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  <title>Please note: take 2 steps back...</title>
  <subtitle>your suffocating me.</subtitle>
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    <name>Linz-Z.monster</name>
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  <updated>2005-06-15T22:37:14Z</updated>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-06-15T15:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T22:37:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T22:37:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;New Journal:&lt;br /&gt;fishiesgo__pook&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancinfrombelow:7630</id>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-05-02T18:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T01:36:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T01:36:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love it how one person [who remains nameless] freaks out because I know something no one else knows, since I talk to her ex-boyfriend. Well she's not freaking out because I know, she's freaking out because this something I know will get all over school. Well seriously who the fuck would believe me anyways. I really dont have the need to share this something with everyone at school anyways. Im not the type to prance around saying shit that was told to me. lame shit but whatever floats her boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two kittens living with me now. Harley and Spider, their both almost 3 weeks old. I still have to bottle feed them and their little pains when it comes to their food. All this weekend I hung out with Jason of course, I made him feed some kittens too. We went to the Saint Gregory's carnival on friday. We went with Lisa Jo and Patrick, it was great they went fishing in my room and we walked out looking retarded. It was great Patrick and Jason wore my skirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/P1010029.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/P1010028.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;Spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/P1010023.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/P1010021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/spider3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/P1010026.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/P1010027.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;aww they like Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Me and Jason:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://n00100.myspace.com/00100/11/51/100371511_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://n00099.myspace.com/00099/18/80/99130881_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://n00100.myspace.com/00100/18/97/100427981_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancinfrombelow:7185</id>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-04-26T17:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-27T00:57:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-27T00:57:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been 3 months since me and Jason have been seeing eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/mejason.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally have my own little kitties now...ones named Harley and the other one is Spider, I love them so and they can barely walk and they have no teeth. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://n00092.myspace.com/00092/18/15/92345181_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on edge for the past like month... I dont know why its soo fucking lame. I dont like it anymore makes me feel like Im shit since thats how I treat everyone else...like shit. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know I dont like being mad at people, and for stupid reasons too. Im always either mad at one of my family members or... Jason, which totally sucks. I hate it and I cant let anything go now so we have to fight and fight till Im over it. =\ I dont think its right, I dont even know why he puts up with this shit Im not even worth his time. =\</content>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-04-11T20:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T03:27:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T03:27:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the faint-take me to the hospital</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I think its official that almost everyone knows I Lin-Z.monster have a boy friend named Jason. This right there is a big deal for me, I dont want to shove it in anyways face...I hate that. Im not like "hey look at me I have a boyfriend and we make babies all night long" hahaha yeah right I would never say that since I dont make babies and I dont like to brag. Its just the fact that I dont trust &lt;big&gt;anyone&lt;/big&gt; now-a-days, but hey I get a boyfriend. lol. And since Im like the happiest I have ever been, now lets see people call me a whore or a hoe or a slut now. I cant wait for the summer, I will be ride of all the drama of the school year...but then again there will be one more year or drama and name calling. Oh how I dread that, but to look at it this way...I'll just have to put up with that shit a year and off to college I go. Far Far away from everyone, maybe in the summer I'll visit Lester, I miss that boy. &lt;br /&gt;hmm yeah, I want piercings...the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-04-05T17:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T00:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T00:30:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hellogoodbye-call and return</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how everyone is getting into my business. Today, Melanie asked me about my BC and some girl who doesnt need to be named was like "you have sex?" I replied "uhh no" she said "oh ok cuz you dont look like the type of girl anyways" Is it really any of her business knowing what I do with boys. Not really, its not even anyone elses besides mine and Jason's. If you haven't noticed Jason and I are boyfriend/girlfriend now. I know its a big deal for me to say this, but hey fuck it people will find out sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed I lost a lot of friends during these past years. