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  <title>Badger! Badger! Badger! Badger! Badger! Badger! Badger!</title>
  <subtitle>ARGH! snakkkkkkkke , snakkke ...ohhhhhhh...it's a snake!!!</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-05-18T06:19:13Z</updated>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-05-18T01:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T06:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T06:19:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Prayer of the Refugee- Rise Against</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You&amp;nbsp; think my dad would be happy at the fact that i gave him 80$. But no he was like, you're not taking this debt as your top prioority. And i was like wtf? I just gave you a whole 80 dollars. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today at work it was soooo much fun. First off, Celine and Joanne (bosses) weren't there and Hiba couldn't make it cuz she was sick leaving me and Angie and three PSA's (later two because one went home) left. I got upgraded for two hours to be a tthe desk. I got 20.40 and hour so times that by two is like 40 that would be like me working four hours reguralrly at 10$&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i need the money now (to pay back dad) lol. I'm pretty bored right now, and oh yeah, if you still haven't seen this ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=JMFOtPItYp8"&gt;http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=JMFOtPItYp8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW TO YOUR FRIENDS ^^&lt;br /&gt;and FOAVORITE IT.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please and thank you :]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking forward to sunday -_- a whole day stick inside with my dad. great. lol, i'll try asking again if i can go to the park, but i already know the answer. i swear i will crack any day soon and just leave even if it's without permission. i just want time outside the house. you can't make me quit cold turkey&amp;nbsp; of not being allowed ot go outside T_T it's just too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the school year is almost done and look where we are now. One year from graduating, and one more year of drama, which i hope will not be. I am so thankful for the friends i have though they may get angry at me sometimes because i screw up, but i don't know what i would if i lost them at all. Thinking back to a certain rain filled event, friends don't last forever unless you try. So i'm going to try my hardest to have my friends with me after high school, even though we will al take different routes. And to a certain someone, Without you , i would've cracked many months ago, but you always made me feel better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;later,&lt;br /&gt;-Adders (Addie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>(BTW: this happened yesturday not today.)</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T00:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T00:00:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;*Ada drops down two bags full of books to be returned in llibrary.*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Ada: to return books&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why? You don't have to go, it's not like there overdue or something.&lt;br /&gt;Ada: [starting to get pissed] Umm yeah half of them are.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You don't have to pay overdue fees.&lt;br /&gt;*Dad goes to laundrey room*&lt;br /&gt;*Ada goes to get a paper towel to clean the tables outside.*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You're not going. I'll go with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ada: Yeah OKAY! I don't care. I have to return books. That's it. I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;So i left and before leaving i asked him whether he's going or not. Dad said no. WTF? I hate this fucking house! I feel so claustrophobic here. Like yeah i know what i did was stupid and fucked. But really this is just too much. If only i can tell my dad that i started up again simply because of everything that is going on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I knew from the moment i woke up that there was going to be at least two fights today. Yeah, it's only 11:55a.m. and already three fights. I wish I could just leave for the whole day, or the whole weekend and not come back 'til I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God you decided not to go to the festival. You face there would've made me stop playing in the middle of a song, leave Farky angry at me and me hitting walla in the washroom. You wonder why i spend so much time in my own room? It's because it's as far away from everyone . and sadly it's not enough. This weekend has only just begun and i want it to end. Heather and Ryan might be pissed later. (I'm really sorry. I know that Heather will kill me.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so many things but you are none of them. If i could i would live on my own. Sadly, I'll have to wait 'til i (hopefully) get into Ryerson. I'll live downtown and not in the house. You'll be happy. I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ada sitting on the chair near computer.*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Do you need the internet.?&lt;br /&gt;Ada: Not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: OKay. (unplgus modem.) Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! enough is enough. wtf is his prblm? I think its because of what happened earlier. i went downstairs to ask him whether i could go to the park to take pictues. and&amp;nbsp; before i could ask, he was like good! we can go shopping now. and i was like i don't want to. and then he goes off on me about how he doesnt feel like it too, but he has to. So i left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;ill write later maybe</content>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-05-09T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T01:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T01:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;This week took so long to pass. I hated it. Last week was LIVE. it was without a dull moment. I feel as though everything is back to where its supposed to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at home have been great because my moms sister came from Poland so i have no fights to face although i still try hard to not screw up. i dunt want to be the fuck up of the family. ..My sister knows what i did, and its not that i care or anything, because hse doesnt treat me any differently, but its just the fact that my mom told her =/. i wish it wazs like ryans rents who say yeah you fucked up learn from it and move on basically.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of stupid thoughts, and i may tell you that one of them was not a good idea. That's all I'll say because i dunt wanna go on further. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want the good times rolling on and i want to be part of everyone, to make them happy , and be by their side as an ear to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be so many things,&lt;br /&gt;-Adders</content>
