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  <title>Master Yoda's LJ this is</title>
  <subtitle>Comment on it you should!</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-10-27T15:28:50Z</updated>
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    <title>Just got an iPhone app for lj lmao</title>
    <published>2009-10-27T15:28:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-27T15:28:50Z</updated>
    <category term="via ljapp"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I'm trying to figure out how to use all the settings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the boring post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cosysoftware_en/"&gt;LiveJournal.app&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:master_yoda313:137640</id>
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    <title>drunk texts from last night</title>
    <published>2008-11-02T19:10:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-02T19:10:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">from mandy:&lt;br /&gt;-l0lw shit ae gohrin down at art schoo&lt;br /&gt;-and+a dumcss&lt;br /&gt;-akkwtge dtjes gerfe are gibba gate ne biwkik u g2g s5eep/die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from jimmy (?!):&lt;br /&gt;-wgat what r u tptm upto.&lt;br /&gt;-wdjp yeslos&lt;br /&gt;-w.wpd.where apd.are you.?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:master_yoda313:136907</id>
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    <title>god i love this movie, even though it's so sad</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T03:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T03:21:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tristan: come with me&lt;br /&gt;isolde: i can't&lt;br /&gt;tristan: why not?&lt;br /&gt;isolde: we both know this cannot be, tristan, we knew it from the start. that doesn't mean it wasn't true, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tristan: isolde, we can't&lt;br /&gt;isolde: it's like asking me to stop breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tristan: you were right. i don't know if life is greater than death, but love was more than either.</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-10-01T11:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T16:56:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T16:56:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we just 1ost power and it's not even raining! yay generators!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blows-everything fucking blows.</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-10-01T00:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T05:11:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T05:11:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am soooo confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtfffffffff</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-09-30T21:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T02:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T02:58:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i need a snuggle buddy. that would make me feel so much better about everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i miss the most.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:master_yoda313:130876</id>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-09-30T11:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T16:56:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T16:56:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">note to self: get the fuck over it already.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:master_yoda313:128800</id>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-09-21T16:48:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-21T20:48:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T20:48:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes, saying 'fuck you' is the only way to make it through the day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:master_yoda313:128541</id>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-09-18T16:11:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-18T21:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T21:12:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;beautiful things never last&lt;br /&gt;that's why fireflies flash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-08-30T15:37:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-30T20:39:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ouuuuuch. ouch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:master_yoda313:124474</id>
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    <title>oh wow, these lyrics...</title>
    <published>2008-08-10T20:54:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-10T20:54:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mirah, cold cold water</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I saddled up my pony right&lt;br /&gt; And rode into the ghostly night&lt;br /&gt; It was wide, wide open, wide, wide open&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I left the only home I knew&lt;br /&gt; I stayed alive and I found you&lt;br /&gt; Now I take you where the water's deep&lt;br /&gt; And make the air you breathe so sweet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But is it not enough to be complete? Please?&lt;br /&gt; Let me give you everything you need, please?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; We found a way, we found a street&lt;br /&gt; Directions sweat under the sheets&lt;br /&gt; And I let you have it, let you have it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But it can be a lonely place&lt;br /&gt; Desire comes, desire fades&lt;br /&gt; There's a bright one caught your fancy eye&lt;br /&gt; It's okay so long as you stay mine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I'm so number one that it's a shame, a shame&lt;br /&gt; That you let other numbers in the game&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now I suffer for your hungry eye&lt;br /&gt; Oh why must it see more than mine?&lt;br /&gt; It's a light you're after, 'cause light moves faster&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But when I ride again into the night&lt;br /&gt; My torch will shoot flames strong and bright&lt;br /&gt; And my absence will remind you of&lt;br /&gt; How tough it is to be in love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And it's not what I think it's what you say, hey&lt;br /&gt; And it works great for you to have your way, hey&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But if the west can be a desperate place&lt;br /&gt; You search all day for just a taste&lt;br /&gt; Of the cold, cold water, cold, cold water&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And if you think i've gone too long&lt;br /&gt; Listen the sky will sing this song&lt;br /&gt; As it burns up all the memories&lt;br /&gt; That flow like water out of me</content>