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mhystie-&lt;/b&gt; It was all my fault, and sucks because so much hate has been exchanged over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tyler-&lt;/b&gt; She called me a dirty whore and ment it, and was supposed to be my "best" friend so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brandon-&lt;/b&gt; My fault again, stupid girl emotions. But everything worked out, I really happy for him+mhystie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtney-&lt;/b&gt; I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew-&lt;/b&gt; I dont know really, something about a jacket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;If you were reading that dont take offence please.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To me its a lot of friends, since I get annoyed with most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason makes me the happiest ever!!! Yey for me I found someone finally.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-03-29T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T08:18:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-29T08:18:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dead to fall-memory.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;I went to battle of the bands on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, wow...I thought it wouldnt be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to school friday...meh I wanted to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;But this whole weekend I spent with Jason.&lt;br /&gt;We're like inseparable, now anyways..Its always us hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to have that kind of attention now. makes me all happy.&lt;br /&gt;FInally I am happy, I have a best friend/ umm...boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, It gets retarded from there. We dont have that label of "boyfriend or girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;I dont want it, and he's waiting for me to want it.&lt;br /&gt;I know like almost everyone told me to make him my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;uhh its not that easy...for me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im perfectly fine with how things are right now. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing should change.&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mommy bought him condoms. haha okie like we're going to use them.&lt;br /&gt;Only to blow them up and make decorations.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck any of that sex shit, condoms are good water balloons. &lt;br /&gt;thats at least what my mommy said.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://k00080.myspace.com/00080/94/43/80093449_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://k00080.myspace.com/00080/35/54/80094553_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://k00080.myspace.com/00080/37/06/80116073_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes soo tall, and hes all mine. hahaha he looks so fashionxcore in my pink jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://k00080.myspace.com/00080/10/51/80111501_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeee its us. haha.&amp;hearts;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancinfrombelow:6187</id>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-03-21T21:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T06:01:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T06:01:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ladytron-another breakfast with you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; &lt;center&gt;It seems like its everyones "year" anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Tahnee and Matt's is comming up...sooo darling.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know everyone is just like ahhh with everything.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a special year anniversary... I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice but that shit scares me. &lt;br /&gt;I shiver at the word &lt;i&gt;commitment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Im always the one to give out advice.&lt;br /&gt;why cant anyone give me advice?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im finally happy, I wouldn't know what I would do with out Le Jason. Im totally falling for him fast... Its been about almost 10 weeks we've been talking on weds. Crazy thing to say since none of my past things have lasted this long. But I have sooo much fun with him and he told me he wont let me mess this up. I know deep down I'd most likely mess it up...thats just how I am, but he tells me otherwise. Its nice to have a boy now, Im very content in everything... a little confused, but arent we all? He told me that hes never felt the way he feels with me with another girl. I believe him to tell the truth, I dont see him as some boy who will say stuff just to get into my pants. &lt;big&gt;Even though he knows he wont&lt;/big&gt;. I know now what people are talking about when they say stuff about how nothing else matter except the person their with or that that person makes you sooo happy. I know its kind of early but hey Jason makes me feel all special, even though I dont think I am.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-03-17T19:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-18T04:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-18T04:04:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>call and return-hellogoodbye</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; Today was retarted, St. Patricks Day of course sucked penis. Thank god I didnt have to go and eat corn beef. I hate that shit, soo salty.  So I went onto myspace today when I got home from school and I see a bulletin like "punkers 15 to 25" and it said: "The Warp tour needs punkers to promote it and they will pay big bux $$$. They probably will exept you if you are over 25 if you have a lot of tattoos and piercing wich I'm hoping they will with me. All you have to do is gimme a ride and I'll let you know the details. &lt;br /&gt;-Matt" And of course I think this is bullshit, saying punker so I replyed: "why do you say punkers? &lt;br /&gt;punker means poser, you call someone punker if their a poser. thats what i think, or at least over here...I hang out with "punks" and they dont go hey punk how are you punk. they have nicknames and what not but they call the posers punkers. Most people who dont know anything about punk call anyone who dress differently a punker. there is no type of punker music, its punk. Just like how theres Mods, and metal heads and hardcore kids. Are you really all about the life style that a punk lives? or are you just there for the music and the cool fashions? anyone could be "punk" now-a-days its trendy to put on a studded belt and wear "the clash" tee-shirts or "the ramones" but if you ask them one song they like or their