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                <title>affiliates</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 01:01:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ she's one of my affiliates, so check out her page. <br />
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                <title>there is a boy asleep in my bed</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2005 08:53:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and i am sitting here at my computer.  could i be more detached from things  here in santa cruz or what? okay so  yea, he is jsut my homeless friend who  needed a place to pass out for the  night. and my heart is in someone  else's bed at home. regardless, the  level of detachment grows whenever i  think its starting to fade, and i only  have maximum nine days left in this  place. eight if my dad comes to get me  on tuesday instead of wednesday. either  way i am moving home soon, and as much  as i am happy a part of me is dreading  it. all the drama of things that go on  there, dealing with <i>him</i> and <i>them</i> and <i>HER</i>  is going to take a toll on me that i  dont know if i am ready, or willing, to  suffer through. life was so much easier  when i was the only person he wanted to  spend time with and they were aware of  their standing in second place behind  me and she was in a different country.  life is so much easier when you are the  first priority of the person you have  long considered your own top priority.  life is so much easier when the person  you love loves you back an equal amount. ]]></description>
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                <title>how about a saturday?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 14:34:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ she said with trepidation as he handed  her the "cran-apple" soaked sheets. ]]></description>
                <author>~AlaskanEskimoPie</author>
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                <title>do you hate it here?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2005 22:06:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ chris asked me that the other day. and  i said no, because i don't. today my  mom asked me if i wanted to transfer  somewhere else. and i said no, because  i don't. i like santa cruz as a place.  i like the school as a school. its  funny though, my happiness depends so  much on my friends, and the people  around me. at some point in the last  two years, i invested so much of myself  into a few select people that now i am  having trouble being truly happy  without them. ]]></description>
                <author>~AlaskanEskimoPie</author>
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                <title>and back to this place</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 00:18:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ alas, i am back in santa cruz. i went  to the ER on monday; the ambulance had  to pick me up from the airport. could  that be a sign or something? perhaps i  should take it to mean that i am not  supposed to be in santa cruz and should  instead be at home. home. i want to go  home. up here, my only solace can be  found in food and animal planet. and  law and order. oh and benadryl, my new  favorite thing in the world. it knocks  you out like nothing else. and you have  weird dreams. god bless the doctors in  the ER who told me i have to take 3 a  day for the next 5 days. at least i  will be mostly unconcsicous for the  first week back in this hell hole. <br />
<br />
sigh. ]]></description>
                <author>~AlaskanEskimoPie</author>
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                <title>home is where my smile can be found</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 05:30:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am home for the weekend!!! i am  therefore happier than i have been in a  long time, including when i found my  favorite earing that i had lost for a  week. i cannot stop smiling and  laughing; i actually get giddy at the  thought of being home. <br />
<br />
its ironic that when i lived at home i  tried to stay away as much as possible;  i shuddered at the thought of spending  time with my family. but once i moved,  i realized how much i love it here. and  how cool my family is.<br />
<br />
i would say that i wish i had realized  these things earlier, but i don't think  i could have felt this way until after  i no longer lived at home.<br />
<br />
i suppose that is how things work.<br />
<br />
you can't begin to truly appreciate  something until it isn't yours to  appreciate any more. "please forgive me  if i take you for granted." ]]></description>
                <author>~AlaskanEskimoPie</author>
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                <title>long time ago</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2005 14:33:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ last night's dreams have all but melted  away, and if the horizon were lighter  it would be easier to see. hope is just  a glimmer of wasted childhood wishes  and you're shrinking like your faith as  the sun fails to sun. the lies refuse  to fade as your head gets heavier, and  you keep remembering to forget the  escape you somehow let slip away. ]]></description>
                <author>~AlaskanEskimoPie</author>
