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                <title>My New Account</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 09:20:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>I'm a reject.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 15:42:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate everything I do.<br />
<br />
I'm not updating my gallery anymore. <br />
<br />
I know I only have maybe 3 actual watchers so sorry to you few people... oh well, I'll still comment on your photos, that's all that matters.<br />
<br />
<br />
edit: how is it possible that I'm still getting pageviews even when I don't update? ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>This is me.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2005 09:11:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.explodingdog.com/january2/dontlaughthatsnotfunny.html">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>on this windy afternoon.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2005 13:15:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And we looked like giants.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I wish I could just lay outside  somewhere and not be seen.<br />
I'm having trouble sleeping. I miss  sleeping at the park...<br />
I stayed up till 4:30 am today. It was  horrible. I kept wanting to just take  and axe and chop at my window frame.<br />
<br />
This video project is really stressing  me out. Having the teacher waste my  time with trying to understand my video  concept and then trying to get the  class in on my idea too, just to change  the whole thing around and then change  it right back and then she has the  nerve to get on my back about how I  have to get it done this week pisses me  off. <br />
<br />
My group is no help either, they had no  opinions except Mike and he's psycho.  If I put the camera in their hands  they'd just ask, "what do I do? what  are we doing?" and I don't have time  for that. <br />
<br />
My eye twitches alot now. I sometimes  feel like pounding my head to make it  stop. Fudduddgge... there it went  again. <br />
<br />
I can just picture myself, going on a  killing spree. I really have no way to  release my frustration so it builds up.  These thoughts of attacking people and  things with axes shows no sign of a  healthy mind.<br />
<br />
They say, "hit a pillow!" but I just  can't.  I used to tear paper but then  I'd feel bad for wasting paper or I'd  break beer bottles but then I'd feel  bad for making a mess.<br />
<br />
<br />
I need a date to my sister's wedding, I  have a feeling I won't be able to get  one. <br />
<br />
So depressing....<br />
<br />
<br />
I can't wait until June. I will be  seeing NoFX, hopefully with Adam, if  not,  what's his face will go, if he's  not working. Then summer will be here,  and I'll go visit what's his face and  maybe Ren too because he has a car and  is nice too hehe.<br />
<br />
Oh, I just made myself feel a little  better. Gosh darnit, where's a time  machine when you need it?! ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>ANgerY</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2005 18:12:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ergh.<br />
<br />
I got so many amazing shots tonight but  errrrrrtgdfjdals;faja... 90% of them  came out blurry. Like... FUCK!<br />
<br />
I need a tripod, can I have yours?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Tonight was sad. I killed a couple  snails. I cried. I didn't know they  were there! And then CRUNCH! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />.<br />
<br />
Poor little thingies. I love snails...  I kept apologizing to them as I walked  along the trail. <br />
<br />
I thought maybe, I'd feel better when I  came home to see all the cool shots  but... they all were crap. All blurry.  I had some amazing close ups of snails  on the long grass, very nice bright  clear dew drops. They were so pretty!  It was getting dark and the drops  reflected off the grey sky which lit  them up.<br />
<br />
<br />
BOOOURNS.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2005 14:29:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I lose my subscription tomorrow,  hourrah <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Yay!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2005 15:17:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hourrah! 3000 page views. You people  rule.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Booourns</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 11:34:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been chosen to lead a few students  when we start doing the movie project.  I don't want to be the leader!!! Ugh,  it makes me sick to my stomach and  seriously makes me nervous. I know I  have leadership role with the big  brother big sister kids but ugh...  these people are going to depend on me  for crap and I seriously don't want to  talk to them.<br />
<br />
I wish Adam and me could work together,  they split us up <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> because we both have  these "leadership skills". Bah.<br />
<br />
Booourns. I want someone else to lead. <br />
<br />
I wish Alex was around. He has the  sweetest voice and we could have long  passionate sex and all that jazz.<br />
<br />
<br />
The health nurse talked to me today. It  was nice. She wasn't old and yah, she  herself was nice. I don't need help but  it feels nice to have someone to talk  to if I need to talk about anything.<br />
