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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 03:49:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Blaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a crazy week coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that twirly sun is not the kind of crazy I mean.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 16:00:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh my</title>
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  <description>So I thought things were on their way to being smoothed out.&lt;br /&gt;But then it turns out that they&apos;re not.&lt;br /&gt;He said that he knows we&apos;re not going to work out right now, but then he still pushes to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s good, and it&apos;s fun, and I care about him...... but I don&apos;t know how to explain that it just doesn&apos;t work generally.&lt;br /&gt;But who knows, I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;What if I get my head sorted out and he is what I want and I fuck it up? Or that could just tell me even more so that it&apos;s wrong right now and it&apos;s not what&amp;nbsp; I should be doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;And he had to withdraw this semester because of everything..... and I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so stressful for everyone right now, and it&apos;s my fault for bringing it up again, but I think it&apos;s going to work and then it just doesn&apos;t seem like it wants to, and that&apos;s what I don&apos;t understand.&lt;br /&gt;And thinking about someone else never helps. Especially if that&apos;s a dead end road.&lt;br /&gt;I just know that if Ryan and I get back together, it&apos;s for life.... and that&apos;s terrifying, and I am not ready for that kind of committment. And&amp;nbsp;I think if our relationship was just a relationship without all the strings of forever attached to it.... it would be much less threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get belligerant and scream Alanis Morisette until I vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;That was what I did last weekend.</description>
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  <lj:music>MONTEL!!!!!!!!!</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 18:13:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Despicable.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;And then life goes all crazy again. &lt;br /&gt;I said it was over and done. &lt;br /&gt;But then, I have someone over, he gets all jealous, and then is even more attached to me than he was before. &lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s confusing. &lt;br /&gt;You don&apos;t act like that with people you&apos;re just friends with. Or maybe you do. Maybe he likes that about me, that that&apos;s the kind of relationship we have with nothing attached to it. &lt;br /&gt;But it&apos;s driving me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m really not sure how to respond to last night at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So instead of being productive at all, I cleaned the room. I guess productive in some way, but not anywhere near the level of productivity I need to reach with my reading.&lt;br /&gt;But it killed an hour and a half of not obsessing over stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh Cait.. I wish you were here to talk to, our situations are so similar right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2006 17:30:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Belligerance</title>
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  <description>Last night we drank half a handle of Mr. Boston&apos;s rum. It only costs $8.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Boston is a bastard. He treated us real rough.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? That&apos;s how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/un_bacio/pic/00002470/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/un_bacio/pic/00002470/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to have Ryan come and get me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But then I remembered I had to shoot a movie with Rahn. Which is fine. I was really into it before, and then this week happened, and I&apos;ve been completely disinterested in everything except not being here right now.&lt;br /&gt;But it&apos;s fine. It&apos;s going smoothly. I have to go back to Cushing at 2:00 and hopefully I&apos;ll be done by 4:00 or 5:00 or maybe even earlier. The shots all seem to be really small. And Rahn overestimates time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll put the gas money forward. I&apos;ll wait up for him to get back from work.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to spend some time with him and feel good for a little while. Like Caitlin and I were saying the other night, someone who doesn&apos;t make me feel like shit whenever I hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in someone&apos;s bed who actually wants &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; in the bed with them.&lt;br /&gt;I read back in Ry&apos;s xanga and just cried during all of the entries pertaining to our break-up. And I really don&apos;t know why I&apos;m such an asshole. And then I texted him. And I can tell that he&apos;s beginning to let me back in a bit. Little by little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I can&apos;t leave next weekend because it&apos;s a fucking closed weekend for the costume shop and I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;He has the week off, maybe he can come down like Sunday-Tuesday or something.... have him here for a few days during the week, that would be even nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo just got off the phone with him.&lt;br /&gt;If he finds his cell phone, he&apos;ll come visit me....</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 19:51:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happiness</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;...is a warm gun.&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; She&apos;s not a girl who misses much&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; Do do do do do do do do&amp;nbsp;&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;She&apos;s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand&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;Like a lizard on a window pane&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; The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors&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; On his hobnail boots&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; Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy&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; Working overtime&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; A soap impression of his wife which he ate&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; And donated to the National Trust&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just need to give things up and enjoy them for what they are and for what they never will be. I&apos;m sick of what ifs and whys and this game that I play with myself in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I have other things to stress out about.&lt;br /&gt;I have other people to focus my affection towards.&lt;br /&gt;Life can&apos;t be the chore that is has been over the past year because I don&apos;t think I could take that forever.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what I&apos;ve been trying to prove with this whole situation. I mean... I do know, and everyone who knows me knows, too, I&apos;m sure. But the whole thing is ridiculous. And there are so many better things to focus my energy on.&lt;br /&gt;I love my girlfriends, both here and at home. If I didn&apos;t have certain people here who really get me, I don&apos;t think I would be as happy as I am even when I want to die on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;I have Ryan, who has always been there for me no matter what I&apos;ve done to him, and I need to not take that for granted again. I&apos;ve been looking around for something that&apos;s just been right in front of me this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m done. It&apos;s over. And I&apos;m over it.&lt;br /&gt;And I know this is the fifteenth time I&apos;ve claimed this, but this time it&apos;s legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do love my friends and the gross amount of class we have (and from which our outfits are derived):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/un_bacio/pic/00001e0d/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/un_bacio/pic/00001e0d/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3:10 class was cancelled today, which put me in much better spirits.&lt;br /&gt;I also get to go home in two weeks - it&apos;ll be a nice break and it&apos;ll give me some quality time with Ry, which has definitely been needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to go to law school at Berkeley.&lt;br /&gt;Cait and Justin Purtle and I are going to live together and be California state residents.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose eventually I&apos;ll come up with back-up options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really all I want to do in life is learn how to blow glass and open a head shop near the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&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; I need a fix &apos;cause I&apos;m going down&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; Down to the bits that I left uptown&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; I need a fix cause I&apos;m going down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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