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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 08:21:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life as of now</title>
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  <description>Its funny looking back at times gone by. The feelings I&amp;nbsp;felt and the people who have come in to teach me something and left when I&amp;nbsp;learned what they had to show. In this past year, I&apos;ve learned that I&amp;nbsp;really dont know how to read people. I&amp;nbsp;thought I&amp;nbsp;was pretty good at it but from all the drama that steamed out of the friendships I&apos;ve made and lost, I realized that people arent always who they appear to be. And it&apos;ll take years of knowing them to truely know who they are. Thinking that someone was my best friend backfired on me and she proved that she was everything I&amp;nbsp;thought she wasnt. All on some facts that I&amp;nbsp;had seen in a short period of time. I&amp;nbsp;judged too quickly and ended up with the short end of the stick. The only friendships that last are ones that both people try to keep up. Friendships and fizzle as quickly as they start if the people involved dont care. And honestly, I&amp;nbsp;dont give a damn about some of them. People come and go in life but as I&amp;nbsp;always think, &amp;quot;everything happens for a reason.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im learning that with how messed up I&amp;nbsp;feel like my life is, I&amp;nbsp;always find a way to come out on top. I&apos;ve been through so much hardache and loss that Im hesitant to fall in love. But here I&amp;nbsp;am, more than 2 years after first feeling something. Madly in love with a great guy. Oh the things I&amp;nbsp;know now that I&amp;nbsp;didnt know freshman year. But what fun would it have been to know all these things. What if I&amp;nbsp;did know that I&amp;nbsp;would finish my major in time? I&amp;nbsp;probably wouldnt have tried to &amp;quot;catch up&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;when really I&amp;nbsp;was ahead and met &amp;quot;him.&amp;quot; I&amp;nbsp;wouldnt be the president of the Fashion Club. I&amp;nbsp;wouldnt have had the experience I&amp;nbsp;got to have last year, participating in my first fashion show. I&amp;nbsp;wouldnt have this job I&amp;nbsp;have. I&amp;nbsp;wouldnt know my true and greatest inspiration. I&amp;nbsp;wouldnt be as happy. Without pain, happiness is just mediocre. All of the stress and pain and sleepless night brought me to where I&amp;nbsp;am today. I&amp;nbsp;know Im not perfect and I&amp;nbsp;have so much more I&amp;nbsp;want in life and should do, but Im pretty happy with where I&amp;nbsp;am. And its an amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the great Theodore Geisel (aka Dr. Seuss) said &amp;quot;Four Fluffy Feathers on a Fiffer Feffer Fef.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &amp;quot;be who you are, and say what you feel, because those you mind dont matter, and those who matter dont mind. &amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible really is nothing. I&amp;nbsp;cant wait to see what hurdles I&amp;nbsp;tackle next.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 16:58:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Its funny how right I&amp;nbsp;was 8 months ago.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:40:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I love this song....</title>
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  <description>Gone away are the golden days&lt;br /&gt; Just a page in my diary&lt;br /&gt; So here I am a utopian citizen&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still convinced&lt;br /&gt; There&apos;s no such thing as idealism&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Memories they&apos;re following me like a shadow now&lt;br /&gt; And I&apos;m dreamin&apos; &lt;br /&gt; Cause I&apos;ve already suffered the fever of disbelief&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;ve seen your act&lt;br /&gt; And I know all the facts&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It ain&apos;t hard to see&lt;br /&gt; Who you are underneath&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were&lt;br /&gt; And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I was true as the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt; I couldn&apos;t soon say the same for you&lt;br /&gt; So now I find denial in my eyes&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m mesmerized by the picture that&apos;s in my mind&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tell me when I&apos;ll finally see your shallow heart&lt;br /&gt; For what it is&lt;br /&gt; &apos;Cause&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; I don&apos;t want to keep on believin&apos; in illusions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; No no no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cause I&apos;ve seen your act&lt;br /&gt; And I know all the facts&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It ain&apos;t hard to see&lt;br /&gt; Who you are underneath&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were&lt;br /&gt; I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sometimes I can&apos;t explain&lt;br /&gt; And I&apos;m so sorry that I can&apos;t&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;ll try to concentrate&lt;br /&gt; On your true identity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cause I&apos;ve seen your act&lt;br /&gt; And I know all the facts&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It ain&apos;t hard to see&lt;br /&gt; Who you are underneath&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;ve seen your act&lt;br /&gt; And I know all the facts&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It ain&apos;t hard to see&lt;br /&gt; Who you are underneath&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m still in love with who I wish you were&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I wish you were here...  Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt; I wish you were here...  Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt; I wish you were here...&lt;br /&gt; I wish you were here...&lt;br /&gt; I wish you were here...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:43:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I was pretty much going to write a ranting entry about how stressed I am and how much I&apos;m freaking out cause this week is my finals week cause I&apos;m a design major and our finals are due on the last day of classes and what not, but I decided to check my friends page before I started. The first entry I saw was one from a friend of mine who I haven&apos;t talked to in a while but she updates often and always has something interesting to say, so I started reading. She was talking about how with every action we do, we are making a choice and it got me thinking about a situation that happened about a week and a half ago. I was ready to make a hasty decision that could&apos;ve hurt not only the other person&apos;s life but also the people around him and myself as well. I chose to sleep on my thoughts (though I didn&apos;t get much rest) and decided in the morning to just not care anymore. Yeah, what that person did hurt a lot and violated any trust between us, but it brought me closer to some of the other people in my life. I was able to open up to someone I wanted to be closer to but always found myself pushing away whenever I tried. The situation showed me who my real friends were.... the ones who stuck by my side when I needed someone, anyone to keep me sane and from taking irrational &lt;br /&gt;actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose to do the things we do, sometimes we regret them, but we know we can&apos;t change them though we often wish we could. But if we could change one thing, how many other things would be different? Its the butterfly effect. Whenever I do a myspace survey, I always see those questions that say &quot;If you could go back in time, what&apos;s one thing you&apos;d change?