I don't have to get counselling which  rules most of all <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" />.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>adlfaj;laja.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2005 11:16:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today, is a beautiful day.<br /><br />Why must I have so little friends? I'm  so tired of being out by myself, taking  photos by myself. It'd be nice for once  for me not to be the model. I have a  headache now. I feel like puking.  Blaaaaah. Just like that. Maybe I'll go  stare at my awesome cake for a while,  that cake seriously rules.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Juh???</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 11:08:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What the crap? Does anyone know why I'm  suddenly a subscriber?<br />
<br />
I was on at 3 this morning and uhhh I  wasn't. It's nice and all but...  like... wtf?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>urgh.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 09:45:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so angry, this youth group came  here and I can't lie, seriously, I hate  lying to people so when we filled out  this questionnaire I just said a few  things and UGH. So they had a talk with  me after class and it was bad because  they pulled me aside before class  actually ended so then people knew  something was up and I don't want them  to know anything. Even though I've  stopped being all messed up with  cutting and such, because my dad really  screwed me up in the head and I still  have all these feelings, they want me  to see a counsellor.<br />
<br />
I'm such a sensitive emotional person,  I can't stop crying now. I really hate  talking about my dad. It's the worst  thing for me. I break down in tears  just thinking about it. I'm probably  like this because I'm so good at  keeping everything bottled up, now it's  just all coming out. URGH.<br />
<br />
I'm not looking forward to this. I'm  only comfortable talking to my friends  about it because they're my friends,  not some stranger.<br />
<br />
When I was talking to the people about  it, the one girl started crying, it was  kinda nice in a way. I guess that  sounds bad but it was like, bah, I  can't explain. <br />
<br />
I'm off now. <br />
<br />
blah. ugh. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ugh.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2005 17:09:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sometimes, well, more than sometimes, I  feel like just taking an axe and  cutting up all the people I hate and  all the things I want to destroy and...  well...<br />
<br />
I don't know, I'm so frustrated today,  though I am everyday, today especially.<br />
<br />
I hate it, I want to kill today. I may  just sleep or go sit in the rain or  just... <br />
<br />
I wish I had some empty beer bottles to  just break, that always helps. ]]></description>
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                <title>back in the day.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2005 16:15:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just remembered this. Tony and I at  the station, waiting for the bus to  Toronto, I think we were going to see  sparta and hot water music..... yes, we  were.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Tony: "What's the point of having  tinted windows?"<br />
Me: *looks in window and fixes hair.*  "I dunno." ]]></description>
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                <title>wheeeeee</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 12:46:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh yah, I've got deux tickets to NoFX.  . . and that rules!!!<br />
<br />
If Adam can't go, it'll be the opposite  of ruling, it will suck.<br />
<br />
But. . . NoFX!!! they themselves rules.<br />
<br />
<br />
it would be a 50/50 night if adam can't  go. ]]></description>
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                <title>le sigh</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2005 18:39:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so when i come on here at school, i'll  be happy.<br />
<br />
subject: <3... because april 23 ruled,  major, stuff. says:<br />
if you could have 3 wishes, what would  you wish for?<br />
<br />
And living this life is easy, if you  never look behind the scenery says:<br />
all i need is one<br />
<br />
subject: <3... because april 23 ruled,  major, stuff. says:<br />
what would you wish for?<br />
<br />
And living this life is easy, if you  never look behind the scenery says:<br />
to see you ]]></description>
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                <title>yay adam &lt;3</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 18:46:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this made my day, might not seem like  much but today has been pretty  horrible.<br />
<br />
subject: you're driving me down to  california tonight okay? kgr8thnx bye  says:<br />
ok what if i was flat chested, would  they be no longer cool?<br />
<br />
<b>And living this life is easy, if you  never look behind the scenery says:<br />
not as cool</b><br />
<br />
subject: you're driving me down to  california tonight okay? kgr8thnx bye  says:<br />
awwww<br />
<br />
<b>subject: you're driving me down to  california tonight okay? kgr8thnx bye  says:<br />
well i'm flat chested</b><br />
<br />
subject: you're driving me down to  california tonight okay? kgr8thnx bye  says:<br />
so they're uncool<br />
<br />
<b>And living this life is easy, if you  never look behind the scenery says:<br />
