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  <title>Tangerine Dawn</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 08:42:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I had stuff I wanted to say, I even had them numberated- all organized like. Then I decided half didn&apos;t make any sense and the other half was more than I&apos;d like people to know. But I started writing something and just closing the window would feel like a failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how easily we forget the basic human need for love and acceptance, I hate that we&apos;re all so busy bitching and moaning about trivial shit that we forget to take care of one another and just listen. Everyone&apos;s always so busy screaming at the top of their lungs about the dumbest things that the people who are really beat get lost in the sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking tonight about how much your childhood and your parents effect the adult you&apos;re going to grow up to be and I was saying that it&apos;s possible to avoid letting it be a major controling factor only to realize how unbelievably full of shit I am. But at least I realize it, so not all hope is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana watermelon bonanza, don&apos;t believe anything I tell you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 06:03:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;quot;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;This beer is good for you. This is draft beer. Stick with the beer. Let&apos;s  go and beat this guy up and come back and drink some more beer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 05:52:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m preeeetttyyyy sure my insomnia is driving me insane. Lately I feel like I&apos;ve completely run out of word juice, I can&apos;t write or say anything the way I would like to. Nope, I really can&apos;t say anything.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 04:06:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;span class=&quot;status-body&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;msgtxt en&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken&apos;d death! &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello, cause I&apos;m a nerd. &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 05:19:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I wish thoughts were tangible, so I could pull them out and fold them up into little boats and send them downstream.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:43:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;quot;Words do not express thoughts very well; everything immediately becomes a little different, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Journey to the East&lt;/u&gt; by Herman Hesse is one of the best books I&apos;ve ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 05:00:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You know that part in Homeward Bound where Chance and Sassy get home safe and sound and you think Shadow died in that muddy pit (that had no business being there to begin with) but then he comes over the hill and you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? THAT is what the FSU v.s. UM game was like. I&apos;m still feeling the adrenaline, it was that epic. Jesus.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 05:51:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some people won&apos;t deal with the truth even if its right in front of their face. Ignoring it isn&apos;t going to make it go away, ever. It&apos;s not easy to realize you may not meet someone else&apos;s expectations but pretending thats what you are and want you want is only ever going to leave you miserable.&amp;nbsp; You become frustrated by the situation you&apos;re in and think if you change aspects of your life around, things will get better. But it&apos;s not whats around you, its just you. And no matter where you go or what you do, you take yourself with you. Thats a hard lesson to learn. So stop blaming outside forces and take a hard look at yourself because I think you&apos;re missing the point. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the same token, people who are jerky and obnoxious should just be ignored, they are their own worst punishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I sound like a fortune cookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers are 7, 26, 34, 28, 14, 9</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 05:04:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Excuse me, it all depends on your perspective, company and soundtrack. Music can change everything.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 05:01:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This completely indescribable, wonderful elated feeling I have radiating from my belly out to my limbs is the reason I believe that this place is completely probable as a heaven or a hell, it all just depends on your perspective and company.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 07:50:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I feel like I&apos;m from a completely different planet. I thought of a long rant on my drive home, but I know theres no point in posting it. As we were talking about tonight, I could say a million things, it doesnt matter, cause in the end everyone has to come to these realizations on their own. There are so many things i want to say</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 19:17:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Department of Burning Questions</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 07:03:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This is so Steph has something to do at work tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s Einstein&apos;s riddle- it&apos;s all about logic so its very doable, so don&apos;t cheat and don&apos;t give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. In a street there are five houses, painted five different colors.   &lt;br /&gt; 2. In each house lives a person of different nationality   &lt;br /&gt; 3. These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke   different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTION: WHO OWNS THE FISH?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINTS   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. The Brit lives in a red house.   &lt;br /&gt; 2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets.   &lt;br /&gt; 3. The Dane drinks tea.   &lt;br /&gt; 4. The Green house is next to, and on the left of the White house.   &lt;br /&gt; 5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.   &lt;br /&gt; 6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.   &lt;br /&gt; 7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.   &lt;br /&gt; 8. The man living in the center house drinks milk.   &lt;br /&gt; 9. The Norwegian lives in the first house.   &lt;br /&gt; 10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.   &lt;br /&gt; 11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.   &lt;br /&gt; 12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.   &lt;br /&gt; 13. The German smokes Prince.   &lt;br /&gt; 14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.   &lt;br /&gt; 15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbor who drinks water.