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    <title>14</title>
    <published>2008-12-21T23:42:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-21T23:42:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i don't care, i don't care, I do not fucking care.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:asorrystate:4481</id>
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    <title>13 - Ahhh stress.</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T03:41:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T03:41:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I am so stressed about college and that's all I can think about and ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am pushing myself deeper and deeper into a very bad hole of nothingness because I'm not doing work because I'm distracting myself from possible breakdowns. This is a complicated process that I'll explain when I'm not freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary of my life:&lt;br /&gt;I. fucking. love. the. boy. He's the only other thing I think about.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time,&amp;nbsp;I am a horny teenager, and I really need to be taken care of physically by someone other than myself. Anyone attractive will do. In particular, there's an adorable boy who drums with me (/rocks out on the xylophone) in band. He's casually a sophomore but we'll ignore that as he may be taking me to Spring Awakening. (fuck yes!)&lt;br /&gt;I am sucking at commenting on people's entries/responding to comments on my own. I read them all, I swear, and I will comment soon. And by soon, I probably mean January, so I'm sorry.</content>
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    <title>11 - Why yes, he is sexy.</title>
    <published>2008-12-08T01:06:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T01:06:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Reason five million and two why the boy makes me hot: He can dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean, like, taking dancing classes and performing in front of an audience dancing. Though I can testify that he can dance&amp;nbsp;as well. (I enjoyed homecoming this year :P) I&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;just came back from his show, and gah. Every time he came on stage I melted.&amp;nbsp;I love watching him excel at things. The trumpet, dancing, crew, school... sarcastic boys achieving things turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show I hung out with his mom a bit. HIs mom is one of the single coolest people I know. His entire family is bloody awesome, come to think of it. It's the only family I'd even begin to consider marrying into; I wish I&amp;nbsp;could just adopt them now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 7 hours outside in the cold yesterday for band and it sucked. On a social level, though, it was fun, and we sent mass amounts of texts to the boy and called him since he was missing the football game for his dance stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>10 - A Short Update</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T04:32:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T04:32:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I fail at posting, I&amp;nbsp;know. But I have been super stressed in school this week. And yesterday I fell in love with another college. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop thinking about the boy and it is such a fucking problem. I want him so badly, not just physically but emotionally and intellectually. He has a damn sexy mind.</content>
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    <title>9 - Clusterfuck.</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T04:48:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T04:48:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I really really&amp;nbsp;fucking hate tonight. I was going to make it okay. But then Jonathan started being all self deprecating and I really want to help him but I don't know how. All night long, I&amp;nbsp;have been waiting for Audrey to sign on because she's really the only person that makes my life okay without trying and then as soon as she signs on I think I&amp;nbsp;fucking said something wrong and she just says she's going to sleep. I didn't even get to say goodnight, dammit. And now I've been crying since she signed off and I have no one to talk to about it because she's the only one I'd talk to about such things and I fucking hate it. fuck fuck fuck fuck.</content>
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    <title>8 - Apathy Abound</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T03:51:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T03:52:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;started writing an entry last night, except I realized that I&amp;nbsp;really had nothing to say except to bitch about my mom, which is really not something I want to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt really useless the past couple of days. I know it's stupid of me because I've done lots of necessary things. I spent yesterday and today working on college applications and submitted three of them today. As soon as I submitted it, I&amp;nbsp;felt a thousand more times worried than I did before. It's out of my hands now and I can't do anything about it. And I was working on it during a very apathetic stage of my life, so now I'm worrying that I&amp;nbsp;wasn't caring enough when I&amp;nbsp;wrote it. Even so, I&amp;nbsp;can't care that much now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my writing on here is kind of sucking. I'm trying to get down my thoughts but I&amp;nbsp;don't think they make coherent sense. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I've been obsessing over the boy. Of course I&amp;nbsp;have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been watching an insane amount of friends. As in, over 30 episodes. Basically, I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Rachel and Ross end up together at the end? I don't really know. But right now, Ross broke up with his girlfriend because he found out Rachel loves him and he's always loved her. I think that should happen in my life. Actually, I should stop having such a middle school crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, flist. I&amp;nbsp;know pretty much nothing about any of you. So, tell me something about yourself?</content>
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    <title>7 - A Dream Ruined</title>