&quot; I can never think of one thing because I think about everything that one thing could&apos;ve had an effect on and I wonder how many more lives would&apos;ve been different had that one event not occurred? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. We always have a choice. The things we do have a consequence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can&apos;t change the past, I can only do better for the future. I&apos;ll learn from my mistakes, but keep on living life my way. Whatever happens, happens. Only I can control myself and what the future lies ahead.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 13:48:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>RANT</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been getting way too stressed way too easily recently. I had a huge midterm that I failed, then a paper I had to write, another midterm for another class and then a movie project to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie project was ok until my a good chunk of my group decided to suck when it came to communicating -_- and then we ended up having to do more than half the filming in one day... the day of my birthday, the one day I didnt want to work. AND on top of that... most of the group was only available for parts of the day and a lot of the times didnt match up, but I was at all of it that day... I missed out on a birthday dinner with my friends because I was helping with the filming when 5ish of the other people were &quot;busy&quot; or &quot;going home.&quot; I would&apos;ve loved to go home or do something other than film for a total of 7 hours when I &quot;couldn&apos;t&quot; originally film that day. It just irritates me that my some of my group members didn&apos;t work as hard as my friend and I did on this movie and they might recieve the same grade we did. Some of the people in my group worked just as hard or pretty dang close (they did what they could) but some didnt help as much as they could&apos;ve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: filmed ALL of the movie(multiple angles &amp; shots), spliced all the clips, edited all of the clips, added the music I found, drove around to try to find someone who could burn our dvd for us cause it was too big to transfer at first, and stressed out with me when we couldnt get the movie to burn/transfer and when we had major technical difficulties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: wrote the original script, was at ~60% (if not more) of the filming, found the music to be used in the movie, attempted to burn the cd, stressed out with my friend when we couldnt get the movie to burn/transfer and when we had major technical difficulties, and went around Davis looking for someone to burn our movie for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky that one of our friends from the dorms is like a pro at the whole Dvd burning thing and figured it out about 3 hours ago (at like 3am ish) it took him 2 hours to figure it out and he was supposed to be studying for an OChem midterm but he did this for us cause he&apos;s the awesomest person in the whole world!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I was determined to try to figure something out so I ate some coffee ice cream and a Go Girl! energy drink so I have quite a bit of caffeine running through my system... and I cant sleep... :-\ but the movie is done!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 05:34:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Its been a while since I&apos;ve posted in this and I know like only one person actually reads this but I dont care who reads this, which is why its on public. I just have to get some stuff off my mind and this is the only place I felt like doing it cause I was already on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is something we like to share, as opposed to lies and deceit. We tell people things and we hear things people say that we can only hope are the truth. When we know someone is going to disapprove in something we believe in, we have a tendency to not want to lie, but not to tell the truth. But when we trust that person enough, we will tell them the truth no matter how hard it is or how much it hurts. The people who tell us how it is, are our true friends. Those people are hard to find. I&apos;ve noticed that I&apos;ve had to be fake to so many people here and it hurts when I think back on it. It used to just be to acquaintances but recently its been happening to friends, &quot;close friends.&quot; I hate the way I have to see someone hurt themselves without even knowing it, just by the habits they do. I hate how it increasingly gets worse and worse, day by day, and that I know how the people she cares about the most are slipping away and caring less and less about her because she wont listen to them and she therefore hurts them even more. I feel like I cant even talk to her about anything anymore cause shes so judgmental about everything and will criticize everything and then proceed to be hypocritical about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is someone up here who is the opposite of her. This person is my one true best friend up here. Its crazy how she and I were randomly chosen to be put together and we fit together like two peas in a pod. Though we have our differences from time to time, we will always be there for the other through the good times and the tough times. We have so much in common that its sometimes scary how alike we are. I was lucky to get a roommate like her because everyone else (besides one other pair that doesn&apos;t count cause they knew each other before going to school here) doesn&apos;t get along. She has been my shoulder to cry on, and I&apos;ve been hers, my crutch when I needed help, and my number one fan. This girl has always known what to say and do to help me out in every thing Ive needed her for. There are thousands of other people I could have been put with as a roommate and the school just happened to give me the best one. The one I can depend on, the one I count on, the one who will always be there, the one I love, my true friend, my bff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed our cards in letters &lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;BFF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve got a million ways to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You&apos;re lookin&apos; out for me; &lt;u&gt;you&apos;ve got my back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s so good to have you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;secrets&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I