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  <title>Lisa's Life</title>
  <subtitle>one day at a time</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-12-27T21:02:16Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:3648</id>
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    <title>queenofsurf @ 2006-12-27T15:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-27T21:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-27T21:02:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Christmas was fucking crazy, I don't know what to say about family... But i think that everyone's family is fucking nute.  I know that mine is. My back still hurts and I need to make some shirry new year's resolution.  yup</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:3379</id>
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    <title>queenofsurf @ 2006-11-14T11:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T16:33:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T16:33:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My family is driving me crazy.  I need to escape!  When I was little I said "excape" I don't do that anymore...  it was fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:3225</id>
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    <title>BEE BOOP</title>
    <published>2006-10-28T14:37:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-28T14:37:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mom is here now.  It is the fest weekend and I cannot go to the fest.  Rachel had surgery on Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;Halloween is gonna be lame I know it.  Plugh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:2817</id>
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    <title>queenofsurf @ 2006-10-12T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T23:10:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T23:10:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do we all have secrets?  Is it because something eats us up inside so bad that we just HAVE to tell someone else?  Then that person gets eaten up inside by the secret and has to tell someone else.  Personally, I am a great secret keeper.  BUT, some people aren't, and some secrets are just not worth keeping, or they are fucking rediculous.  I admit I have fessed up some shit that wasn't my own, but really, I never felt too bad about it.  Either I didn't give a fuck, or it was something stupid like, "I got foot surgery, don't tell anyone."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, The Fest is coming up really soon and I cannot WAIT to go.  I just found out that I might be able to drag Tara around with me, how amazing would that be?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:2573</id>
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    <title>Where the music never ends.</title>
    <published>2006-10-10T23:12:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-10T23:12:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can say that you are pretty.  That will make make me a liar.  You turn my legs to spaghetti, you set my heart on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come runnin' with a heart on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched football all weekend.  That was really fun. Thursday night I went to Rachel's and we hung out together and went to the Atlantic for a couple of hours.  Friday night I went to Quart of Heroes with Jen Link, then we went back to her house.  Matt had been out all night with a few of his friends, so we all ended up having a few more beers then passing out.  I talked to James Brown on the phone at like 4:30 am.  hah.  Saturday Marc and I met Bobby, Shawn and Rachel at Farah's on the Ave. We watched half of the Gator game and smoked a strawberry/vanilla hooka.  Hookas are fun, it was my first time and I LOVED IT!  Rachel and I ended up going back to my house and passing out for 2 hours while the guys went and did something else.  We then decided to go out to Common Grounds which ended up being a lot of fun.  Scott Roon showed me some card tricks, Rachel froze her butt off, and I got compliments on my hair.  Rachel and I decided that we were going fishing on Sunday, but when Sunday rolled around, it just proved to be too much.  So, we ended up drinking like 6 pitchers at the Ale House with Bobby and Marc while I kicked and screamed as the Dolphins lost.  WHHHAAHHH.  So basically I drank all day and felt like and alcoholic, but me and Rachel got in the hot tub at night and the first thing I did was drop the lighter into the water.  Anyways.  I have been privledged to be able to hang out with my friends so much.  I miss Tara still, and I feel sick without her.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:2351</id>
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    <title>fun things and things that i miss</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T00:45:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T00:45:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tara swimming with madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/taramadison.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marc's face with my body&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/humpbackmarc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/Untitled-1copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in a homeade fat suit&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/fatlisa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Rachel being goofballs at the pharmacy&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/5931160-R1-008-2A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and heather sharing cigarrettes by the pool&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/heatherlisa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and serena back in the day at eddie c's before anything ever went wrong.&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/Lisaspics196.jpg" /&gt;I'm pretty sure this is the night she lost her virginity!!! i can't believe i have a photo of that crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/queenofsurf/Photo0051.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:2112</id>
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    <title>Its fucking 4:20 am</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T08:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T08:20:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Madison just woke me up with this high fever and an earache.  Will this child ever get better?  I feel so bad for her.  Today is another Monday, another day that I am not in school, another day that Marc and I need jobs.  Phewy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:1877</id>
