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  <title>Cece's Misfit</title>
  <subtitle>Into my heart</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-12-30T04:32:50Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cece_girlx:17371</id>
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    <title>shaun of the dead</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T04:32:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T04:32:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sitting here with april &amp;amp; butterfield watching shaun of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milo passed away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;so I&amp;nbsp;left work early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much already.&lt;br /&gt;going to Ocala tomorrow probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day. kind of.&lt;br /&gt;(:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cece_girlx:15605</id>
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    <title>I'd almost bet on money,,,</title>
    <published>2008-10-26T04:40:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-26T04:41:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Primus- John The Fisherman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">That Barack Obama will be our next president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cece_girlx/pic/000078cq/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" width="214" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cece_girlx/pic/000078cq" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, some of you may not agree with my Candidate of choice, please, go there and vote, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cece_girlx:15332</id>
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    <title>yo</title>
    <published>2008-10-14T03:24:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-14T03:24:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TI- Whatever You Like</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't think I'll have much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are going well, though.&lt;br /&gt;well, besides being broke, like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I'm working more, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Halloween Horror Nights was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;But the theme last year, nothing beats that!&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Having a Halloween party, hope that goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cece_girlx:9981</id>
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    <title>A Beautiful Life</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T22:03:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T22:03:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wrote this story for my Creative Writing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want feedback! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Beautiful Life&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I jumped onto my bed and danced in my underwear, to the music. The sound of Jonny's &lt;br /&gt;voice is what made me love Emarosa so much. My mom came in the room and turned down &lt;br /&gt;the stereo. I sulked as I fell to my knees. "Get ready for school." Mom always ruined my fun.&lt;br /&gt;She left my room and I grabbed the remote and turned "I Set It Off Like Napalm" back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A minute later, I threw my pants on and grabbed my bag. I had just enough time to&lt;br /&gt;slip my converses on and drift out the door. I walked to the bus stop to meet my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;He was a tall, lanky boy with hair that changed all the time. "Rache, I am so glad to see you this&lt;br /&gt;morning." He smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I always thought Zac was so cute, but never in a crush sort of way. I tried hooking him&lt;br /&gt;up with my girl friends all the time, but they never seemed to work out. The bus pulled up and&lt;br /&gt;it made me think about how happy I was for it to be my senior year. Zac and I sat in the last&lt;br /&gt;seat on the left. "So when's your dad going to be done fixing your car?" I asked Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "He's almost done. I should have it by Wednesday." That statement excited me because&lt;br /&gt;I loved riding to school in his 98' Honda Civic. We continued talking on our way to school. As&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at school, I jumped out of my seat. Zac laughed at me because I must have looked&lt;br /&gt;so eager to be at school. I just wanted to see James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I weeded through people to get off the bus faster. I walked to the door and went inside&lt;br /&gt;the hallway. I looked toward my locked and who was standing there, but James! His bright blue&lt;br /&gt;eyes gave me goosebumps when I looked into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Next to him, a skinny blonde stood up, after getting books out of her bottom locker.&lt;br /&gt;James took the blonde's books from her and walked away with her. I opened my locker and &lt;br /&gt;threw my bag inside. I took out my English book. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Huh?" I said &lt;br /&gt;surprised. Zac chuckled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "You're a trip, girl." I was furious at this point. Not happy at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "You didn't SEE James walking with that skinny blonde bitch?" Zac shrugged his &lt;br /&gt;shoulders. "Whatever," I said as I turned to the stairs. My feet were heavy as I stormed &lt;br /&gt;off to my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mrs. Stanford's class was so fucking boring. I hated her aged voice. The rest of&lt;br /&gt;the school day went by very fast and I was glad to be home. I threw my bag on the bed&lt;br /&gt;and slipped my shoes off. The phone rang and I didn't feel like picking it up; but, I did.