could never tell&lt;br /&gt;And when I&apos;m quiet you break through my shell&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t feel the need to do a rebel yell&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain&apos;t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to me now and into the night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til it&apos;s alright again&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don&apos;t get angry when I change the plans&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you&apos;re never out of second chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Won&apos;t say &quot;I told you&quot; when I&apos;m wrong again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so &lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lucky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; that I&apos;ve found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain&apos;t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to me now and into the night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til it&apos;s alright again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends will go to the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Till they find the things you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;Friends hang on through the &lt;b&gt;ups&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;downs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they&apos;ve got someone to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain&apos;t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to me now and into the night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;No need to pretend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You&apos;re a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain&apos;t right&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Til it&apos;s alright again&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&apos;re a &lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt; friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>True Friend, One in a Million</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 22:44:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hahahaha</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 02:03:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>is it considered running away from my problems if I get sick of all the drama in the place Im at and would rather be somewhere else?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 19:55:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>There are no words to describe how I feel but what I do know if that I havent felt this way in a long time. Although things may not turn out in the most ideal fashion, I know that Im free. Free from your drama, and the people you chose to surround yourself with&apos;s drama. I realize that by doing what you did, you saved me from a life of more pain. I thought you were only thinking of yourself, but really you wanted to let me live a life you couldnt get out of. That drama will follow you wherever you go, but it stops here for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that said... Thank you. I havent felt this happy in a long time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 07:45:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I dont know exactly how I feel but all I know is that Im falling... fast and hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 06:08:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I wrote a new entry but its not finished. I almost fell to tears and had to stop what I was writing in order to remain calm. I guess it doesnt matter that I wrote this since no one reads this anymore, but if you do read this let me know so I know that maybe my words are not going unread.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 02:52:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me your angel&lt;br /&gt;Said I was sent straight down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d hold me close in your ah-arms&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you felt so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay here holding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it&apos;s different now&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still here somehow&lt;br /&gt;My heart won&apos;t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me your dreamer&lt;br /&gt;And now I&apos;m living out my deam&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that&apos;s happening for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m thinking back on the past&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s true that time is flying by too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it&apos;s different now&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still here somehow&lt;br /&gt;My heart won&apos;t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&apos;re in a better place, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I wish that I could see your face, oh&lt;br /&gt;I know you&apos;re where you need to be&lt;br /&gt;Even though it&apos;s not here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it&apos;s different now&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still here somehow&lt;br /&gt;My heart won&apos;t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it&apos;s different now&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still here somehow&lt;br /&gt;My heart won&apos;t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(posted for the same reason it was written)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 02:44:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>All this time I was looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make things work&lt;br /&gt;They weren&apos;t good enough&lt;br /&gt;Til I thought I&apos;m through</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 01:48:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Summer in Davis...</title>
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  <description>School for 9 hours of my day (only every other day) and its all studio time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survived the first grueling day by spending almost $200 at the bookstore on art supplies that I may end up running out of before the end of the session. :/ but found some chill people in my major to stick with for the next few years :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First real project: Design an interior with 3 given objects (a fish chair, a giraffe lamp, a landscape portrait) in the format of a collage using colors from magazines and then paint it to grayscale. Make a mood map and 10 2&quot; x 2&quot; sketches to complement the main portion of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, oh man. Class is gonna rock :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 02:36:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Going away for a while... If you want to know whats going on in my life... find another way to reach me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 01:31:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh I&apos;ll never know what makes this man&lt;br /&gt;With all the love that his heart can stand&lt;br /&gt;Dream of ways to throw it all away</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 01:30:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Frustration + annoyances + midterms = not happy Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let just say I need to close the windows, draw the blinds, lock my door, put the phone on silent, set an away message and blast music.