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    <title>i don't know why i felt like sharing this...</title>
    <published>2008-08-09T06:38:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-09T06:40:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so my most recent project at reachout has been organizing the inactive employee filing cabinet, aka filing cabinet of death. this thing&amp;nbsp; was ridiculous, drawers broken, nothing alphabatized, random shit stuck in random pages... but worst of all it's in the fucking storage closet. well, karma got reachout for making me work in the closet. to open the cabinet the door has to be shut. so i have been sitting in there all week pretending to work. i had it wired anytime someone walked buy i'd open and close the drawer or rumple some files and continue doing whatever i felt like doing at the time.&amp;nbsp; i mean granted i've finished the whole cabinet but it really shouldn't have taken the whole week. but i read 50 pages of a clockwork orange, played numerous games on my cell phone, and sent god knows how many text messages. well today when i was in the mood for killing time, but not in the mood for doing any of those things previously mentioned, i grabbed a pen and my little notepad, with which i bared my soul. no seriously i wrote small and it was like seven pages i think? idk i must have been writing for about an hour. but i put it all out there in ink. these thoughts that have been swimming in my head, these feelings that i have been trying to identify, all spewed together with letters forming tiny cramped words creating confusing sentences that probably only i would ever understand. i wrote like a mad man till my hand cramped up. then i read it, tore it from the pad, and put it in the shred master box. so in other words, today i shred my soul. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoken like a true emo kid, yes?</content>
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    <title>maybe i should be an english major haha</title>
    <published>2008-07-28T21:58:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-28T21:59:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">vocab from my summer reading book. i'm always looking to expand my vocabulary =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;harangue&lt;/b&gt;: address someone loudly and forcefully; to criticize or question somebody, or try to persuade somebody to do something in a forceful, angry way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;daguerreotyp&lt;/b&gt;e: an early photograph produced on a silver-coated plate developed in mercury vapor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;ebullient:&lt;/b&gt; lively and enthusiastic, full of cheerful excitement or enthusiasm; boiling or bubbling vigorously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;oeuvre&lt;/b&gt;: art of work or literature or such works considered as a unit, especially the complete work of a single artist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;inculcate&lt;/b&gt;: impress on somebody's mind; to fix something firmly in someone's mind through forceful repetition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;copse&lt;/b&gt;: grove of trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;laconic&lt;/b&gt;: using very few words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;desultory&lt;/b&gt;: aimlessly passing from one thing to another; happening in a random, disorganized, unmethodical way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;scrim&lt;/b&gt;: theatrical curtain opaque to audience when lit from in front but transparent when lit from behind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;swath&lt;/b&gt;: path made by mowing machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfunctory&lt;/b&gt;: done routinely as a matter of duty or custom, without thought, attention, or genuine feeling; done hastily or superficially&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;trollop&lt;/b&gt;: a term that deliberately insults prostitutes or promiscuous women, or a woman as having untidy habits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;egregious&lt;/b&gt;: flagrant, conspicuously bad or offensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;coalesce&lt;/b&gt;: to merge or unite things into a single group&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;opiate&lt;/b&gt;: (as a transitive verb) to dull or deaden pain, anguish, or some other unwanted condition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;ostensible&lt;/b&gt;: seeming to be true or genuine, but open to doubt; presented as being true, or appearing to be true, but usually hiding a different motive or meaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;perquisite&lt;/b&gt;: same as a perk; a tip that is customary on some occasions; something considered to be an exclusive right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;palliative&lt;/b&gt;: soothing anxieties or other intense emotions; alleviating pain and symptoms without treating the cause&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;accoutrement&lt;/b&gt;: accessory associated with a specific task or role; a piece of military equipment carried by soldiers in addition to standard uniform and weapons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;aplomb&lt;/b&gt;: (noun) confident poise; confidence, skill, and poise, especially in difficult or challenging circumstances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;milieu:&lt;/b&gt; surroundings or environment somebody lives in and is influenced by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;perennial:&lt;/b&gt; a plant lasting more than two growing seasons; constantly