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  <title>Dr. Lew's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Do or do not.  There is no try
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
Those that danced were thought quite insane by those who could not hear the music
To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten
Everyone who lives dies but not everyone who dies lives
Be more concerned about your character than your reputation because your character is who you are and your reputation is what others think of you
Listen closely to your enemies. They tell you your faults
The only fool bigger than the one who thinks he knows it all it the one who argues with him
When one door closes, another one opens, sometimes we look so long at the closed door, we don't see the one that has opened...
When you're arguing with an idiot, make sure that the other person isn't doing the same thing!</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-21T09:15:31Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick 8</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/32216" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Emmett just grumbles. Frankly, I can&amp;#8217;t see why he can&amp;#8217;t be happy for me. &lt;em&gt;Mark just talked to me.&lt;/em&gt; Oh yes, it&amp;#8217;s love. I think I might build a shrine on that holy piece of land, the land of the intersectino between the social studies hallway and the English hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;AAAAngelaaaaa, you&amp;#8217;re zoning out again,&amp;#8221; Emmett interupts my thoughts. I smile at him &amp;#8220;sorry, I apologize, I do that a lot don&amp;#8217;t I?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;He just frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I wish I knew what you&amp;#8217;re thinking&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Now its my turn to frown.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We&amp;#8217;ve been best friends since kindergarden and you still wont tell me who you like,&amp;#8221; I pout and act offended, but Emmett wont give in, I know that. &lt;br /&gt;He just smiles and reaches over and messes up my hair, the hair I work so hard to perfect in the morning so that Mark will see me at my prime. I dont care anymore though, cause were walking home now and Mark lives in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;(no I am not a stalker, I have a friend that lives in his neighborhood)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/32216</id>
    <published>2008-05-28T21:18:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T09:15:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">NEW QUIZ!!! answers</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30512" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. I have never dressed as the opposite sex ever&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. I&amp;#8217;ve dropped something out of a window if spit counts&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. I play the violin&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. I do not play the trumpet and have no desire to&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. huh?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6. I dont know but I&amp;#8217;ve lost a hella lotta expensive jewelry&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7. No. Why whould I eat a worm?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30512</id>
    <published>2008-05-14T19:44:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-13T11:45:19Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">forever? you wish</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26982" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I fell in love with him and he fell in love with me. There&amp;#8217;s only one problem&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;We fell in love online. We fell in love over  AIM . Dammit. He&amp;#8217;s the only person I really trust, and that last time I saw him in person was the sixth grade.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He says it will work but I dont believe him. Now I cant get rid of him. Always telling me he loves me, always telling me I&amp;#8217;m beautiful. He tells me he&amp;#8217;s the happiest guy alive just cause I fell in love with him too. I can break up with him. I would break his heart.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Every time he typed those three words &amp;#8220;I love you,&amp;#8221; i weakly give my response &amp;#8220;I love you too.&amp;#8221; I know that I cant go on pretending. One of these days, I&amp;#8217;m going to snap. I&amp;#8217;m going to tell him to go away and never come back; to stop talking to me. But I cant.&lt;br /&gt;It will hurt him too much. And it will hurt me too much.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26982</id>
    <published>2008-04-07T19:57:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T14:20:59Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">music to my ears</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20319" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;#1 Shiny Toy Guns&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The rest of my favorite bands&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Jack&amp;#8217;s Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;OK Go&lt;br /&gt;Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20319</id>
    <published>2008-02-06T23:11:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T07:08:57Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A very fun but insane answer to a quiz by Insert Pen Name Here's very insane mind (hopefully this really long title will catch your attention: click on me because I am super-dee-duperly cool and you know it, I mean, who wouldn't want to know what my opini</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20318" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. tan, with a wierd, wavy pattern&lt;br /&gt;2. upstairs in the computer room&lt;br /&gt;3. brown&lt;br /&gt;4. the screen:  AIM  today popped up every time I used  AIM  and one day, one of the slides was like&amp;#8230; an aspiring author? maybe this site will help you&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a mirror in my room, its crudely designed by my friend while she was in the second grade, or something. when she passed away two years ago in a car crash, it became the most valuable thing in the world to me&lt;br /&gt;6.  LAVA LAMPS SUCK ! they take, like, 17 hours to warm up, and then they keep you awake at night, and the seal on the top say &amp;#8220;do not drink&amp;#8221; and that doesnt help- I mean no one would even think to drink it unless they put that stupid warning there, and now I always want to drink the lava lamp stuff whenever I see one&lt;br /&gt;7. not  ABSOLUTELY LOVE , but it is a great place to put down your ideas and get feedback&lt;br /&gt;8. lackadaisical&lt;br /&gt;9. Mood Rings, by Relient K&amp;#8230; i used to like it before i listened to it 43,673 times&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20318</id>
