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  <title>There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story..</title>
  <subtitle>.. You can never quite tell where they'll take you.</subtitle>
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    <name>JOLI™</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-15T07:27:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doubletakes:18004</id>
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    <title>057.</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T10:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T07:27:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this past tuesday my heart was broken&amp;nbsp;for the first time by a boy, his name is Dylan and he just broke my heart to pieces.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not what it seems. I didn't get my heart broken by a stupid boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is a second grader who I watch at A+ and he broke my heart. After snack time they do their homework and Dylan had to alphabetize his spelling list. Usually I sit down with him and help him but that day I was bombarded with other second graders with their math and other work. The leader that I work with decided that she wanted to take out the kids who were finish with their homework and that was only 3 kids at the time. I ended up staying in the cafeteria with 15+ kids give or take. It was hectic and everytime Dylan asked me to help him, I would sit down with him, help him with one problem and then another kid would come up to me asking me to explain their math homework or kids not doing their homework and making too much noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dylan, let me help the kids with math since their math was kind of difficult with them. They had to write a rule/statement to what happens when you subtract an odd from an even and vice versa. The one question I kept getting was "What is a rule?" or "What is a statement?"&amp;nbsp;so that was too much for me. I would think the teacher would help them on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&amp;nbsp;I got most of the kids out I could finally sit down with Dylan and help him on his list.&amp;nbsp;Its funny, I taught him a trick that he could use to help at the beginning of the year so he follows that (and told the other kids to do that too!) I guess he wants to make sure that I'm there to see that its all correct and that he's doing a good job. Well when I sat with him he finished and he made a tiny mistake. He put 'moist' after 'voice' so instead of telling him, I gave the list back and told him that he had one wrong and I to look the list over to find the error. I thought he was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was helping Nakoa and Nakoa noticed Dylan crying. That's when Dylan broke my heart. I know the leaders and aides aren't suppose to have favorite kids but in reality we all do, ask anyone that I work with and they'll name someone that they favor. Dylan is my favorite, he's such a cutie with chipmunk cheeks and just a sweet personality. He was crying because he was getting frustrated so it took me a while to calm him down, I made him wash his face but that didn't work so finally I took him and another kid who bumped his head to the health room and gave the other kid a ice pack which he took and ran off (kids these days) and I ended up wiping Dylan's face because I never realized how dirty they are from school. He was rubbing dirt in his eyes, so thats not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he finally calmed down, I explained to him why I didn't just give him the answers and we finished his other work. So that was my day at work. So sad, that my friend knew that I was heartbroken since she knows how I feel when one of her kids are crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, even though Dylan is my favorite, seeing any kid cry is sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this came out longer than expected, so sorry but if you read it all, thank you!</content>
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    <title>FRIENDS CUT.</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T12:57:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-08T11:10:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;hey everyone! i know i haven't been the best&amp;nbsp;lj friend&amp;nbsp;and i'm very sorry! i am reading all of your guys entries, i just don't have time to comment on them which is sad since i love commenting. but i'm updating right now to let you all know that i'm going to be doing a &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIENDS CUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.. there are few that i know will be gone and most likely end up being banned from my page since i have this issue with the numbers not matching, i hate banning people but i'm going to have to.. so this is the time now to delete me if you don't find me entertaining anymore, =[.. and if you want, you can comment to say that you'll want to stay, but most likely most of you are going to be staying! just making a notice!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most likely the people that are getting cut are:&lt;br /&gt;- one's that journals are dead.&lt;br /&gt;- one's that i don't connect with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want a close knit of friends, thats all.. i hope thats not asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, well bye..&amp;nbsp; a real update soon! =]&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doubletakes:996</id>
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    <title>[001] - THE STORY OF A GIRL..</title>
    <published>2006-12-04T05:23:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-01T11:41:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey everyone, just thought i make a little introduction about myself. i really hope to make a new friends, since making friends are the best. i used to be singletini but i had the journal for awhile and the name is cute but it kinda wore off away and i'm too fond of it anymore.. so anyways, here is a little something to read to get to know me.. &lt;strong&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="STORY OF A GIRL.."&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;my name is Joli and&amp;nbsp;i was born&amp;nbsp;on August 12. i live on Hawaii which some would say is "a tropical paradise".. but thats far from the truth, well from my point of view. but don't let me stop you from visiting! i'm a full time sophomore student at a community college but i do hope to transfer to a university or perhaps study abroad [which would be utterly awesome!]. i hope one day to be actually be working in film/television/theatre or perhaps open my own restaurant. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a dreamer, i'm simplicated, i live in my own fantasy world at times, i have a love/hate relationship with drama, i have a movie addiction that can't be cured with a collection of DVDs that fill up my closet, i love all genre of music, books let me escape the real world, i have an addiction towards juicy couture even though i don't own any, at times i can be bitch and at times i can be the most generous kind person you'll ever meet, i love making new friends and i keep my friends and family close to me at heart, there are some friendships that ended which i regret, but then sometimes they end for a reason, a reason which i may never know. when you first meet me, i may seem mean/intimidating but its only because i've been hurt alot in the past for&amp;nbsp;trusting people too fast, but once you get to know me i'm more laid-back and i have a "everything is peachy".. i love to laugh til my stomach is hurting because i'm a firm believer that laughing cures.. haha.. i'm flawed, but then again i&amp;nbsp;believe that everyone is flawed which makes us all perfect..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;when i write, i like to be very detailed and not leave anything out, which is good and bad at times.. but then again i do just want to get everything off my chest and not bottle everything inside like i used to. well, this is my about me, if you want to know anything about me just comment.. thanks for reading.. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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