recurring or enduring, or lasting for an indefinite time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;anoxia (anoxic):&lt;/b&gt; same as hypoxia meaning, an inadequacy in the oxygen reaching the body's tissues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;foramina (plural of foramen)&lt;/b&gt;: a natural opening or cavity in a human or animal body, usually one through which blood vessels and nerves pass through bone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;recalcitrant&lt;/b&gt;: resisting authority; difficult to deal with, or as a noun- stubborn opponent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;megalomania&lt;/b&gt;: greed for power; a psychiatric disorder in which the patient experiences delusions of great power and importance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;dilapidated&lt;/b&gt;: in disrepair;' partly ruined or decayed, especially as a result of neglect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;burgeoning:&lt;/b&gt; growing quickly or rapidly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;remunerative&lt;/b&gt;: (adj) paying or rewarding someone with money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;gulag&lt;/b&gt;: political prison in former USSR where political enemies were sent; prison for dissenters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;oblast&lt;/b&gt;: subdivision of former soviet union&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;peripatetic&lt;/b&gt;: traveling from place to place, especially working in several establishments and traveling between them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;incipient&lt;/b&gt;: beginning to develop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;pugnacious&lt;/b&gt;: quarrelsome, inclined to fight or be aggressive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;erudite&lt;/b&gt;: (adj) very knowledgeable through study &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-07-26T20:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-27T02:03:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-27T02:03:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's hard trying not be an &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;emo &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what i want is simple in my mind&lt;/b&gt;. it could be simple in practice too, if everything weren't so damn &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;complicated&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying so hard. i cannot even express to you how hard &lt;i&gt;i'm trying&lt;/i&gt;. but how can i ask myself to be different when the shit is still the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to tell myself this does not matter. but it sure seems like it matters to me. maybe not to anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to evoke an unaccustomed emotion. that takes effort for anyone right? it's draining. but i'm &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; going to stop trying. see, the world is not going to change anytime soon. so i have to. even though i'm pretty sure i'm right. &lt;b&gt;fuck you&lt;/b&gt; world, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great. and now brandan is being weird. for some reason i feel really uncomfortable now... fuck. why do i have a bad feeling about this? i'm sure it's nothing. maybe i'm just being hormonal... i hope erik can come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even pin point what it is i'm feeling. am i angry? upset? hurt? annoyed? i don't think it's any of those. maybe i'm just tired. i have to go get ready anyway. i'm sure i'll post later, if i can maybe think of what it is i'm feeling, or sort out all of the thoughts flying around in my head.</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-07-18T19:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-19T01:02:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-19T01:02:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i kind of know i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i over think just about everything. especially the things most important to me. they're all i think about because they're all i care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's exhausting. i wish i could just turn my brain off some days. just forget about things and just be comfortable with just being, existing. but i never have been one to just be. no, i ponder the importance of being and how to be and what everything means. i'm a thinker. maybe not a really intelligent one. maybe not one that puts all of my thinking to good use. maybe one that thinks so much she confuses herself about everything that matters. but that is one undeniable fact--i am a thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me, thinking about thinking. sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i don't always have something tangible that i'm doing. so instead of doing i'm thinking of doing or what i should do or what i want to do. i'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is, once something gets my mind started, there's no stopping it. no once you're in you're really in. and i'll just think things to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite lethargic today. i think i'll go take a nap and discontinue this pointless entry before it becomes anymore pointless than it already is haha</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-07-15T00:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T05:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T05:20:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fuck&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fuck &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;fuck&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;fuck.