    <published>2008-11-28T03:35:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-28T03:35:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;(I swear at some point I'll stop talking about the boy. I generally don't obsess as much, but the return of his girlfriend is not something I enjoy.) I forgot to mention earlier that the boy did not get much sleep again last night. I asked him what time he went to bed, and he asked what qualifies as going to bed. And then he clarified that while he had gotten into his own bed at 3, he had spent three hours &amp;quot;laying in bed&amp;quot; with Laura. They've been dating for over a year. And fuck it, I don't think I'm having an overactive imagination if I&amp;nbsp;assume they're have sex. God fucking dammit. When I was twelve, I looked at him and thought &amp;quot;that is the boy who I will lose my virginity to and we will have no idea what we are doing and it will be awkward and it will be beautiful&amp;quot;. And now it won't be true for either one of us. At least if we ever fuck we'll both have experience? I don't want to think about the possibility of him having experience anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;was going to write something about the football game the band played at today (I play percussion), but now it seems frivolous and I'm too depressed to deal with it.</content>
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    <title>6 - Obsessing with a Purpose</title>
    <published>2008-11-27T20:31:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-27T20:31:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I forgot how emotionally &amp;amp; intellectually in love with the boy I am. Recently everything in my life has been based on physical relationships, and my thoughts about him had become the same way. Today he asked me for a peer recommendation for a college app, and I&amp;nbsp;fucking swooned. I was so flattered that he would ask me (and not his girlfriend!) and he was so vulnerable when he asked me, which was unusual and adorable. I wonder if when the admission people read my rec they're notice how obviously in love with him I am.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>5 - Music, Visitors, and Religion</title>
    <published>2008-11-27T04:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-27T04:46:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I decided today that this journal is kind of like when Audrey was my roommate; every night I&amp;nbsp;would tell her details and Important Thoughts about my day. It's a bit harder to type it all out in conversation, so it really only happens now when I see her, which is not nearly as often as I'd like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been realizing recently that music has become a huge turn on for me. The boy plays the trumpet amazingly, and he has all the important solos in band. There's this one song where he's got a solo for ten measures or so, and I'm supposed to start playing the bells a couple measures afterwards. I'm always late because I&amp;nbsp;just stare at him playing and melt and stop counting. It's really a problem. And today my history teacher played his guitar and sang for us and my god, he was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the college kids are coming home for Thanksgiving break, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. The people who came to school today are not really people I&amp;nbsp;like. They used to be my friends, back in sophomore year, but now I'm kind of sick of their existence. (I&amp;nbsp;feel like that's a common theme in my life...) I&amp;nbsp;talked to them for under five minutes and I was bored. I also got coffee with this girl, Elizabeth, who I actually genuinely do like. We spent a long time at Starbucks catching up, but then I was reminded that she's really conservative. She's anti gay marriage and pro life and anti Obama. Generally, this would mean I'd cut her out of my life (really, the anti gay marriage is the only part of that is black and white for me) but I ignore it for some reason, and I&amp;nbsp;don't really know why. Anyway, it was nice to see her. The real downfall to the returning college kids, though, is the boy's girlfriend, Laura. It's awful, because I'm actually very good friends with her. I introduced the two of them, dammit! Both Elizabeth and Audrey have informed me that I should just not be friends with her and push her out of the picture, but she really is one of my favorite people. She's so weird and hilarious and it's so hard to think of them together. Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: God,&amp;nbsp;I so desperately wish I was still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Tell me about it. I was barely in bed last night- I didn't go to sleep till 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aw, but you always go to bed early. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Laura came home last night. So I was hanging out with her until 12 or 12:30 and then had to do all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I died. Not really, but, you know. And once again, the sinking feeling that they're sleeping together is taking over my head. Dammit head! Push it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had an interesting phone call today as well. I'm an elder at my church (and, yes, I am an atheist. This is a complicated story for another day, but I hate it) and at the meeting last week, the topic of gay marriage came up. I am, of course, most definitely for it, but some other opinions were expressed. I got so upset that I&amp;nbsp;legitimately started shaking and ended up leaving the meeting. I&amp;nbsp;came home and called Audrey immediately after blowing up at my mom about nothing and just started crying and it was awful. Anyway, (my god, I say &amp;quot;anyway&amp;quot; a lot these days) today the minister called to let me know that he does support gay marriage and that no decisions would be made in the church based on who donates the most money. It was very nice of him to do so, and it did make me feel better, but at the same time, I don't want to like him. He's been a royal ass most of the time, and I want to see the world in black and white, dammit! The world should cooperate better.</content>