favorite they wont know, or they will say "thats song you know with hey ho lets go". &lt;br /&gt;I apologize for any misconceptions towards this message, i dont mean any harm I just wanted to know why you said punkers. Since it does piss me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Linzy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got my point across. UGHHH I need money, Im trying to get money for prom...and everything else. Its not working, Jason insits on paying for the tickets but I dont think he'll have enough and he needs his stuff so I wanna pay for them. I might as well I could ask my dad or mom hahaa they'll pitch in maybe? who knows. But Im fucking happy with everything right now, besides like school. Everything else is wonderful. the end =]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-03-15T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T05:15:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T05:15:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hellogoodbye-homewrecker</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of all these cunts wanting to start drama. Get the fuck over it bitches, Im nothing to be causing drama from so leave me out of it. &lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt; my dad went all crazy on my brother and I, he basicly told me Im nothing and that the grade Im getting in photo doesn't count. That totally upset me since I love photography now, I basicly can take pictures of whatever the fuck I want. Of course I choose ones that need a lot of thought and work put into it. Like the teen issues assignment: Yeah my topic was "cutting/depression" but it wasnt like any other person doing it. Mine took a lot of thought, I mean I dont think you can really think of splattering your bathroom walls with chocolate syrup and taking pictures of someone with the syrup in their hands. This means: depression, I know that sometimes your always sad and you blame everything on yourself or other people. Thats why theres "blood" or chocolate on her hands and my walls. If you dont get it I'll tell you more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyways&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, So when my dad was done getting all crazy on me...that took like a day. So basicly this afternoon he comes home and tells me to have a seat next to him. He takes off all the shit on the computer, so I could have the computer, then takes out his wallet and was like "here" and hands me $20. Im fucking shocked, He never gave me that much money cuz he was sorry...Im guessing he really was. He should be, it was lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyways&lt;/b&gt; Im going to prom with Jason, heck yes. I want to go and since tahneers is like "linzy your going with jason to prom" HA, yeah Im going. I have my dress, now I need shoes and everything else. I need money too, but Jason and I will figure things out I hope. OH my cousin met Jason on Sunday, it was so funny. She was like giving him the dirtiest look and saying I can only go to "First Base". Oh and that shes watching us... I dont know but it was a fun day with my cousin and parentals and Jason. On Friday I get to see my doctor, heck yes Im soo happy...my moms all freaking out since when i get my rag i get bad cramps and bleed a lot. so shes like "i want you on the pill blah blahhh" haha Im not having anyone touch my vagina thank you very much. I dont need anyone looking up there, &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Linzys a VIRGIN&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. Yup big shocker...but I am.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-03-09T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T07:05:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T07:05:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www3.zero.ad.jp/lee/hedwig%20and%20the%20angry%20inch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with this movie.&lt;br /&gt;I love it I love it I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.indiewire.com/film/reviews/images/hedwig.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;"i think love is immortal"&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;and if we don't behave they'll cut us down again &lt;br /&gt;and we'll be hopping 'round on one foot &lt;br /&gt;looking through one eye &lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw you we had just split in two &lt;br /&gt;he was looking at me, i was looking at you &lt;br /&gt;you had a way so familiar i could not recognize &lt;br /&gt;cause you had blood on your face &lt;br /&gt;and i had blood in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;but i swear by your expression &lt;br /&gt;that the pain down in your soul was the same &lt;br /&gt;as the one down in mine &lt;br /&gt;that's the pain &lt;br /&gt;that cuts a straight line down through the heart &lt;br /&gt;we call it love&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancinfrombelow @ 2005-03-01T22:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T06:30:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T06:30:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bubble pop electric</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I decided to make all my other entries "friends"...cuz I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;Today was great.&lt;br /&gt;I took more pictures of felicia.&lt;br /&gt;this time it turned out awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5784copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5740.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tub&amp;hearts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5750.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5748.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5760.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're freaking cute and you know it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5762.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was going to be a heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5785.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5786.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5787.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love felicia. she makes everything great&amp;hearts;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5795.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i like it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/infectlin-z/photo/DSCN5808.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a cool picture.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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