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-07-09T18:05:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T23:06:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T23:06:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Please speak softly, for they will hear us&lt;br /&gt; And they'll find out why we don't trust them&lt;br /&gt; Speak up dear cause I cannot hear you&lt;br /&gt; I need to know why we don't trust them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Explain to me this conspiracy against me&lt;br /&gt; And tell me how I've lost my power&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Where can I turn? Cause I need something more&lt;br /&gt; Surrounded by uncertainty I'm so unsure&lt;br /&gt; Tell me why I feel so alone &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause I need to know to whom do I owe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Explain to me this conspiracy against me&lt;br /&gt; And tell me how I've lost my power&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought that we'd make it&lt;br /&gt; Because you said that we'd make it through&lt;br /&gt; And when all security fails&lt;br /&gt; Will you be there to help me through?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Explain to me this conspiracy against me&lt;br /&gt; And tell me how I've lost my power&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I've lost my power&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-07-02T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T03:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T03:05:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is it possible to think about one person too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never thought about another person this much.</content>
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    <title>"and if it doesn't work out, there'll never be any doubt, that the pleasure was worth all the pain"</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T00:14:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T00:14:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The morning's hot and harsh.&lt;br /&gt; My notebook fills itself.&lt;br /&gt; The words come thick with sweat.&lt;br /&gt; But it feels like someone else&lt;br /&gt; is writing all of this.&lt;br /&gt; Someone I just can't believe&lt;br /&gt; So I mop my brow, set my pen back down. Still me, still me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I'm grabbing at a feeling now&lt;br /&gt; that i can't ever name.&lt;br /&gt; Some sign posted to remind me&lt;br /&gt; how I wanted things this way.&lt;br /&gt; She says "It's pretty but you hate yourself."&lt;br /&gt; "I can hear it clear as day."&lt;br /&gt; And I say "I sing like this,&lt;br /&gt; it sounds worse than it is."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt; I'm okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt; I'm okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt; I'm okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt; So just stay, just stay&lt;br /&gt; So just stay, just stay&lt;br /&gt; I'm okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt; So just stay, just stay,&lt;br /&gt; just stay, just stay.</content>
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    <title>thank you...</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T01:46:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-01T01:46:56Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;now i won't have to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how, some way, we can make this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that down the road you still want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that i have finally found some hope in this whole mess. and i could not be happier about that one tiny shred of hope. it's still uncertain, but i'm more comfortable with that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt being in town unexpectedly has helped immensely. she's reminded me that yes, i'm old enough to realize how incredibly fucked up my family is, but still too young to care. i love them. and being near them will be really good i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the sake talking =) but i'm really happy right now. it's funny how one little statement or one little thing can turn around everything so quickly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that would make it even better is not sleeping alone tonight. but i don't know of anyone that can come over. and the only person whose house i could go to is bunny's and lord knows i don't have the patience for that right now hahaha. she told me yesterday she needed a snuggle buddy and i RAN the other way. hahaha. oh well. i'll be okay by myself. but it would still be nice... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love, always.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>last chance for a second dance</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T06:47:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T08:40:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;well today would be like the last day to change my mind and put my deposit somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is if it weren't so uncertain, i'd totally do it. nothing in life is ever really certain though... so it would almost make sense to put my faith into something so uncertain... like if the one thing in life you can count on is uncertainty, why not go with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my carpe diem and follow your heart instincts tell me so forcefully to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we got back those blackberry timed writings today and i just laughed at the timing. in my essay i talked all about how you can't hoard all of the sweet things in life because they will eventually rot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if trying to hold onto this would just make things worse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[and the thing is, if someone would just give me an answer, i'd take it in a heartbeat. but it's just not an answer they'd be willing to give.]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think no matter what i do i'll always wonder. so i just have to change how i look at it. i'd like to think it will work out somehow, if it's supposed to. i hope that is the case. but i just don't know. i'm uncertain--with both of my options really. i know what i need, and i know what i want, and they're not really the same thing, but i think i could make either work for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[and i know you'll never tell me what to do with this, but if you ever would, now would be your chance.]]&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title> i can't keep up with the mexicans!