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:21:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>played a Co-ed A game. Pretty much sucked, even though I used to play soccer. I think the only good thing I did was get injured... though, I can&apos;t really walk cause I hurt my groin muscle (its on the joint that connects my leg to its socket, not anywhere dirty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, it hurts to get onto my bed, rotate my leg in anyway, use my right leg in anyway, walk sometimes and I have a fatty bruise on my shin.... Oh soccer how I miss thee...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:22:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Joys of paying an arm and a leg for an &quot;education&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.apple.com/trailers/dreamworks/disturbia/&quot;&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/dreamworks/disturbia/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky movie for just PG-13. UCD had a free previewing of it last night and it was awesome! Im not even a scary movie-type of person! I did have a slight nightmare from it... but it was worth it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/knockedup/&quot;&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/knockedup/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant freakin wait!!!!!!!! :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 06:25:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I realized why I cant force myself to do it. Theres something I have to do. Change needs to happen and it needs to happen now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 08:23:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I saw this and wanted to post the things I am.... I was bored :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;You Know You&apos;re a Band Geek if...&quot;&gt;1. Band is your favorite sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You hum band songs in other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You&apos;ve ever done roll-step while walking with a full plate or glass to keep things from spilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You&apos;ve never been on a Friday night date, thanks to the football games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You walk in step with any music you hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A snake is a favorite activity, not an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You would never go to a football game if not for band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &quot;Hey Baby&quot; really is the only pick-up line you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You hear the phrase &quot;tongue harder&quot; on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You know that &quot;one more time&quot; actually means &quot;four or five more times&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You can&apos;t watch Pirates of the Caribbean without wondering what formation you should be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It bothers you when the person walking next to you isn&apos;t in step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your band director&apos;s phone number is on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When you retell some of your favorite memories of summer, you start with the phrase, &quot;This one time at band camp...&quot; and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. All your friends are in band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You&apos;ve actually been to band camp &lt;/b&gt;and consider it the highlight of your summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You know how to play 10 popular-stand tunes, but know the words to none of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You point out key changes and dynamics when you listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You&apos;ve never had to pay to get into a football/basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You&apos;ve never sat in your class section at a pep rally because you&apos;re always playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You start humming a showtune from three years ago and your friends join in with their respective parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You listen to band demo CDs in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You know that &quot;push in&quot; and &quot;pull out&quot; are regular tuning phrases and are in no way sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You see no pervertedness in the words tongueing, blowing, and fingering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You are late for band because you were at another band rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You think there should be horn pops in symphonic band. (for marching band geeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You laugh at all of these because you know they&apos;re all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You realize you are out of step with the song in your head and you adjust your step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You have constant arguments as to why your instrument is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You insist (no, KNOW) marching band is more physically and mentally taxing than football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Even after you graduate, you still go to every competiton and sit with the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Someone asks you who your favorite band is and you say &quot;High school or college? DCI? Which division? I, II or III?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You have a mnemonic for the different modes... &quot;I Don&apos;t Punch Like Muhammad A-Li&quot; (Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian, Locrian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The entire floor of your trunk is littered with sheet music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You&apos;re walking to class to the tempo of the ballad, the late bell rings, and you suddenly walk to tempo of the 3rd movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You carry a metronome in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You feel the overwhelming compulsion to tap out a drum cadence on the nearest hard surface, even if that means tapping it out on the stranger standing next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You know what it&apos;s like to have a reed frozen to your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You know just how many people can fit into a band locker (from experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You get upset when an audience can&apos;t clap in time or on the right beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You use the excuse, &quot;I can&apos;t, I have rehearsal&quot; more than five times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. You can tell what someone plays just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. You