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    <title>Dont mind me this is just my english homework</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T03:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T03:58:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;We learn about Gatsby’s Past.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- Was born on a farm in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;North Dakota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, his legal name being &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;James Gatz&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Attended College.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- He attended college for two weeks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- He dropped out because he was frustrated with the way he had to pay for his tuition. - --- Doing janitorial services.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dan Cody&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- One day Gatsby saw Dan Cody’s yacht drop anchor in &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Superior&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Gatsby decides to row out to him to inform him that the wind might catch his yacht and break him up in half an hour.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- “The truth was the Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God-a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that-and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty” (Fitzgerald 99). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;- This quote shows that it compares Gatsby to Jesus to show that Gatsby creates his own identity. This is also a motif that keeps showing up throughout the book as it Gatsby transforms himself into the ideal that he envisioned for himself despite the numerous obstacles he would have to face.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- “for a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing” (Fitzgerald 100).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;- Gatsby is going to try to make the unreal real. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- Cody takes James Gatz (Gatsby’s legal name until he was seventeen) as his assistant on his yacht and gives him the name Jay Gatsby.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;$25,000.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;- At the time of Cody’s death, Cody leaves $25, 000 to Gatsby. However, Gatsby was unable to retrieve any money because Cody’s mistress, Ella Kaye, wouldn’t allow him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Gatsby Determined &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Since Gatsby was denied the money, Gatsby is determined to become a wealthy and successful person. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;Summary- Chapter six&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;At the beginning of Chapter Six, Nick fills us in with parts of Gatsby’s early life. We learn that &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;James Gatz&lt;/i&gt; was born on a farm in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;North Dakota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. His father was a farmer. We also learn that Gatsby did not attend &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;; rather, he goes to a community college. However, he drops out after two weeks because he got frustrated with the way he had to pay for his tuition. By doing janitorial services. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One day Gatsby saw Dan Cody’s yacht drop anchor in &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Superior&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Gatsby decides to row out to him to inform him that the wind might catch his yacht and break him up in half an hour. “The truth was the Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God-a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that-and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty” (Fitzgerald 99). This quote shows that it compares Gatsby to Jesus to show that Gatsby creates his own identity. This is also a motif that keeps showing up throughout the book as it Gatsby transforms himself into the ideal that he envisioned for him despite the numerous obstacles he would have to face. “For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing” (Fitzgerald 100). This quote represents how Gatsby is going to try to make the unreal real. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Cody takes James Gatz (Gatsby’s legal name until he was seventeen) as his assistant on his yacht and gives him the name Jay Gatsby. At the time of Cody’s death, Cody leaves $25, 000 to Gatsby. “He never understood the legal device that was used against him, but what remained of the millions went intact to Ella Kaye” (Fitzgerald 102). Since Gatsby was unable to receive his inheritance, Gatsby is all the more determined to become a successful and wealthy person. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;he rest of the chapter is about how Nick finally sees Gatsby and Daisy several weeks after their reunion at Nick’s house. Stopping by Gatsby’s house, Nick is alarmed to find &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Tom Buchanan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; there. Gatsby seems nervous and tells Tom that he knows Daisy. Gatsby invites Tom and the Sloane’s to stay for dinner, but they refuse. Tom is disapproving of Gatsby’s lack of social grace. Tom is also very suspicious about Daisy’s habit of visiting Gatsby’s house alone; however he has not discovered Gatsby’s and Daisy’s love for each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;The following Saturday night, Tom and Daisy go to a party at Gatsby’s house. Gatsby seeks out Nick after Tom and Daisy leave the party; he is unhappy because Daisy has had such an unpleasant time. Nick reminds Gatsby that he cannot re-create the past. Gatsby, distraught, protests that he can because he believes that money