</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T00:15:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T03:58:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lmfao. guys last night was so amazing. thank you SOOO so much&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;inviting me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is kind of silly, but based on some of the looks i got (oh, ursuline girls) i feel like i almost crashed prom. and that's a stretch, but it's a pretty awesome feeling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was "sticking it to the man" (rofl) going crazy dancing and having fun with you guys. (ps, i am such a nerd at heart).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you guys are so much fun. sometimes&amp;nbsp;you forget how much you miss people until you're with them again and you're like yeah, this is what i've been missing. but not in like a sad emo way exactly, it's more like i appreciated being there or something. idk what i'm trying to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how many people i know. i've been off in my own little bubble but last night reminded me i know soooo many people. sure, i don't talk to everyone very much anymore, but it was nice to have so many people seem excited to see me&amp;nbsp;and that&amp;nbsp;came up to give me hugs. i was glomped numerous times. michael was probably the most exciting&amp;nbsp;of the night. apparently&amp;nbsp;i walked by him and he kept trying to get my attention but i didn't hear him. so when tori told me that i made her come with me to go find him so i could say hi. and basically, i will always love that kid. lol. and omg dancing with drew was soooo much fun. and hilarious. and that last&amp;nbsp;song when we were really getting into it my mind was&amp;nbsp;cracking up thinking about how he finally made up for freshman year homecoming. also my mind was like wtf i'm dancing like this with DREW?!?!?!?! and then it kept laughing. hahaha. i'm kind of glad nobody got a picture of that, but slightly disappointed too simply because that would probably be the funniest/most awkwardly amazing/epitome of our friendship kind of photo. swing dancing was the best though. we went INSANE. i think that kid and i&amp;nbsp;honestly will be friends forever. &amp;nbsp;and to think caitlin's amazing photography skills caught it on film XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was such an amazing haitus from what my life's become. and the perfect reminder that it's not all bad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ps i am SO proud of everyone dancing all night. seriously. i know i was not dancing with ya'll the whole time (lol i get around) but i don't think you guys sat out anymore than like four songs the whole night. and that's incredibly impressive. for someone who felt like shit alllllll day yesterday i sure had lots of stamina last night XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REMEMBERED ANOTHER REALLY FUNNY QUOTE. "SHIT GUYS I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH THE MEXICANS! I CAN ONLY HANDLE&amp;nbsp; LIKE ONE SONG WITH THEM AT A TIME!!!" hahahahaha. sadly that's soooo true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my parents made dinner? and the think i'm still asleep? (i fucking craaaaaashed a few hours ago). sooo i better go look into that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much loooove</content>
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    <title>kathleen sent me these lyrics and i really like them so i'm posting them here to save em.</title>
    <published>2008-03-30T19:58:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T19:58:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't You Dare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dark cloud moving in&lt;br /&gt;Just one fall of rain&lt;br /&gt;Would wash away&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one ray of sun, to warm my skin&lt;br /&gt;Rid me of the cold you’re drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;But the the truth is I'd follow you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting such a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems so close to me but still beyond my reach calling me and playing hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;Look behind that door I’m the one you been searching for and I’m not a little girl anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is I'd follow you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting such a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder round looking&lt;br /&gt;For someone to replace me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder round wasting&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder round waiting&lt;br /&gt;For someone else to save you&lt;br /&gt;And don't you make the same mistake twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;But the truth I'd follow you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting such a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare change your mind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>sooo idk...</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T05:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T05:09:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;!!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(IUY%RESDFGHJKJHVGCFARWT%Y^&amp;amp;UJGHFDEARTSYEUR*&amp;amp;^%$EWDFRTGRYU&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$#WSDFGHY^%$#EWDFGHY&amp;amp;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way shit turns out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody hurry up and invent time travel. so i can fuckin teleport as far away from my life as it gets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEAM ME UP SCOTTY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;come on!!! any day now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......still waiting.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>master_yoda313 @ 2008-03-24T10:05:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T15:07:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T15:07:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"what the fuckity fuck did you two fucks fuckin fuck fuck---FUUUUUUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha boondock saints... that's kind of how i feel though. idk why. lol.</content>
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