complete.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>i just want to find someone who won't run away</title>
    <published>2009-04-03T18:35:18Z</published>
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    <lj:music>maybe i'm just tired by as tall as lions</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i haven't written in forever. i guess it's because i'm just not as sad anymore. i'm probably not happy, but i'm not as sad, and that's okay with me. my parents finally found out that i smoke. they don't like it, needless to say. but the main reason they were mad at me for it is because i came into their house stoned (which i wasn't really that much honestly), which is disrespectful, i will give them that. and also they just don't want me to get in trouble with it and go to jail. OH! and they also don't want me to waste their money at school and not do anything and flunk and drop out because of it. school will be number one, and weed will get pushed back. not&amp;nbsp;saying i'll stop it all together, but just saying that i won't do it anywhere near as much as i do now. i'm glad that they found out, because at least i don't have it hidden anymore, but i'm not happy that they did because now things are strained between us again. it reminds me of middle school all over again. i'm not even really speaking to them. it's not that i'm mad at them, it's just that i know if we talk it will probably end up in some kind of argument or something, so i avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i've mentioned this yet, but i finally got accepted into mtsu. i'm starting in the fall. i'm actually excited. i haven't been in school in a long time, and it feels weird not to be learning anything. i hate studying, but it will all be worth it in the end, and who knows? maybe i'll love what i'm learning, so studying won't be so bad afterall. that's a longshot, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of mtsu, i was just up there last night. marshall taylor and i went to see urinetown. and YES, it actually is a play about pee! ha. it's a musical as well. it was okay. not bad at all, but i wouldn't say it's my favorite by any means.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of marshall, him and i are getting a lot closer. we talk everyday and hang out a lot. well, i guess a lot...more than any other guy i hang out with. we're good friends. and he's a very positive person to have in my life, and i'm already learning a lot from him. i hope i'm doing some kind of good in his life as well, because if not i would be highly upset with myself. i really like having him around.&lt;br /&gt;no more writing for now. i have to get ready for work. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/hukenl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there is nothing to be said. Sometimes nothing should be said.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to find someone who wont run away.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me its okay that things don't always go right.&lt;br /&gt;That this is how life works. and how it will always work.&lt;br /&gt;That it's not going to be easy. Today, Tomorrow, the next day. &lt;br /&gt;But it will somehow get better.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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