will solve everything. Nick reflects that since Gatsby’s and Daisy’s kiss, the moment when his dream of Daisy became the dominant force in his life; Gatsby’s dream is over now that he’s got her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>&amp;gt;=(</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T01:29:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T01:29:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Just when i thought things were going okay-ish.even thnough every thing was crumbling for me. i have one true friend who i can tell things i wouldn't tell anyone else. i trust this person completely and i know that they will never hurt me. on the other hand, my life at home is crumbling so fast. i can't wait till i move into a residency downtown for ryerson university. at least ill be out of the house for practically the whole year. and i only have to see them during breaks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents wont let me forget what i did. and they will never plan to forget me. so part of the fight last night was how in the future i will have no one , i will have no family and how i will be alone in this fucking world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents think so much about me that they say id true, but in factt none of it is true.&lt;br /&gt;the reason why im always so angry or whatever is because they dont treat me like a daughter of as a person. they just say we are the parents bow down and do as we say =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dads like you know that your step mom is more of a mom to you than your real mom. and then he's like you know you have never asked about your real mom, and i know i couldnt answer back why but in my head. i said that i didnt ask because i thought it would be too painful for you, dad, and perhaps it might have hurt me as well because i will never meet her ever again until i die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he's like i think you should go see a therapist again. and i was like staring at him with all this rage. i couldnt believe it. things from a year ago are starting to pop up again. you know what i might as well go just so that i can finally let things outta my chest about the way i feel whenever me and my dad fight and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waiting for university...&lt;br /&gt;-Adders</content>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-04-22T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T03:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T03:09:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I promised i wouldn't do it =/&lt;br /&gt;i guess i broke that,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow :] gonna be wicked</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badminton_007ga:62033</id>
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    <title>Going Crazy</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T00:43:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T00:43:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna leave the house and do something&lt;br /&gt;Lately i havent been able to go out b4ecause of something i did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had badminton most nights so that i wouldn't be home. =/&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But now badminton is over and i have no other way to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my dad on friday night whether i could go see an movie on saturday and he's like no&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;So all of yesturday I didnt really talk to him, i was just depressed at the fact of not being able to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;when he asked me why i was sad i was like huh?&lt;br /&gt;and today i've been going crazy with homework, which i'm not even close to finishing. I'm just tired =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay up late again today =/. but i think i might have to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, stuff at school is going okay except for some fuckers in photograpghy &amp;gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ashley were working on a picture with the negative in our enlarger and everything. we leave for a minute to look at a test print. (we had everything set up&amp;nbsp; like EVErything) we come back i turn on our enlarger and what do i find? someone else's picture. so i asked semi-nicely "yo who's is this?"&amp;nbsp; and then this gangster guy was like thats mine. so im like, " alright im taking it out cuz we were working here." and he's like no you're not and you havent been here all class. so im like, " yeah we were gone for a minute, fuck you im taking it out."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i toss it to the side and put my negative in. so he starts on me, " are the fucking queen of the darkroom to tell me to fuck off? you're a bitch ..and so on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stood there not moving not talking because that guy was a douche. he says to me," as sooon as you leave your enlarger i'n taking it back." and i'm like " uh no you're not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood by the enlarger for the rest of the period and asked ashley to do all the developing or for her to stay there while i do it. Then his gangster friend comes in and accidently turns on the lights int he darkroom.&lt;br /&gt;how the hell can you ACCIDENTLY&lt;u&gt; TURN ON&lt;/u&gt; LIGTHS?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heather's picture was in the firtst chemical; her GOOD copy. well of course it got exposed, so i naturally went to her in the classroom and told her about the photo because she should know why it got exposed.&lt;br /&gt;so the guy who turned on the lights , started saying snitch snitch when heather and i came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't sure whether i should tell Zaton about what happened because i origonally said fuck you to him. but i swear if it happens again i dunt care i'm telling.!&lt;br /&gt;let me be a snakkkke!!! see if i care..&lt;br /&gt;like really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;anwyasy thank you for letting me rant dear livejournal =P&lt;br /&gt;It's just that those types of people really piss me off. Funny thing is the guy i said fuck you too, i've known since grade 6!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farguson: there's practise on tuesday, you should come.