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  <title>you can make the stars call out your name</title>
  <subtitle>you can make the ocean waves calm</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-01-29T00:36:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chenoa_bird:6482</id>
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    <title>boredboredbored.</title>
    <published>2008-01-27T02:08:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T05:01:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S a d i e 91305&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;bought fake tattoos earlier xD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;g3tyourownb0x&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;ROFL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;g3tyourownb0x&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;omggg i love you hahaha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dLDSHbgdgshbgfhdehyte&lt;br /&gt;Still bored.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could driiiiiiive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my old username.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chenoa_bird:6238</id>
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    <title>chenoa_bird @ 2008-01-26T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T23:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T00:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Write the first 10 memories about yourself that come to mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;b&gt;.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I was a little kid &lt;/b&gt;I never slept. I would stay up reading all the time, draw in coloring books, do puzzles, play with my cat. I went through a really long phase where I had nightmares basically every night and I would refuse to go to bed. When I was around 9 my grandma bought me a dream catcher and I hung it over my bed. I slept with that thing for years, it actually worked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was&amp;nbsp;10&lt;/b&gt; my family and I used to go to Rushford Lake and live there in our cottage over the summer. There was a hobo who lived in his car on the road our cottage was on, and he used to freak my parents out because he had a police record or something. He knocked on our door all the time and gave us random&amp;nbsp;stuff, mostly old phonebooks. It was creepy. My sister and I&amp;nbsp;would ride our bikes past his car/house and try to get a glimpse of what the inside looked like&amp;nbsp;until once when&amp;nbsp;our mom yelled at us and told us that he used to have a daughter and she "disappeared". A couple days after that I threw an egg at his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.)&amp;nbsp; When I was 15,&lt;/b&gt; last summer, I lost my 9 year old brother at Six Flags. I kept putting off getting him cotton candy and then finally he raced off when I wasn't paying attention to buy his own. I ran around looking for him and crying and until Amanda called me and said she found him. I just hugged him and hugged him, and then we got a charicature drawn of him. Scariest experience of my liiiife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.)&amp;nbsp; When I was 6&lt;/b&gt; and my sister was 5, we used to spend weekends at our dad's house in oakfield, which was actually our grandparent's house. My parents had us when they were really young. He had a big house with a field and woods behind it. A lot of times&amp;nbsp;our dad would&amp;nbsp;be studying for college exams (law school..) and we'd get bored and go outside. There was a huge garage behind the the house and it was really old, and it had a series of rooms in it and it was dusty and dark and we thought that it was haunted. It seemed really huge. When I went back to that house when I was 13 my sister and I walked in the garage to see what it looked like, it was a lotttttt lot lot smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.)&amp;nbsp; Right after I turned 14&lt;/b&gt; a couple summers ago, my sister and I and our friends Chaz and Garret, from Rushford Lake, decided to go rock jumping at the lake one day. We got on our sea-doos and drove to the front of the damn where there were a lot of rocks. We took turns sitting on the sea doos&amp;nbsp;while the other&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;climbed up the&amp;nbsp;cliff, and jumped&amp;nbsp;off a rock about 20 ft in the air... landing in the really deep water about 30 feet from the dam. We didn't find out until a few weeks later that there was an electric fence underwater right next to where we were jumping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I still get chills when i think about it :S.&amp;nbsp;We were grounded from the boats for the rest of she summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.) The summer after, when I was 15&lt;/b&gt; I crashed one of those sea doos going close to 50 miles an hour. Wasn't looking where I was going and collided with my sister. :X We walked away fine,&amp;nbsp;just shocked&amp;nbsp;and pretty bruised. Sea doos were wrecked though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.)&amp;nbsp; When I was a little kid&lt;/b&gt; my sister and I thought the word "virgin" was an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.)&amp;nbsp; When I was 11&lt;/b&gt; I wrote a poem that made my english teacher cry. My mom told me it was because I was good at writing. I still don't think I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.)&amp;nbsp; When&amp;nbsp;I was 5&lt;/b&gt; I told my sister she was never allowed in my room ever again and she "ran away" from home (ran down the street&amp;nbsp;till my&amp;nbsp;mom ran after her). Two years later when our 15 year-old aunt was babysitting us my aunt and I told her that we were gonna call the police on her, joking around, and she ran away again. My aunt was too lazy to run after her so this time I had to chase her, and she made it two blocks before I caught her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.)&amp;nbsp; When I was 7 &lt;/b&gt;I punched a kid at&amp;nbsp;Chuck E Cheese.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chenoa_bird:5794</id>
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    <title>beating hearts grow but never die</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T15:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T00:35:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="455" height="341" alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381687_2378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="PHOTOBOOTH!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381635_1437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby andrea me and amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381637_1977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381636_1706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381644_3925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381649_5394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381660_8447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381684_5706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381645_4194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woww I love these xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381665_9937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381678_3798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381674_2626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381676_3199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381682_4991.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381648_5120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381663_9372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381677_3515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"move move move! i wanna flip myself off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381691_3293-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381632_418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible to look at this seriously without laughing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381695_4201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381664_9660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andreas mom in the background haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381655_7052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381689_2848-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381629_9632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381661_8735-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/n741110221_381685_6000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took like 100 pictures on that thing xD Oh my god I almost dieeeeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Rachel Wednesday night!!! I've missed her a ton. Have to hang out with her wayy more often&amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Muuuuusic.</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T00:30:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T19:24:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>chenoa_bird @ 2008-01-20T00:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T05:14:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T00:35:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;This Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;October wasn’t that far away, and the leaves were crinkling red. She called me up to cry one day because she dreamed that I was dead. I said tell me your favorite song, I’ll learn it for you, and I did; played the notes all wrong and kissed her instead. &lt;br /&gt;She said this song makes me wanna cry wanna cry wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I forgot not to call her, remembered on the second ring. I’d dreamt that her blue car and stalled on her, and she hadn’t even felt a thing. She’d said dreams somehow signified life but she didn’t know where or when. Now I’m playing the notes all wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;And this song makes me wanna cry wanna cry wanna cry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chenoa_bird:2721</id>
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    <title>chenoa_bird @ 2008-01-19T03:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-19T08:18:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T00:36:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a winter person.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chenoa_bird:584</id>
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    <title>chenoa_bird @ 2008-01-09T11:27:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T16:45:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-20T17:24:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>beirut</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a187/Sadie1409/B006-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;some sundays i wake early&lt;br /&gt;to the sounds of the oak branches tapping&lt;br /&gt;my windowpane,&lt;br /&gt;to hear the timid, sweeping brush&lt;br /&gt;and raise my head as it calls my name.&lt;br /&gt;quiet, in the morning's hush&lt;br /&gt;to feel myself&amp;nbsp; r e b o r n &amp;nbsp;again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Comment to be added, and I'll add you back &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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