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hey girl," Zac said to me through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hey Zac."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "So Rache, I was thinking we should go to- excuse me." I heart him coughing on the&lt;br /&gt;other end. It was like no cough I've heard before. It didn't sound too healthy. "Are you okay,&lt;br /&gt;dude?" Zac continued to hack a lung while I sat there listening. "Do you need me to come over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "S- sorry. I'm gonna go." The phone clicked in my ear. I hope he's okay. He's my best&lt;br /&gt;and only true friend. Hours passed as I did my homework. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up, drooling on my Math book and looked at the clock. It was 5:25 AM. I &lt;br /&gt;decided to stay awake since I had to usually get up at six. I went to my computer and checked&lt;br /&gt;my Myspace. I had absolutely nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My morning went by quite fast and before I knew it, I was at school. The day went by &lt;br /&gt;slow, but I was happy to see my best friend. Zac is what kept me going everyday. He and I sat&lt;br /&gt;down at the lunch table and talked a bit. No one usually sat by us because they thought we were&lt;br /&gt;weird and all. "Rache, I have something I really need to tell you. It has been bugging at me for&lt;br /&gt;years now." I looked at Zac and my eyebrows bent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Well, what is it, Zac?" I pondered what he was about to reveal to me. My forehead &lt;br /&gt;soaked with sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Rachel, I know you probably are going to be weirded out, and I'm sure you might not&lt;br /&gt;want to be friends after this. Okay, here goes. I'm," he paused. "I'm gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "WHAT?" I shouted at him. I jumped out of my chair and threw my hands up. "How could&lt;br /&gt;you keep something so important from me, Zac?" I walked away. I decided to ignore Zac the rest&lt;br /&gt;of the day. I even sat in the front of the bus that afternoon. It's not the fact that he is gay. I'm mad &lt;br /&gt;that he didn't tell me something like that from the start. I was supposed to be his best friend. He&lt;br /&gt;could tell me anything and I would never judge him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I got home and did my homework straight away to keep my mind off things. Afterward, I &lt;br /&gt;took an afternoon nap. My mom woke me around seven for dinner. At the table, I could hardly eat.&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me what was wrong and I told her that I was just worried about my grade. The phone&lt;br /&gt;rang as I played with my green beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mom stood up and answered it. "Rachel," she called to me. She walked into my view.&lt;br /&gt;"There's a problem, Zac is in the hospital." My eyes opened all the way and I shot out of my chair.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom to drive me up there right away. We got in the car without another word and headed&lt;br /&gt;to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we got to the hospital, we asked the receptionist which room Zac was in. I was soaked &lt;br /&gt;in sweat all over my whole body. My hands were shaking. We walked to his room and I rushed to his side.&lt;br /&gt;"Zac," I said as I grabbed his hand. "Zac, I am so so sorry about today. I love you. Please be okay." I &lt;br /&gt;was so panicked that tears fell to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Rachel, it's okay." He coughed very violently. His voice had turned very light. "Rache," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Yeah?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I," his coughs grew stronger. "I have AIDS." He continued to cough and shake. His hand turned&lt;br /&gt;very cold. The tears coming from my eyes grew stronger and stronger. They fell down my face really hard.&lt;br /&gt;I sniffled and cried more than I ever have in my life. Zac's hand felt even colder by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Zac," I said as I sniffled. "Are you going to be okay?" I couldn't even keep my eyes open. The&lt;br /&gt;water streaming from my eyes was everywhere. He coughed a couple more times. I tried to open&lt;br /&gt;my eyes and I looked up at him. "Zac?" He couldn't do anything but cough as his body lay cold.&lt;br /&gt;He squeezed my hand tighter and with one last cough, his body went limp. I lost my best friend.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>ugh</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T19:41:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T19:41:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life just gets worse &amp;amp; worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke it off with him.&lt;br /&gt;I do need time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;This is it.</content>
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    <title>I</title>
    <published>2007-11-07T14:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T14:05:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am glad that Kayla, Nikki &amp;amp; I are hanging more.&lt;br /&gt;I really love them lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Hill on Friday *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;But, I just wanted to put that out there, I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;bye.</content>
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