&lt;br /&gt;Ada: uhh yeah, sir i'll try. i've just been so busy,&lt;br /&gt;Mr.F : alright&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;tuesday rolls around&lt;br /&gt;Mr.F: Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Ada: sorry sir i slept in&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why, but i just dont feel like going to music, like i wasnt to be in the festival but i dunno it just seems like it's not my priority anymore =/. in a way this is making me sad too, because music was the one thing i could never get enough. i guess its friends who tell me how gay music is =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;~*~&lt;br /&gt;If our Photography class only had these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;Tania&lt;br /&gt;Katrina&lt;br /&gt;Angelica&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(i think thats it)&lt;br /&gt;that class would be freaking awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till we're allowed to take cameras home =D i wanna buy like three rolls of film and then take pictures of friends and develop them secretly lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i should go now got loads of freaking english to do X.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-03-13T22:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T02:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T02:53:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dunt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to crawl into a bed and never come out.&lt;br /&gt;eyes still hurt, and i'm adding "water" to them.&lt;br /&gt;i want it all to end.&lt;br /&gt;to much stuff at once to handle..</content>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-03-04T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T01:36:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T01:36:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;there hasnt been a lot that has happened..&lt;br /&gt;i guess the only good thing is We finally beat one school in badminton~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A.D.D.-ers</content>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-03-02T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T05:42:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-02T05:42:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Roses Are Red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets Are Blue,&lt;br /&gt;Winter Is Cold,&lt;br /&gt;And The Sky Is Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;makes absolutely no sense. So yeah Practise went horrible &amp;gt;=( i f i had known o'connor wasn't going to be there i would have never came.like really i did not intened to do drills and nothing but drills until 7 (mind you we start at 5 30) and then get freeaking yelled at by sciberass to move faster because i wasnt keeping up with the senoir guys on the team&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;then he plays me for 6 straight games, the fucking dufus never realized that i barely used to left leg to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i limped off the court finally when he let me..and he's like "Ada whats with your ankle." &amp;gt;=((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i got home i asked my mom to look at my ankle and she's like it's a little bit swollen. and i'm like FUCK this couldnt have happened at a greater time &amp;gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall, this is pretty bad. BUT, i'm detirmined to get to practise at 7:30 a.m. on monday morning to play.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.D.D-ers!!! LOL i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i should be sleeping now but lol i dunt feel like it xD Nick came by work today without me knowing lol &amp;lt;3 thank you for the card as well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess my ranting about fucking sciberass is done see ya later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adders,&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a A.D.D.-ers</content>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-02-26T18:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T23:46:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T23:46:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I know i say this all the time..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for that too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the biggest blow to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Salvation</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T02:23:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T02:34:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#990033"&gt;Nine months ago,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It seems so long ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;All that remains, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Is a memory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;What was, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;And who I had become.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Salvation;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hidden under strings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hidden beneath the surface. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Minds racing,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hearts breaking,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Never resting to find its peace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Salvation.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Alright so its pretty shitty. i just thought about something. LOL. well as for my third post of the day =P i shall go off LJ now&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-Adders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Letter to my Body</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T23:41:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-25T23:41:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Letter to my body&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Hair, I don’t like you. Thank you for putting up with all my damages to you. I’m very sorry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Eyes, thank you for being gorgeous I wish I could marry you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Mouth, I’m sorry I don’t use Chap Stick. I promise I will use some soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Arms/Hands, I’m sorry for all the things I have done to you. From carrying heavy boxes and books to my cooking skills.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Hands, why are you so dry?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear titas, I’m thankful but why do you have to get so big? =P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear stomach, I have nothing to say to you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Curves, Couldn’t you be more defined?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Thighs, thank you very much for absorbing everything into you -_-“.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Legs, Thank you for surviving the running, jumping and suicide drills in badminton. I’m surprised you still work. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dear Mind, Why do you have to taunt me so? Making me have to relive everything as soon as it happens. And then making me feel so down and shitty. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badminton_007ga:59738</id>