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    <title>I have to pee</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T04:24:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T04:24:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to pee but i am going to sit here and type about this anyways.  I just read Tara's myspace about missing me and other people SO I HAVE TO SAY I MISS YOU BACK, cause i feel bad for missing those sweet things.  Umm, I am sorry that I never post in here, for those of you who love me and want to read about my life, i am afraid that i am not that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off of the phone with my sweet friend mama tara.  she is up in virginia "vagina"  and it really doesn't matter because she lives where i can't touch her anyways.  man i miss that girl.  i just wanna move into her life and be her main lady!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out a couple of nights ago with rachel and heather, that was fun cause we like to pick on people and make obscene comments.  i'm pretty sure that isn't healthy behavior, but what of it?  it is harmless fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bar tended at 1982 last night which was fun, it was hard work, but fun.  i forgot how rude people can be when they are wasted.  they snap their fingers at you and call you sweety and toots!  i made about $50, which i can't complain about, gotta pay the bills.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i really have to pee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard pryor is on TV, man it sucks that he is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i going to move to?  i have to go to culinary school because i am a cooking genius.  any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I KNOW THAT I USE LITTLE i'S AND BIG I'S.  ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focker out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:1588</id>
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    <title>queenofsurf @ 2006-05-31T16:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T20:04:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T20:04:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday i went to the springs with madison, matt, his nephew charles, and mike and joe riska.  those boys are great.  tonight we are all hanging out again, and i am excited.  life is good.  i miss ms. tara martin a lot.  *sigh*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:1526</id>
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    <title>another dayyyy</title>
    <published>2006-05-26T22:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-26T22:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, tonight my friend joe is in town from hawaii, and i usually only get to see him once a year.  i am bringing rachel green.  we should have fun.   madison is swimming like a fish.  i love my friends. i miss marc, he is on tour.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:1267</id>
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    <title>queenofsurf @ 2006-01-25T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-25T15:23:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-25T15:23:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up today with this nasty sore throat, serena and I both had it last night before we went to bed.  So, now I am skipping class because i feel terrible with the headache and everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was wonderful!  I got to visit Micanopy with the lovely Tara and make food and eat candy and play our new gossip game.  Monday night was a lot of fun.  It felt a little weird because we used to have SOO many people that went there and you could turn around and there would be like 30 of your favorite people.  Now I had to spend the whole night bouncing around and talking to people!  Who said I wanted to do that?  I'm soooo lazy.  Anyways, I am going to take some medicine and go back to bed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:768</id>
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    <title>YADA YADA YADA</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T23:55:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T23:55:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got out of the shower and I am getting ready to go over to Tara's for a night of fun games, and Madison is coming with me!  I can't wait to see my friends... I miss them very much.  MUAH!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:524</id>
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    <title>damn homework and shit</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T07:08:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T07:08:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just pulled out some photos of Madison with her dad and I started getting really angry and upset.  They are trying to take her from me and I don't understand why.  So, I have to put this behind me and carry on with my damn english homework... I put it off for too long and now I have to read a whole chapter before my quiz tomorrow. (and i was supposed to be learning how to become a master student) I'm sure I am not alone in the cramming world, but its all new to me. &lt;br /&gt;I thought about my mom today, I wonder how she is doing... the last time that I saw her I thought that she was making money as a hooker, but as it turns out she was only stripping in Body Shots in Ocala...  not AS  bad.  So.. I called her a hooker and that was before christmas and I feel like a terrible person because I know that she thinks that SHE is a terrible, low, scum-sucking person because she has made the wrong life choices... but for her daughter to think that about her must kill her... and she doesn't even get to her grand-daughter.  My dad wants me to move to Georgia because he thinks that I should get away from this place and away from these problems that I have with Madison's family.  So, I'm upset.  Blah I have to go finish reading this bullshit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:queenofsurf:308</id>
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    <title>hello!!</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T03:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T03:13:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Minus The Bear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi, this is just my first entry... wanted to see how this works and who is out there...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa</content>
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