only know how football is played because you are forced to sit through the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You know your school song by heart, backwards, in the dark, sleeping, and in every key because you have played it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. When you hear a school with the same fight song, you want to join in and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You can look at a little kid and guess what instrument they are going to eventually play... and guess right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You get excited when you hear songs in movies that your jazz band or any other band played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You automatically go to attention when you hear a whistle...including the ref&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You continue doing band in college even if you are not majoring in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You get annoyed when you are listening to the radio and the car&apos;s blinker is not in sync with the beat of the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You subdivide into 8ths, 16ths, triplets, and quintuplets a turning signal, walk pace, song on the radio, or just about anything that keeps time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. You once drove back to your house going 60 mph because you forgot your music, or part of your uniform, or other essential item, before a practice or concert or competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. You describe distance in 8-to-5 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Someone threatening to kick your instrument is worse than someone threatening to kick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You have a favorite key and/or time signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. You listen to a song and think about how cool it would be to arrange it for a field show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You only date people who are in the band (or orchestra or choir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. You have most, if not all, of the songs your band(s) has ever played on your MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You&apos;ve ever suggested having a lock-in in the band hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. 95% of your pictures in your scrapbook or photo album are pictures of things you did with the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. When your friends call you a band geek, you don&apos;t deny it, and in fact, take it as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. You&apos;ve ever tripped with your instrument and sacrificed your body to protect your horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. You tap your foot to elevator music and the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. You don&apos;t go home on the day of a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Your band locker is your personal space for anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. You rarely see your family during the fall because you are always doing marching band things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. When you&apos;re walking along with a friend, you automatically get in step and in time with their footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Your marching show is your ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. You skip other classes due to weather, but then go to band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. You hear a slight beat and rhythm to everything around you... i.e., the air conditioner, the fan, the pencil scribble sound, and the squeaky desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. You like the way reeds taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. You wonder what it would be like to play the music in basically every movie you watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. You can listen to a song and figure out the time signature,&lt;/b&gt; and often consult with other bandies who are doing the same thing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. You trade instruments when there&apos;s a substitute teacher for band class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. You&apos;ve learned the hard way not to walk through the brass section without shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. You know that getting to a band event early means you&apos;re on time, on time means you&apos;re late, and late &lt;strike&gt;means you&apos;re in trouble.&lt;/strike&gt; is never to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 23:52:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDIT:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 3/21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I&apos;m pretty much a terrible terrible person, or will be in the next few days... maybe I should get a second opinion...&lt;/strike&gt; I still kinda feel bad but I guess this is what she deserves... she doesn&apos;t care about us. Maybe this fed the fire... or woud doing something feed it? Oh, how I love those double edged swords..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side:&lt;br /&gt;*I did pretty K.A. on my Anthro paper that I totally BSed, because I wrote it the night before/ morning of.. haha 20/25 plus a curve... :D&lt;br /&gt;*I lost my reg card (I.D.) twice today but I found it both times (I pretty much forget where I put it half the time...)&lt;br /&gt;*I woke up in time and had a nice breakfast before my first final this morning (which was multiple choice, but not a death challenge :P)&lt;br /&gt;*I have the room to myself again tonight so I can finish my papers until the sun comes up if I want.. (but I dont so Im going to get off lj and write)&lt;br /&gt;*I wont be roof less next year.. I have a place to live &amp;amp; we signed the lease in time...&lt;br /&gt;*I get to see one of the kids still because she hasnt gone home yet either... may end up spending the night there tomorrow?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 05:40:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I got to hang out with one of my best friends forever and ever and I miss her to death when we&apos;re in school. We called our other one and talked forever about nothingness and it made me fill up with joy and made me giddy and happy inside. I miss them sooo much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 01:06:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Just one of those days...</title>
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  <description>Tired, but not sleepy and slightly annoyed.</description>
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  <description>Im really stressed about my living situations for next year more than I am about finals. I want to live in this one place (Casitas) but I doubt I get it but theres very few units of the choice I want left. Theres a place where we put a deposit down, but my parents say its waaaaaay too expensive for me to live in if I have my own room (I find it hard to share a room) and they want me to look somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iurehgjnvfgliahuejrn Im freaking out and I want to just go home and not have to worry about all of this.</description>
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