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    <title>no subject as usual =P</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T23:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-25T23:40:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Diary of Jane- Breaking Benjamin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;And the wheel of fortune has turned once again and the fortunes bestowed negatively have started to change. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I finished my English, and then I has to edit it, it’s not the best it could be but its good enough. The thing that got me really CHESSED! Is the fact that that my average for semester 1 is 79!!!!!!!! Crap man that just means you’re good but not good enough. Like shit all I needed one percent. = (not being on the honor roll again = (oh well …next year’s the charm? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;So yeah, I decided to skip religion class again. This is like the eighth time this semester and lol I don’t regret it because I haven’t missed anything major. Which is a good thing. I’m sorry Jon Carl I will not skip again =P. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Today we had badminton practice in the morning at &lt;st1:time hour="19" minute="30"&gt;seven thirty&lt;/st1:time&gt;. You know what that means! Having to leave the house at &lt;st1:time hour="18" minute="30"&gt;6:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;. -_-“. But yeah it was worth I finally have a tactic to playing singles it’s quite basic, hit the birdie far left, then far, right, and then net left. Basically this is practically it. Then I have decided that if my opponent figures out my method I’ll change it and then I’ll make it net left, left right, and back right. Because I learned that the first thing you want to do is to tire your opponent and make them run over the place. What this creates is most of the times, they will return back to you because they won’t care where they’re putting as long as you hit it over. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So as I was saying, sorry about my boring talk of tactics, I played Apple and Abigail two s. one, and guess who won?! Well of course me I tried using that tactic, although it was a bit harder because two people are a lot easier than one, it proved that using this tactic if effective even against doubles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Alright getting away from my badminton talk, after school was jokes! I fell on my ass, and then I tripped Sylvia into the snow a billion of times, not to mention how I finally tripped over Ryan XD. I’m sorry Nick for hitting you with snow. I feel really bad. Hope you’ll forgive me someday. Lol it was jokes indeed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 125%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Tomorrow morning I have music practice. Kind of don’t want to go but I don’t want to let Fargy down lol. Wednesday after school, well technically around two we (the badminton team) are going to Liberman where we will have our faces smashed to the ground once again. I really want to play singles. But point being. Thursday I have badminton practice from five &lt;st1:time hour="8" minute="30"&gt;thirty until 9&lt;/st1:time&gt; -_-“. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badminton_007ga:59494</id>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-02-22T20:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-23T03:14:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T03:14:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell should I go downstairs if I’m going to do nothing but stare at the wall thinking wtf am I here?! …I can’t close my bedroom door, because they think I’m being too secretive. Like what the hell? I WANT SOME FREAKING PRIVACY --__--“. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;You want to talk to me go ahead and I would be happy to voice my opinion whether positive or negative. The door is not meant to not let anyone through. It is made so that I can have my own space; my sanctuary. I want a place where I can be myself and not have to worry about what my parents think. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Yes, I’m going to be ranting a lot because lately everything has been pissing me off =/ for example, I get really pissed off when I’m walking and then there’s like two people walking towards me and they don’t even bother to move into single file. One day I would like to push those people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So a couple of days I got into a big fight with my parents, one thing led to another, and then another, and like the “wheel of fortune” it came full circle. The whole fight went back to the exact same one we started off from, which made mo fucking sense. One minute we’re talking about how I don’t care about the house or anything, the next we’re talking about how I come home alone from a friends house. Wtf? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;…next day, my dad acted as if nothing has happened. Wtf, I hate it when parents do this like if you’re going to fight for like three hours, then shouldn’t you still be pissed the next day? I don’t get it. I hope I’m not like that when I grow up to be a parent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Going unto a different topic, grade twelve English is not that hard. It’s just that you have to be in class every day otherwise you’ll probably end up missing something important, like assignments and whatnot. So if you’re really sick, forget about going to periods one to three just be sure to get there for period four. If I got sick I’d consider wearing a body suit just so that I wouldn’t miss the class. =/ but then again I don’t think the school would let you in. lol. Mr. Correia is a great teacher and I’m so glad I got him, but he moves way to fucking fast. On the first day of semester two, it is expected that you just go to each class to figure out where your classes are and what is expected in each class. I missed the first day because I skipped, it was a fun day. Point-being, in English class they already started reading King Lear. --__--“.