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  <title>POW!!!</title>
  <subtitle>this life is wack</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-10-23T02:38:16Z</updated>
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    <title>GOOD=BAD</title>
    <published>2005-10-23T02:38:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-23T02:38:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the honorary title - snow day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I volunteered at the special olympics today.  I had more fun than i've had in a veryyyy long time.  These people were people...no different than you and i, except for they still have a heart full of love and don't dwell on the bad things in life.  I became so incredibly happy today that i nearly cried.  It was absolutely amazing.  It was a very humbling experience.  Another thing:  they ALL wanted to share everything...the toy that they won at a game, their thoughts, their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my very first speeding ticket last night.  Yes, i cried.  SO WHAT!  I'm really not happy with myself right now...nor the state trooper.  Why the junk did i have to get out of teh car??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i have lots to say, i won't say it.  ADIOSSSSSS!!!</content>
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    <title>hair is overrated</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T23:37:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-20T23:37:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>death cab -- PLANS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I sometimes think that it would be NEAT to cut allll of my hair off.  you know, a lovely a-line cut.  i would donate the many butchered inches to locks of love, that way i couldn't get really upset if i ended up hating that i cut my hairs off.  Everyday for the past few weeks, i've been cutting on my hair.  I'll cut a piece of my bangs here and there or add a new layer to the backside of it.  I'm just sooo extremely bored with this long, bland hair.  HELP ME!  Seriously, show up at my doorstep with a pair of scissors and cut away!</content>
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    <title>LIFE</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T23:05:32Z</published>
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    <lj:music>!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I could just think the entire day away. No need for media induced entertainment. My mind has been so scattered today, moving from one thought to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until about an hour before i "woke up" for school this morning. There were many reasons for this...but can be summed up by one word: procrastination. It seems to consume me these days. Everything always turns out great though, so it is definitely not a motivation to get things done. Why am i typing this? Oh well, i'll just delete this in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words lie on the tip of my tongue. I almost said it today. I can't though. It would ruin everything. I know that none of you know what i am speaking of, and i'm okay with that. My heart is in pain. He's moved on. I can't interfere. Life will continue. I'm just blabbering to get things off of my chest. This blog won't be here long.&lt;br /&gt;Why does he have to be such a pessimist? I like him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here is what you've all come to read: I may get the role in this new indie film. I don't know if i can do it. I have no talent, but it's their choice. The plot: It takes place in a land far, far away...aka NY. This isn't true, why am i typing this. HAHAA made you look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH. A road trip is definitely in need right now. Let's just leave right now. It doesn't have to surpass "Enid and Gaddy's Excellent Canadian Adventure", but we will still have a blast. We will leave soon...taking off with out a mission...without direction. Then we will stop, go, stop, and go again. So, who is with me? LET'S GET GOING!</content>
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