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    <title>4 - Pushing Away &amp; Being Pushed</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T01:14:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T01:14:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;should work on making more friends. I like following people's lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I&amp;nbsp;have this friend, Sara, who is, I&amp;nbsp;suppose, my best friend at school. Last year, I could say that without a doubt, but now I'm not so sure. I&amp;nbsp;really relied on her existence last year when I was coming out and I suddenly couldn't feel comfortable around any of my old friends. We very suddenly were very close, and I&amp;nbsp;even had a crush on her. But now...&amp;nbsp;I don't know. Recently I&amp;nbsp;haven't been very pleased with her existence in my life. It's not like she's done anything wrong at all, I&amp;nbsp;just find myself cringing when I'm around her. I&amp;nbsp;can't bring myself to cut off the relationship, though. I spent a good amount of time at the beginning of the school year avoiding her, and then I&amp;nbsp;missed her for a while. So maybe I'll have to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different subject, I hooked up with this boy Alex a while back. We don't really see each other all that often, so a lot of our &amp;quot;physical&amp;quot; relationship has taken place via aim. This weekend he informed me we can't be physical because I&amp;nbsp;remind him too much of his ex and he's not over her. Honestly, that's okay, because I'd kind of assumed we wouldn't be again, even if I'd like to. But a few hours before he told me this, we made out a bit. (a bit meaning under five minutes) And my body immediately and involuntarily responded- I started pushing my body up against him and I&amp;nbsp;really really wanted him. He is the only guy that knows exactly what I want and who I&amp;nbsp;know will give it to me.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;guess I'll just have to suck it up and get over it. It's really only a physical connection and we'll be friends anyway.</content>
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    <title>3 - The Long-Lasting Crush</title>
    <published>2008-11-25T03:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T03:59:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;It appears that, for now at least, Audrey and Jonathan are doing well. They've been talking a while tonight and neither one has gotten upset or angry. I am a bit too skeptical to say that this is the end of the bad, but a girl can hope, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that the boy I am not-so-secretly desiring will not be going on the band trip this winter. I thought we'd have a week in Europe together, but apparently not. Nothing would have happened (except in my ever-idealistic mind) because he does in fact have a girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background on the boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is easily the most brilliant person I've ever met. (And intelligence is by far the biggest turn on). He finally changed his look this year so he now no longer just attractive, but he is plain hot. I've been crushing on him ever since 6th grade. He's currently on his third girlfriend, and I have introduced him to every one of them. He and I flirt constantly- we always have, it's just the way we react to each other. We pretend to beat each other up, and we make relentless fun of each other. It is never hurtful, though, just sarcastic and fun and .. my god, I want him so badly. I've always intellectually and emotionally wanted him, but now I've spent much time fantasizing about him just slamming me up against a wall and taking me. I think I would even be okay with just that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little obsessed with solving Rubik's cubes as of late. It's become a &amp;quot;thing&amp;quot; in one of my classes. We are such nerds; I love it.</content>
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    <title>2 - Complications Arise. Again.</title>
    <published>2008-11-24T03:55:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-24T03:55:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Recently, my best friend, Audrey, and her boyfriend of multiple years, Jonathan, broke up. It has been a long back and forth of each one getting upset at the other, and trying to recover and such. I hear about it all, and I&amp;nbsp;hate it. I&amp;nbsp;want to help them both- they are essentially the two most important people in my life. But it seems like I&amp;nbsp;can only help one at a time, and I wish it wasn't this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they broke up, I was devastated. I&amp;nbsp;tend to be skeptical of relationships in general- no relationship I&amp;nbsp;have seen (adult or otherwise) has worked out. I don't really believe marriage or long term relationships can exist. These two were my proof that maybe two people could fit perfectly together and every thing would be okay. And now, I don't even have much of a desire to try it. This has been such a horrible breakup- they've both been completely awful to each other, while still desperately caring. And now they've both reached a stage where they are both so sad about everything and I can't do anything to help them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever things get awful for Audrey, she stops talking to me. And I don't even have a chance to help her. I'm really empathetic, so I tend to get overly upset about things with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as I'm writing this, they both tell me that things are good, possibly really good. I don't know what that means, and I&amp;nbsp;don't know if I believe it.</content>
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    <title>1 - An Introduction</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T22:52:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T22:52:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;For some reason, I've decided to make my icons all fashion based. I suppose I've watched too much America's Next Top Model recently (oh, what a trashy guilty pleasure).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello to anyone who's reading this. I suppose I should introduce myself a bit first. I'm going to stay away from any clear details for the sake of anonymity, but I can paint a general picture. I'll be going by Margot here (pronounced Mar-go, by the way). I'm a girl, I'm in high school, I'm bisexual. I live in a small town and escape it as frequently as I&amp;nbsp;can by traveling to a major nearby city. Most of my friends do not live in my town, which on one hand is horrible in general, but it does make for excellent weekends. I consider myself a complete and utter nerd. I&amp;nbsp;get obsessive about various projects and have loved a particular academic subject since I was five. I also live on music. I&amp;nbsp;can't play anything very well nor can I sing, but I listen to music constantly and I&amp;nbsp;have an ever-changing musical taste. I also watch a lot of tv on my computer, and I tend to watch all the old seasons of shows in a short amount of time. I'm into sexuality (I'm considering minoring in gender and sexuality studies in college), and am a huge advocate of gay rights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's me in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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