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:48:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 05:54:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mindless Banter</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think people nowadays have become desensitized&amp;nbsp; to words. We use and abuse them and we never really stop to consider the real meaning behind the words we say, especially what it signifies when we say &amp;quot;I want&amp;quot;. To want doesn&apos;t mean &amp;quot;I would like&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;it would be convenient for me&amp;quot;. No, to want is to Desire and to desire is to long for, to crave. Desire is an essential in that it is as great as need and yet it is more than need, because a need is something we fulfill so that we can continue and obtain what we desire. We survive to achieve our desires, these are our reasons for living. If anything, a person&apos;s desire reflects who they are more than who they are and what they have because those are subject to circumstance, desire is boundless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Also, the topic of fairness and justice came up in a conversation I had today and it was pointed out to me that fairness is a construct of society. I had never thought about that before. How has this construct come about? How has the evolution of it affected us and what we consider justice today? What would society be like today if this construct had never developed?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 07:44:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>OK, 2 awesome things-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: &amp;quot;A MAN who had just had his hand severed with a samurai sword punched his attacker in the face with the stump&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all about it right &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.independent.ie/national-news/courts/sword-attacker-sliced-off-victims-left-hand-1686405.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, God&apos;s facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it better at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1764710&quot;&gt;http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1764710&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 08:20:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think you&apos;re crazy, maybe</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 06:54:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s been 42 hours since I slept and 26 and a half hours since my grandmother died. I dont want any I&apos;m sorris or condolences or any of that stuff, thank you for the thought though. I dont want to sound rude, i just dont want to talk about it and that would be talking about it. I&apos;m not writing abotu it so people will feel sorri for me, I&apos;m writing so at least the people I care about will know what happened. Also for my own sake, its hard to swallow even still, she&apos;s gone, she;s dead. its so strange. On the other hand, i havent slept but i dont feel tierd at all. I feel like i could go the rest of my life without a wink of sleep. My grandmother raised me, she means a lot to me. All my childhood memories are with her and my grandfather, who has it the worst of all right now. He&apos;s devistated. My poor abuelito. eff, there i go, contradicitng myself. Ok, this is turning out to be a counterproductive endevour, for every line i write I erase three. maybe more later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 08:39:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, after an hour and a half of test taking, trying to pin point the career of my dreams by painstakingly answering 300+ detailed questions about every aspect of any career you could ever imagine, I recieve my answer. According to this test I should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum bumburam BAAAAUUUUMMMM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book binder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 08:30:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Twilight SUUUUUCCCCKKKKEEDDDD. Second worst film I&apos;ve ever seen. But besides that it was a one of the best days ever! Everyday seems like its the best day ever lately :) Augh, I feel like I should write something in here but school has left me with no motivation for any of that. Going to the Olive Garden on Saturday to celebrate my birthday!!!!! Everyone&apos;s welcome!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 19:00:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Annals of Animal Warfare</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 02:19:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s been seven weeks since I&apos;ve updated. Been busy with school, still busy with school. I should be getting things done but I&apos;m not at all in the mood. Everything&apos;s going great really, but I cant shake off the restless feeling. I rarely shake that bitch off. Projects are daunting, they always make me nervous. It&apos;s a thing of commitment, its something that ties you down and there are usually deadlines involved. It&apos;s all kinds of bad. Fuck, i wish after all this time I&apos;d have something witty and clever to say. I think i&apos;m starting to work towards an actual future. That&apos;s a scary thought. Not to be stupid, its just kind of like I&apos;m taking a proactive role in growing up. I wonder what my future&apos;s gonna be like a lot. Am i gonna be a mom? Will I be married? I used to just have a sort of poloroid of the typical girl&apos;s future set in place in my head: kids to raise- take them to school, kiss their boo boos, talk to them about life, give them ideals, husband- cardboard cut out with perfect hair, dog- probably named Rex or something generic like that, house- to clean and cook in. Big teal or white minivan. Not anymore. At all, i don&apos;t want that sort of life. I&apos;m not saying I may not want something like it. I don&apos;t know what I want. Maybe I want to be a single mom, maybe i dont want to be a mom at all, maybe I want to be some crazy lady who spends her whole life being selfish. Maybe I&apos;ll just move from country to country, never settle down in any one place. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Rain makes applesauce.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 09:01:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Verdict&apos;s in and I say fuck it. THIS is the only time in your whole life you have to fuck up and make mistakes and just enjoy yourself. Take advantage of that now or regret it later, that&apos;s a promise. Life isn&apos;t about pleasing the world, it&apos;s about being happy. Do what you want and deal with the consequences later because its not going to be too much to handle and it&apos;ll make for a good story. The people who truly care about you will love you anyway and that&apos;s all that matters. Just grit your teeth and do it, whatever it may be. Mess everything up and pit yourself against the whole world if you have to. Just do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - This message brought to you by Nike</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 18:13:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I just want to be stupid and do whatever makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last chance I&apos;ve got, I&apos;m gonna enjoy it&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 06:14:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: The Only True Question:</title>
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VIKING ninja pirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yesssssss</description>
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