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  <title>Ravyn Madd</title>
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    <name>Ravyn Madd</name>
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  <updated>2003-09-16T20:08:35Z</updated>
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    <title>ravyn_madd @ 2003-09-16T15:50:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-16T20:08:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The weekend was so fun. I got to hang out with Porcelain at the mall. She bought an ugly shirt, though. It's black with little gray stripes. Elg, I just didn't like it. But I bought an awesome t-shirt. It's red, orange, and yellow, and has ... little flame designs and the sleeves are shaped like flames. Also bought myself some new earrings. I put makeup on Porcelain. She didn't want me to at first but I did it anyways. I thought she looked nice, anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Chris took Porcelain and me to a concert. Just some rock concert of a band that Chris likes. They were alright. Porcelain told me that she doesn't like Chris. I don't understand &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; because he's the best boyfriend I've ever had so far. I can't believe how ungrateful she is. I asked him if I could bring Porcelain and he was nice enough to let her come. Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school, those guys who keep picking on Porcelain tried to pick on her again but I set them aflame.  Well, I set one of them aflame. I GUESS it's a good thing that he knew how to stop, drop, and roll. Funny, though. I hid my lighter in my secret spot just outside of the school so they couldn't find and confiscate it. I told the teachers that he was trying to light a cigarette on school grounds and somehow caught himself on fire. I can't believe they bought that. X)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an F in science. Whoopee.</content>
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    <title>ravyn_madd @ 2003-09-13T15:01:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-13T19:33:15Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Went out with Chris last night. I see Porcelain had objections. Maybe I should hook her up with one of Chris's friends. I'm like her only friend and well, that's pretty sad. I think that's why she's clingy to me sometimes. It gets a bit annoying. She's gotta toughen up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris drove me downtown and we just drove around ... I met some of his friends. They're all morons. *s* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was blabbering on and on about how miserable his life is. His mother hits him, his grades sinking, his isolation from the people at school, BLAHBLAHBLAH, I wasn't really listening. I was just playing with that new lighter I got. Sometimes, I feel like I'd rather be with my lighter than be with Chris, or my past boyfriends and girlfriends. It calms me. I feel complete with it. When I'm with Chris, I don't feel like I am myself. I feel like an outer shell devoid of any insides.  Mmrph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call up Porcelain and ask her if she wants to go to the mall.</content>
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    <title>First entry!!!!!</title>
    <published>2003-09-11T20:09:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">This is my first journal entry. Porcelain got one so why not? *shrugs* Hi, Porcey. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I pretended to be sick and my parents let me stay home. When they left for work, I called up Adrianne and we drove to the mall. It was fun. Kinda boring, though, but I got a new lighter. It's silver with little red diamonds ( Fake diamonds. Sob. ) on it and a serpent is wrapped around it. I am in love. Eee! I spent like thirty minutes playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Adrianne took me to Chris's house. Chris is my current boyfriend. We've been dating for four weeks. And I'm still interested in him. Holy crap. That's a record. We put black eyeliner on him. *s* It's weird. I am borrowing his bondage pants. Haha. Too bad we have freakin' school uniforms. Adrianne and Chris go to a public school and they get to wear whatever the fuck they want! AAARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Chris and I made out while Adrianne was smoking and watching some TV show. Then they drove me home and here I am! Porcelain should be home from school by now. Waiting for her to fucking log on. LOG ON AIM, PORCELAIN! Or face my wrath. Bwahaha. My parents will be home in like two or three hours. :P I guess I'll just play with my lighter. Fyah ... ^o^</content>
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