you are not</b><br />
<br />
And living this life is easy, if you  never look behind the scenery says:<br />
im not even flatchested, i have  something there ]]></description>
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                <title>A quote</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 15:19:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ''Well, I've seen all the photos a  million times like everyone else, but  they just don't capture the way it felt  to be there - the sunlight and the  redness of the blood: that's always  cropped out of magazines and this bugs  me because <b>when you crop the photo, you  tell a lie.</b>''<br />
<br />
-Douglas Coupland, Hey Nostradamus! ]]></description>
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                <title>ORGASM.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2005 23:12:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just had a miniature orgasm, over  someone's work. <br />
<br />
That's right.<br />
<br />
And then I cried. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.sheridanc.on.ca/staff/goldchai/public_html/Pileg_A/Pages/home.html">[link]</a><br />
<br />
<br />
this. didn't make me. orgasm.<br />
though. still nice.<br />
very.<br />
very.<br />
nice... <a href="http://www.sheridanc.on.ca/staff/goldchai/public_html/Santaana_A/index.html">[link]</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>frowns.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 11:01:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ugh.<br />
<br />
The Mars Volta.<br />
<br />
I.<br />
<br />
Am.<br />
<br />
Stupid.<br />
<br />
SOLD OUT!<br />
<br />
Frowns. ]]></description>
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                <title>and then.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 16:33:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and then she frowned that beautiful  frown.<br />
<br />
The worst feeling you can feel is just,  well, I don't know if it's even a  feeling you can describe. Missing  someone or something is just crappy. ]]></description>
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                <title>This Love Machine</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 23:08:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...makes me orgasm.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://thislovemachine.com">moooooooooans</a><br />
<br />
"Hey Sexy!<br />
<br />
You have filled out your e-mail address  to receive Love Letters From This Love  Machine.<br />
You must visit the URL listed below to  confirm your subscription....<br />
<br />
We've Been Waiting our whole life for  you! You are now officially a part!"<br />
<br />
--sweetest thing ever ]]></description>
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                <title>my uk punk.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 20:04:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Product Of Society says:<br />
well,i was 56k then so it appeared like  a pic anyway<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
ugh, i love him.<br />
<br />
my 32 year old uk punk <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>kenny.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 16:57:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I cried in class twice today. I was  reading my journal from when I was in  summer school and... it was funny but  then it got not nice. <br />
There were things in there that I wrote  about Kenny, the things we talked  about, the things we dreamed, and, it  made me horribly sad. Sad because he  cut off all contact with me, sad  because things never went back to how  they used to be.<br />
<br />
It get's worse. <br />
<br />
Because I'm such a fucking idiot, I  missed out on Duran Duran tonight.  Original line up too... Because I  didn't get my papers from the police  department earlier, I fucked myself  over.<br />
<br />
And now lately, I'm thinking about the  things I always ignore, like my dad  dying. It started by me thinking about  Kenny, and how the night my dad died,  me and Kenny were playfully chatting on  the phone, right when the hospital was  trying to call. It's my fault my mum  didn't get to be there when he died. I  wonder if she hates me for that.<br />
<br />
I'm such an idiot at times.<br />
<br />
I guess I really do deserve everything  I get. ]]></description>
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                <title>new.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2005 21:06:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My computer won't let me submit photos,  kind of depressing.<br />
What else is depressing is this  weather. Toronto will have to wait.<br />
<br />
On a good note, Silverstein was played  on the Punk Show tonight. Hourrah. I've  been watching them at shows for a long  while, kinda stopped recently because  the local scene isn't my thing anymore  but they're ON T.V. That's just  ca-ray-zay.<br />
<br />
like a fox.<br />
<br />
<br />
On another good note, this journal  entry is over.<br />
<br />
<br />
P.s. They played Lamb Of God on Loud  tonight, almost creamed my pants. ]]></description>
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                <title>goodnight.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 19:33:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ subject: and then she was shut out.  says:<br />
night adam<br />
I like to think that my girlfriend is  very  lucky..............................that  im single says:<br />
goodnight katelyn ]]></description>