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So on more recent news. I had to get a new td card. Because the security people think that someone may have been trying to get my information and tried to use it somewhere. So I had to get a new one… I went to the store to try it out, and at first I gave them my metropass, without realizing what I’d given them to swipe. So the cashier person didn’t realize and tried to swipe it again and again, until Nick said out loud why did you give him your metropass, and I’m like oops! ..Then when I tried swiping I put in my old pin LMAO. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I found the funniest thing on Youtube, here’s the link: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84_QL1kEmH4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84_QL1kEmH4&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;. It’s so funny. Lol. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Lol. Thanks guys for trusting me with preparing the film for the chemical stuff. Lol I was so nervous that I took twice as long. The dark bag you use you can see in it because it has to be dark to put the film. So you have to do it all by sensing. And because I understood what it is meant to blind and all I can say is those people are amazing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I’ve skipped so many classes this week. I don’t know why but I really didn’t feel like going to religion. By the way, I’m sorry Stephanie for ditching you and I promise that next week I’ll be in. hopefully. Next, I’m sorry to nick for not telling him in advance whether I’m skipping or not. I was inconsiderate and I will not let it happen again. You mean everything to me and I don’t want to do anything to make you sad. =) &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Overall, this week has been pretty shitty; I look forward to a better week ahead. W00t! I’m getting paid on Friday! I may act as if everything okay, but in truth I don’t think I am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;One last thing before I leave, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;-Adders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Not so funny now is it, funny man?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badminton_007ga:59368</id>
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    <title>AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T04:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T04:10:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;GRADE 12 ENGLISH IS KILLING ME ALREADY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;we're already almost done act 1 of King Lear.&lt;br /&gt;Already had a pop quiz on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have an assignment due two weeks from now on act 1, 2, 3 of king lear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also got the beginning of our isu&lt;br /&gt;well we got to choose the book anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically for the isu, you have to pick a book from a list and then write a comparitative essay on that book and one of the books that we have to read in calss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those books are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a street car named desire&lt;br /&gt;heart of darkness&lt;br /&gt;king lear&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the great gatsby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.................&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badminton_007ga:58950</id>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-02-04T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-05T03:43:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-05T03:43:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;-----____------ fucking parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will they ever learn?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>blah plus next sem.</title>
    <published>2008-02-03T03:53:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-03T03:53:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay next sem. classes:&lt;br /&gt;Period 1 : Photography&lt;br /&gt;Period 2: Religion&lt;br /&gt;Period 3: SPARE!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lunch&lt;br /&gt;Period 4: Grade 12 english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&amp;nbsp;semester has gone by so QUICK! So much has happened, the only thing that i can't believe is everything went by so quickly. i have regrets for my actions before and after.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many thoughts racing through my mind, some of them lead to one action, others are about happy things (ilysm&amp;lt;3)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be a nerd but i guess you're my nerd =PP ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so thankful for great friends like Ryan and Sylvia. and Nick well lol.&lt;br /&gt;=P im kidding =)&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for them i probably would've gone nuts by now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more year and done of school.&lt;br /&gt;one more year of all the drama&lt;br /&gt;one more year of great fun&lt;br /&gt;one more year to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-Adders =/</content>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-01-31T19:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T00:52:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T00:52:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badminton_007ga:58116</id>
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    <title>badminton_007ga @ 2008-01-31T19:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T00:36:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T00:36:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss the good old days, like getting stuck in the rain and laughing it off. I miss the way how most of the times i knew nothing bout what was going on. i miss the way we would always find something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats all passed, through one of my stupid mistakes, god what an idiot i am . i should've known better. but now it's all to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have grown distant now, i dunt know anything about them anymore, i think we might lead different lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be friends forever, i heard that, i believed in it sooo much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;whether i invite them to my special day off in the future i don't know but one things for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missing the good old days =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ada</content>