    <published>2008-02-06T23:02:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T11:11:05Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">ME!</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20315" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1) Who needs a favorite color? They&amp;#8217;re all beautiful; plus, if you leave one out, then wont one feel lonley?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2) I don&amp;#8217;t realy watch TV, but my sister watches gossip girl and america&amp;#8217;s next top model, and those are fantastically addicting&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3) Michael Phelps (8-time olympic medalist)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4) Marilyn Monroe&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5) Shannah, Raul, Mini D&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6) Nobody knows that I love to write except for my best friend and family! can you believe that?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7) I want to permanently stop complaining!!!! Ive been working on it for about half a year now.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;8) I dont IM anymore&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;9) I&amp;#8217;ve only ever had five crushes! (I like the same guy now as I did in the sixth grade)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;10) &amp;#8220;but I thought this was the girls locker room!&amp;#8221; (well it obviously wasnt, there was about five guys staring at me with their towels wrapped around their waists)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;11) eighth&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;12) neither&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;13)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;14) I love fruit&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;15) Chocolate  AND  vanilla&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;16) I love people in return for loving me, and sometimes they do the same for me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20315</id>
    <published>2008-02-06T22:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T03:57:52Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick7</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20086" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;After school, I head to my locker with Emmett, because I always walk home with him. Emmett and I turn a corner, but this is no longer a regular intersection of halls becasue this is when I accidently walk into Mark. My papers go flying in a million different directions. Mark pauses for a second before chuckling his sugary sweet laugh and helping me collect my papers. He hands me my papers, still chuckling and then the most momentous thing happens, a miracle happens. &lt;em&gt;Mark talks to me&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;#8220;Hey, your&amp;#8217;e name is Angela, right?&amp;#8221; His voice is like an angels and for a second all I can do is stare at his flawless features. After what seems like a millenium I finally swallow and nod. &amp;#8220;Cool,&amp;#8221; he says, then is towed away my a whiney, clingy Jessica. I turn to give Emmett a goofy smile, and barely notice that he&amp;#8217;s pouting at me. &amp;#8220;The most amazing thing just happened to me&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I sigh and then repeat myself because I dont know what else to say. &amp;#8220;The most amazing thing just happened to me.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20086</id>
    <published>2008-02-04T01:02:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T21:31:24Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick6</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20084" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;During Euro, I begin to go over the reasons I hate Jessia, Mark&amp;#8217;s present girlfriend. I give up when I cant think of anything else besides the fact that she is going out with the love of my life. The same thing happened with Christiana last week, and the week before with Megan. I frown inwardly to myself. At the rate of 4 girlfriends per month, he will have no one to date by two weeks into June. I did the calculations yesterday, and I even included Annie, the ugliest girl in school. However, I also reminded myself that if he did continue at this pace, he would have to go out with me by then. I decided that since there was nothing else to do, I would calculate how long it would take him to go throught entire school, if he turned out to be gay. But then I realized that there were only three gay guys at our school so it was easy for me to see that it would take him until July sixth, although I&amp;#8217;m sure a lot of guys would come out of the closet if Mark did.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20084</id>
    <published>2008-02-04T00:46:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T21:30:57Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick5</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20080" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I walk with Lauren to Social Studies. I feel like a prisoner, being led to the darkness of Europe history, by our prison guard, Mrs. Gueli, a.k.a. Mrs. Europe-history-is-so-interesting-I-can-sniffle-72-times-during-class.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;s up?&amp;#8221; Lauren asks me. Sometimes I am appreciative of her intuitive nature, but not right now. &amp;#8220;Nothing,&amp;#8221; I say a little too quickly. She sighs. &amp;#8220;Angela Filmer, I know something&amp;#8217;s bothering you, now spit it out.&amp;#8221; I look at her wistfully. I sigh, organize my thoughts, then I begin to talk. &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s Mark,&amp;#8221; Lauren makes a face but does not interrupt, &amp;#8220;he never looks at me, while I spend the majority of Spanish, English, Art, and Lunch staring him. He never even glances my way.&amp;#8221; Good old Lauren just rolls her eyes and says, &amp;#8220;Ya think it&amp;#8217;s cause you guys have never met before?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh,&amp;#8221; I say. I&amp;#8217;ve never though of it that way&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20080</id>
