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  <title>Don&apos;t look up, just let them think:</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 05:49:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m moving to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_epiclovesong&apos; lj:user=&apos;epiclovesong&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://epiclovesong.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://epiclovesong.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;epiclovesong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and i&apos;ll probably delete this journal in a few days. since my computer is really shitty right now, i got hacked and then this creepy coke head found my journal and i would like to avoid him.. soo..yeah, moving.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 09:29:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Catch my disease.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m still having trouble sleeping. I&apos;ve tried everything. I&apos;m exhausted right now and just can&apos;t sleep. I don&apos;t even know why. I tried listening to all the instrumental music that was on my iPod tonight, which consisted of two songs from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and a song that I heard on Veronica Mars. So with three songs on repeat, that didn&apos;t really do much for me. I&apos;m thinking about buy one of those &quot;classical music for sleep&quot; cds in the morning. Or later today I should say, since it&apos;s almost 2:30am. This is so ridiculous. I have a feeling it&apos;s starting to worry Michael too. He woke up three times tonight already. Once when I put my journal away and started reading a book written by my sister&apos;s friend, once when I turned out the light and then immediately turned it back on the fish for my iPod in my bag, and then right now when I got out of the bed and went to the kitchen where I store my laptop on the breakfast table. He has been texting me while he&apos;s at working asking when I went to bed, how I slept and when I woke up. It&apos;s cute, but I don&apos;t want him to be worried about my sleeping patterns. The thing is it&apos;s not because I&apos;m sleeping with him. I&apos;ve been sleeping with him for three months and this started like two weeks ago. It&apos;s unbearable. I can&apos;t stand it. I&apos;m rambling now. I don&apos;t even really know if this makes any sense acutally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to look for funny icons now...yes, that&apos;s how I&apos;m going to spend my time. Goodie.</description>
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  <lj:music>Could be anything by The Eames Era</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Could be anything by The Eames Era</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 01:55:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>You know the truth, that&apos;s all that matters.</title>
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  <description>Stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_enderswrath&apos; lj:user=&apos;enderswrath&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://enderswrath.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://enderswrath.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;enderswrath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: I Must Be High - Wilco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Jesus, this is starting out good already.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birth: Hoodoo - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: Homewrecker - Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That&apos;s how I like to start my day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day of School: Evolution - Unwritten Law &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: A Day To Be Alone - One Less Reason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesn&apos;t sound very first kiss-esque.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing Your Virginity: Divine Intervention - Taking Back Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in Love: Candlelight - Imogen Heap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratuitous Sex Scene: Let It Be - The Beatles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: Play - Flunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: The Game - Jurassic 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is just a game.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: I&apos;ll Do Anything - Jason Mraz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...to get laid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: No Quarter - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haha, I do have no money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: When I Grow Up - Garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How appropriate.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Driving: Velouria - Pixies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training Montage: Fences - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&apos;m training to become insane. Rawk out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: How Is It Going To End? - Daphne Loves Derby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmmm...must be a pretty intense flashback.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of a Relative: These Walls - Trapt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again with the &quot;I&apos;m going barking mad&quot; motif.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together: Great Indoors - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear God, how I love John.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding: Honey - Mary&apos;s Song (Oh My My My) - Taylor Swift &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child: Love Me Do - The Beatles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My child was brought into the world the right fucking way!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: Something - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was I in love with the person I&apos;m battling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: Take A Bow - Muse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song: This Velvet Glove - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits: Clear The Area - Imogen Heap</description>
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  <lj:music>National Treasure 2</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">National Treasure 2</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 21:26:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Coin operated boy.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;1) What was the last conversation you had with your best friend about?&lt;br /&gt;Umm...jesus, I haven&apos;t talked to them at all today. Deanna just commented on my myspace about her profile song. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but he&apos;ll be home in like three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where would you be if you could go anywhere right now?&lt;br /&gt;Some place that I&apos;ve never been before. Like somewhere in Europe or Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Tyler. And yes Joe, that Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Is there any meaning behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;I like Tristan Prettyman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you believe what comes around goes around?&lt;br /&gt;Karma baby. Live it. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Is your best friend pretty/handsome?&lt;br /&gt;All of my best friends are fucking hot as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Whats the one thing that always gets you through the day?&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you give out second chances easily?&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically. I have trouble saying no sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you like hugs or do you freak when people hug you?&lt;br /&gt;I love hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) When was the last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. Friday night with Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Who made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br style=&quot;DISPLAY: none&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good&quot; From Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Most missed friend?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, Joe, and Deanna.&lt;br style=&quot;DISPLAY: none&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was the last item you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What is your 5 year plan?&lt;br /&gt;Live life the way I want to fucking live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids?&lt;br /&gt;If I do have kids, later in life, but not so old I&apos;m like my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Are you where you thought you would be at this point in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m definately at a different place then I thought I would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What’s the color of you’re shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Has anyone ever told you they’re in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What&apos;s the car of your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Something I can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How did your day start off?&lt;br /&gt;With me looking at the clock and going &quot;Noon.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What&apos;s most stressing right now?&lt;br /&gt;My headache and money issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Who was the last person you vented out to?&lt;br /&gt;Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) How different are you from three years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Have you ever cried and didn&apos;t know why?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br style=&quot;DISPLAY: none&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Have you ever had a pet fish?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, named Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Pretend you&apos;ve had 15 beers or a lot of shots what would you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Hanging over a porcelian god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Lazy.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Commercials.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Commercials.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 21:09:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Boy, oh boy.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve been having trouble sleeping lately.&amp;nbsp;It&apos;s a recent problem, something that&apos;s only come up in the past week. But, it&apos;s something that&apos;s bothering me. For some reason I can&apos;t turn off my mind once the lights go out. I look over at Michael sleeping soundly and I actually get jealous of the fact that he is able to sleep. It&apos;s almost as if he has nothing to think about or his exhaustion is just too much for his body to handle. Either way, he is able to sleep and I am not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself having too much to think about when I should be sleeping. I think about family issues, job issues, school issues, softball issues, issues about having too many issues. Just about anything you can think of, I&apos;ve though of in the wee hours of the night. Of course, now that I really think about it everything has just been sort of coming together this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week, I&apos;ve quit playing softball. Something that was, to quote Gabby, my oxygen. And as much as I want to admit to myself that I&apos;m not going to regret this decision, in truth, I know I am. How could I not? I&apos;ve been playing the sport since I was nine years old. I&apos;ve basically outcasted myself from most of the world because of it. In reality, I think that is the main reason that I&apos;m quitting. I&apos;m sick of not doing something because it&apos;s going to effect my playing. I&apos;m sick not being able to concentrate on school or having a life because of softball. I&apos;m just entirely sick of softball. Everything about it. I don&apos;t care if I &apos;m good at it or not, I&apos;m sick of the outcome. Why play my heart out every day just to not even make it to the region playoffs in a region that we should have won hands down. It was pathetic and embarassing to be beat by a team of shit-talking freshman. And even more pathetic that the other teams in out region could pick up the slack that we left. So though I know that hanging up my cleats is quite possibly the hardest decision of my life, I know that it&apos;s going to make me happier. And nothing is more important than that. Right?&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>CNN = politics.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">CNN = politics.</media:title>
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