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  <description>Happy Birthday To Me!</description>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Basically, here&apos;s me in a nut shell. Alot of you don&apos;t know all that much about me, so here goes. Oh, and it&apos;s Public if someone wants to know about me. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me? I&apos;m just at typical 18 year old girl trying to get through college. Okay, just kidding about the typical part. I&apos;m one of the weirdest people you will ever meet. I act like a child, I&apos;m immature, and I&apos;ll tell you if I don&apos;t like you. What&apos;s the point of being someone&apos;s friend just to be nice? That&apos;s total bull shit. If I don&apos;t like you, you&apos;ll know. I live in Kentucky, it&apos;s not the greatest, but it&apos;s home. Do I want out? I do, but not permanently. I plan to travel when I get older and see tons and tons of places. London, Hollywood, Paris, Italy, Jamaica? Oh yeah, I&apos;ll be there. Trust me. I want my husband to completely spoil me. I want one of those huge houses by the beach, getting massages by my own private pool, and drinking out of little martini glasses with the umbrellas. Hey, it could happen. I don&apos;t think my Kindergarten teaching salary is gonna get me there, but a girl has to dream. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Obviously I want to be a Kindergarten teacher. My whole high school career was spent worrying about what I wanted to do with my life, and how I could make a difference. I was watching a video my Junior year, and I figured it was another one of those boring videos teachers make you sit through so they don&apos;t have to do anything. I thought &quot;Hey! Nap time!&quot;. A Kindergarten teacher came on the screen and that was it. I knew that&apos;s what I wanted to do. I get to help people and influence kids to do the right things. Teach them right from wrong, you know? It&apos;s so exciting. Eventually I get to spend all day running around with smiling faces. I get to teach them while they&apos;re still innocent, and see no evil in the world. Everything is still good in the world to a child. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have a boyfriend, did I mention that? His name is Justin and we&apos;ve been dating for about 3 years. He absolutely means the world to me. I would go to the ends of this earth for him and it would not faze me one bit. He helps me through so much and he&apos;s always there for me no matter what. My boyfriend also happens to be my best friend, how in the world did that happen? I&apos;m one of the lucky ones, I tell ya. We have fights, but what couple doesn&apos;t? They make us stronger. I can see myself 60 years from now looking into his eyes and feeling everything that I still feel for him now. We&apos;ll be one of those old couples who sit on the front porch with our grandchildren saying &quot;Back in my day..&quot; And still never losing those feelings we have for each other. I can&apos;t wait to say our I do&apos;s, having children, watching them grow up to be wonderful people, and always being together. Our wedding is going to be amazing. When I get married, I want the world to know. I&apos;m talkin a crazy big wedding. Hundreds of people, partying until 3AM, then waking up 2 hours later to catch a plane to the Bahamas. I want a loving family, the kind that you see on TV. Of course we&apos;ll have those crazy moments where one of our kids has drawn all over the walls with crayons or spilled their juice on the floor. Or those moments when we just can not stand to be together. That&apos;s what makes life fun, right? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&apos;m always trying to make people laugh. I think it&apos;s one of my strong points. I hate seeing people sad, and I feel that if I just make one person smile a day, it hasn&apos;t been a waste. I have really weird habits. I refuse to eat off of metal forks unless I&apos;m in a restaurant. Plastic forks do the job for me. I just really can&apos;t stand the sound of a metal fork on my teeth. That stuff is sick. Plastic Solo cups do just fine for me too. Hey, less dishes for Mom to do, right? I bite my nails. It&apos;s sick, but I get nervous. Whatever. I also smoke. A lot of people don&apos;t know this about me because I just don&apos;t think that everyone should. Keep it to yourself, it&apos;s your habit not everyone else&apos;s. I also have my weekend drinking parties. I do it responsibly, don&apos;t worry. Jeigermister is my new obsession. That stuff is amazing. Add a little Red Bull? That&apos;s what you call a good night. My room, 99% of the time, is a complete disaster. It only stays clean when my parents threaten to take my car. I&apos;ll clean a whole house plus a couple cars to keep my car. I&apos;m in love with life, and I live it to the fullest. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have a best friend named Renee. We&apos;ve known each other since Elementary school, and I can just tell her anything. It&apos;s great. We do some of the craziest stuff together. You know when you&apos;re walking along the sidewalk and some asshole blows the horn at you? That&apos;s us. We party like it&apos;s going out of style. Some people think we&apos;re bitches, but we just like to have a good time. We drink enough for 4 people. We don&apos;t play. Shopping? Oh yeah, we do that. Love it! I tell her if something makes her look fat or ugly, she does the same. It&apos;s great. You can hate it or love it, but thats how we roll, yo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have met some of the best people ever on GreatestJournal. Sami, restlesshearts, being the best. She is one of the most amazing people I have ever met in my life. I can go to her for anything. She&apos;s like my rock. She inspires me in so many ways just to be a better person, seriously. She makes me smile so much. That girl amazing, I don&apos;t know what I&apos;d do without her. I feel like I&apos;m just an all around better person just for knowing her. I&apos;m really blessed to have someone that courageous and strong in my life. She deserves so much happiness, and I know she&apos;ll find it one day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My music taste is so random. I listen to alot of Emo but I&apos;ll get in my moods where I love country music. Dashboard Confessional is my therapy. Chris Carrabba is a musical genius. I can relate to his songs in so many ways. That guy is a genius. I can get into basically anything. If it has a beat and meaning, I&apos;ll dance. Oh, and call me Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 17:11:06 GMT</pubDate>
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