    <published>2008-02-04T00:22:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T21:30:52Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick4</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20077" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t help it. I have to laugh with him. He just looks so happy. After about ten seconds I sober up drastically fast. &amp;#8220;I meant it though, the part about not letting you borrow anything.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Mmhmm,&amp;#8221; Emmett replies, knowing that I will soften up my tommorrow. I just can&amp;#8217;t help it. I love Emmett. No, no not like I love Mark, but like a sibling love. I love Emmett because he&amp;#8217;s just so happy and loosey-goosey. Another thing is that Emmett knows me better than I know myself and its so hard not to be happy and content when I&amp;#8217;m with him.&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;#8217;s one of the reasons I love lunch so much. I&amp;#8217;m always extremely happy around Emmet, and I&amp;#8217;m always extremely happy around Mark. So ge tme in a room with both of them and it&amp;#8217;s like &lt;strong&gt; BOOM &lt;/strong&gt; rediculous endorphinage!&lt;br /&gt;The Cafeteria is starting to thin out, seeing as we have three minutes to get to out next class. Besides, Mark already left for his next class, so I see no reason why we should lounge in the cafeteria any longer.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20077</id>
    <published>2008-02-03T23:51:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T21:30:20Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick3</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20076" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Emmetts brow furrows as he fervently starts to complete the assignment within the last five minutes of lunch. I just roll my eyes at him and turn to Lauren&amp;#8217;s steady, Josh to ask him if what he is going to do for his anti-drug project. &amp;#8220;Football,&amp;#8221; he replies lazily, and my eyes once again snap back to Mark, gorgeous Mark, who is captain of the Football team , Mark, who is the only person who is hotter than Zac Efron, Chris Brown, and Ryan Sheckler.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Angela? Sorry to disrupt you from your daydreams, but i think Emmett just got jelly on your graded assignment.&amp;#8221; Lauren Gives me a sympathetic look and I turn to Emmett. There&amp;#8217;s a short pause in which Emmett stops copying and look up at me. He gives me a timid smail and I return a vicious glare. &amp;#8221; I can&amp;#8217;t belive I let you do this! This is  GRADED ! Ugh! You- you  POOPHEAD ! I&amp;#8217;ll never let you borrow anything ever gain!&amp;#8221; I explode and for a moment, there is silence at our table. Then Emmett burts out laughing. &amp;#8220;I can&amp;#8217;t belive you just said poophead, &amp;#8221; he chuckles.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20076</id>
    <published>2008-02-03T23:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T21:30:22Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick2</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20072" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Staring at Mark again?&amp;#8221; I glare at Emmett and cling my books closer to my chest. &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re just jealous,&amp;#8221; I pout, not letting him get to me. I refuse to let him ruin my good hair day&amp;#8230; well&amp;#8230; not good for me, but Marks hair is hotter than it usually is so that means it&amp;#8217;s a good hair day. emmett just sighs and turn away to talk to Lauren about some math assignment due today. They finally snap me out of it when Lauren&amp;#8217;s shrill voice cuts through my thoughts. &amp;#8220;NO! For the love of god, I will not let you copy!&amp;#8221; Emmett looks like a five-year-old being rejected candy when his face suddenly lights up and he turns to me smiling a smile almost worthy of Mark. He knows that i will give the paper to him if he pesters me ehoughg and so do I, so I just hand it over to him and scold him for not doing his homework.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20072</id>
    <published>2008-02-03T23:13:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T22:07:40Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">lovesick</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20070" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love him. Mark is all any girl could ever want&amp;#8230; the abs visible through the tight T-shirts he wears every day&amp;#8230; his shiny teeth winking at anyone who looks at him&amp;#8230; the coolest clothes&amp;#8230; I mean, who cares about grades? I heard he got a C in English once but&amp;#8230; he&amp;#8217;s just so perfect. The baby blue eyes, the sultry brown, wavy hair. Yes, yes, I know I love him no matter what my friends say. There&amp;#8217;s only really one legit point that my friends have made- I have to get up the courage to actually talk to him before he can ever really notice me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20070</id>
    <published>2008-02-03T23:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T21:30:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Do you remember? (place challenge)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19682" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Going outside to get the mail. Spring is creeping up on us, I can smell it. Inhale deeply, take in the scent that the earth gives off. Close my eyes, I can hear the whispers of children laughing, the sun kissing my closed lids. Open my eyes. I see bare branches, dirty melting snow; my neighbor is walking her dog. Inhale&amp;#8230; the taste of rasberries, picked fresh from the bushes in our backyard, our old clubhouse with the musty scent of wood ligering in the air. Inhale, exhale&amp;#8230; my childhood fascination with ladybugs, daddy-long legs, and slugs. The delicate tickling that a critter lends to you when one walks on you. I remember those bugs as my friends, but I am now repelled by them. Inhale, exhale&amp;#8230; the cool water rushing past me, but becoming one with me as i jump into our pool. The boats that are docked ring with their sails, lulling me to sleep at night. Inhale, exhale&amp;#8230; the touch of my cat feels different, less fascinating. Inhale, exhale, open my eyes&amp;#8230; I will never be able to go back. never.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19682</id>
    <published>2008-01-30T21:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T01:39:20Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Five observations</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19606" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. I do not act like myself around anyone, because society finds it unacceptable&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. people only see what they want to&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. Many people find pain funny, like, for instance, the kids on my bus tease me and this other girls because they think its funny the way we react&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. The more things that are expected from somebody, the bigger thier faults seem&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. many people misinterperet christianity&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19606</id>
    <published>2008-01-29T23:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T06:51:43Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Lew</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/shannah</uri>
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