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    <title>T_________T</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T02:35:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T02:44:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what next?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;exams a month early! &lt;br /&gt;registration tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;Compulsory are now goggles in badminton !! (yeah apperently someone lost an eye last year0.o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh fuck &lt;br /&gt;i'm on the brink of failing my law isu =( &lt;br /&gt;math is like =&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;"you wanna skip?" ''yeah sure let's go !'' &lt;br /&gt;...even bio its like&amp;nbsp; meh its just bio let's go &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; X___x im doomed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i'm planning to do for law is write down every definition we learned and answer them and write down all the test questions i ever had! &lt;br /&gt;lol im turning into jucelmo my stalker xXxxxXxxXD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>T_T</title>
    <published>2008-01-12T01:09:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-12T01:09:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I ruined everything. It's all my fault.</content>
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    <title>w00t! for party ^__</title>
    <published>2008-01-05T05:44:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-05T05:44:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt; T&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;I &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;C&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;K &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;S ! ! !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600" size="5"&gt;DICKERDOODLE COOKIES ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;BRITNEY SPEARS SONGS ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;FAILED ATTEMPTS AT GRINDING ! ! !&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;RATINGS: SYL-7.9&lt;br /&gt;&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; RYRY -8.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN FINGERS AND CAKE AND CHIPS AND MORE GOODNESS ! ! !&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;ALL THOSE "DS" PICS WE DREW xD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;^____________________________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVRYONE AND NO ONE,&lt;br /&gt;MAY THIS YEAR BE FILLED WITH &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;no DRAMA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; AND ONLY PURE FUN AND CLOSE FRIENDS &lt;u&gt;WE&lt;/u&gt; DON'T NEED LIARS......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;...I'VE HAD THIS WHOLE HOLIDAY TO WORK ON MY LAW ISU....YEAH I HAVENT TOUCHED IT AND IM SCREWED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00T! FOR PAY INCREASE $10 AN HOUR BEAT THAT BITCH! (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;JANUARY METROPASS oh yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;....So yeah that about sums up my whole week maybe.. i can't wait to go bk to school though, to see everyone again....i think i have an ear infection and possibly bronchitis, well i hope not anyways.. but yeah. I saw Harold's hair today well kind of . I think it looks sooo coool. but he can no longer be called L i don't think. =(&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Which reminds me I'm probably going to go cut my hair after i finish work, cuz im really tired of my hair lol and i want to get bangs =) ..hopefully they'll look good on me =) ... &amp;gt;=( they better!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lemon Demon = &amp;lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;....i should be going to bed.....i have work tomorrow and im tired as hell from attempting to grind ahahahhahhaahhahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ada (^__\\)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title> Prince of Tennis!</title>
    <published>2007-12-16T05:33:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T05:33:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/badminton_007ga/pic/0000g0c2/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="171" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/badminton_007ga/pic/0000g0c2/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just &amp;lt; 3333333333333333333 prince of tennis!&lt;br /&gt;i love it!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and theres no explanation for ti xxxxxxD&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;yum whiskey&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I Don't Know what to do anymore</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T03:16:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T03:16:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel so broken inside as if someone trampled all over me and then ran off. So much stuff is happening right now. I'm trying to mkae everyone happy, yet at the same time i&amp;nbsp;because more unhappy by the&amp;nbsp;day. I ve heard so many things, and read so many things and i wonder why can't i go back to something/someone possibly. I havent been sleeping very well either...like going to bed at 12 on school days and getting up at 6. Finally Friday came and during the rehearsal on stage for music i couldnt play hey jude because i was running out of breath.&amp;nbsp;I'd play one note and then not play for two bars just trying to get my breath back =( so im going to sleep today as soon as i finish this post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize many things over the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;1) Someone cares about me&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SOOO&lt;/font&gt; much&lt;br /&gt;2) Sleep &lt;font size="3"&gt;IS VERY&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;important.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tiger Hats pwn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....On a happier note&lt;br /&gt;Going to go help Sabrina and Czarina And possibly Angelo(if hes not late again) in badminton...but i need strength to do that xxxxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im going to go ...hopefully I can think of what i can do ....&lt;br /&gt;-Ada =S</content>
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