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                <title>gummy bears</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 19:04:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the dining hall had big bowls of gummy  worms and gummy bears and then some  vegan, all-organic gummy bears out with  a little sign saying "good luck on  finals."<br />
<br />
right, stale gummy worms are going to  make us do better on our finals. i  forgot that gummy candy is the secret  weapon, the thing that suddenly makes  you want to start studying instead of  watching reruns of law and order on  tnt. <br />
<br />
one time greg asked me why i love that  show so much, and when i thought about  it, it has so much more to do with me  than it has to do with the show itself.  i love that the show has an order to  it, a system. the first half of the  show is always the detectives chasing  down the criminal. and the second half  is always the trial. lenny (jerry  orbach) is my favorite from the first  half because you know he will always  make some inappropriate wisecrack right  before the opening credits come on. and  jack (sam waterson) is the second half  predictable guy, because he will always  try to get the death penalty whenever  he can. i like that if they catch a guy  but its still only 15 minutes into the  show you know that he is the wrong guy  because they still have another 15  minutes before the trial will start. i  guess its a comfort thing. when i used  to visit my grandparents in las vegas  my sisters weren't allowed to stay up  but i was old enough and i can remember  watching law and order with my parents  and my grandparents and feeling so cool  that i was old enough and i could read  the little subtitles that flash across  the screen saying what time it is and  where in new york it is (like,  "sentencing hearing, 1:45 pm") and i  thought i was so smart when i figured  out the system and the pattern of the  show and i could tell anyone exactly  when they had caught the right guy and  when the detectives were going to hand  the case over to the DA and when jack  was going to refuse a plea bargain  because he wanted to get the guy "with  a needle in his arm." <br />
<br />
thats what i miss the most these days,  the comfort of things that are  predictable but not in an obnoxious  way. i miss knowing that i could drive  over to his house and he would be there  waiting for me to come over, and would  say things like "took you long enough."  i miss going on drives and getting lost  on purpose. i miss lisa always knowing  what i was thinking, even when i  pretended she was wrong. i nmiss  hand-holding and cheek-kissing. and  going to bookstores and record stores  and being able to be with someone and  not be right next to them and still  feel like you were. i miss not having  to get on a plane to go home, i miss my  house and my family and knowing that my  mom would try and make me eat dinner  with them whenever i walked through the  living room and i miss knowing that  whenever my favorite clothes were  missing it was because my sister stole  them and i miss having a curfew that i  knew i wouldnt make and knowing that i  wouldnt get in trouble anyways. i miss  fighting with him and knowing that we  would always make up. i miss being  close to the things that made me feel  safe. <br />
<br />
the worst part about it all is that all  the things i miss are still back home  and they are going on without me, and  that everything is the same except i  left and im not there being the same  with them. and i cant get mad because  im the one that left and now the only  comfort i have is knowing that every  once in a while i can go back there and  tell myself that things are the same  and for a week or two they will be. but  then i leave again and things will  continue on even though im not there.  and the only comfort im still allowed  all the time is law and order and  dreaming of times i left behind. ]]></description>
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                <title>finals</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 00:17:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ finals week sucks. i can't wait to go  home. i miss my room and my friends. <br />
<br />
on a more cheerful note, over the  weekend i got sam and chris to drive me  to berkeley. i visited my sister who  was there for some school thing. saw  some of my old teachers. ate in n out.  first time i had meat since valentine's  day. <br />
<br />
clearly, i'm a lousy vegetarian. <br />
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________________________________________ _<br />
<br />
the time spent waiting for company you  don't want<br />
the time spent wasting with company you  can't keep<br />
the time spent contemplating what the  hell you've done with all your time.  and it still makes little to no sense,  and your head still hurts and so does  your stomach and you would count the  days until you get on a plane if you  could remember what number comes after  two, because before recently, two was  the only number that mattered, so you  never needed to look any further. <br />
two minus one does not equal one. you  unfortunately are learning this the  hard way. <br />
two minus one equals two apart, and one  plus one only works when they're  together.<br />
otherwise we're just uncommon  denominators, and everyone knows that  those don't work ]]></description>
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