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                <title>adam.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 20:46:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and then the sweetest boy fell in love  with the strangest girl.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://web3.epitonic.com/files/reg/songs/mp3/Death_Cab_For_Cutie-Photobooth.mp3">Photobooth</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://web3.epitonic.com/files/reg/songs/mp3/Death_Cab_For_Cutie-Sleep_Spent.mp3">Sleep Spent</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Headache.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 17:24:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ugh. gh. ggghh. gh. h.<br />
<br />
<br />
The only time I go out is when I'm  doing family stuff or just shopping  with family.<br />
<br />
Well, the only other time is when I'm  out getting laid.<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm not happy. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Think.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 12:31:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Me and the possibility of stranger sex?<br />
<br />
What's up with that?<br />
<br />
Tall, good looking... how could I lose? ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>At Last....</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2005 14:04:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My love has come along...<br />
<br />
<a href="http://laeren.zoggins.net/music/mpthree/EttaJames-AtLast.mp3">Etta James</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>The Night Just Lightened.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 20:19:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Don't like me, Don't you know im good  for nothing, Don't like me, Even though  inside i know i want you to says:<br />
but i dont liek when your sad<br />
<br />
subject: screwed. says:<br />
awww<br />
<br />
subject: screwed. says:<br />
well buy me a new button and i'll be  good  <br />
<br />
Don't like me, Don't you know im good  for nothing, Don't like me, Even though  inside i know i want you to says:<br />
alright, i will<br />
<br />
subject: screwed. says:<br />
nuh uh<br />
<br />
Don't like me, Don't you know im good  for nothing, Don't like me, Even though  inside i know i want you to says:<br />
uh huh<br />
<br />
Don't like me, Don't you know im good  for nothing, Don't like me, Even though  inside i know i want you to says:<br />
and if i dont, id give you one of mine<br />
<br />
subject: screwed. says:<br />
awww adam<br />
<br />
subject: screwed. says:<br />
you could give me some of your lint and  i'd be happy <br />
<br />
Don't like me, Don't you know im good  for nothing, Don't like me, Even though  inside i know i want you to says:<br />
id give you me fever sheds button,  becuse you would never see one anywhere  else ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>lucas</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2005 12:01:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been thinking. <br />
<br />
<br />
I'm going to tell everyone I'm moving  away away then I'll pack up all my  stuff but I'll really be selling  everything I own.<br />
<br />
And then I'll go kill myself somewhere  where no one would find me or think to  look.<br />
<br />
<br />
Tralala la lalala la I no longer exist.<br />
<br />
<br />
No I'm not depressed. Everyone needs a  backup plan. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2005 11:36:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ losers who can only meet friends over  the internet, and are hopelessly in  denial of their own dysfunction?<br />
<br />
<br />
this is nothing, just wanted to  remember something, ignore it. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>awesome.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 08:14:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.nevashut.com/game/flash.asp">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>:(</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 21:38:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I promised Meghan I wouldn't hurt  myself.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
edit: (dun wanna make new entreeeeeeee)<br />
<br />
Side note, hourrah... 2005 page views.  That's just ca-ray-zay.<br />
<br />
*tummy grumbles 'i'm hungry'*<br />
<br />
<br />
that's all you're getting, no dancing a  jig today. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Eeeheeeee.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 14:26:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I felt like a screaming Beatles fan  this morning.<br />
<br />
Me and Adam talked for a long long time  and then he went on cam and... I almost  died. I was crying and like.. well I  could I could say screaming but not as  dramatic. I was so excited and happy to  see him being him. <br />
<br />
Then around 5 am I could see him  yawning alot so I told him to go to  sleep and he said he wouldn't go untill  I would go. It was so sweet. And then I  said the same thing back to him.<br />
<br />
He has eyes <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br />
<br />
<br />
Ugh.. I need to calm down. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Cold.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 21:31:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My tummy aches, and I'm getting fat  again, just after I lost 10 pounds, I  gain 4. Blah. Damn my sitting  around-ness.<br />
<br />
Oh well, I got a new shirt today. It  rules. 75% off. Booya.<br />
<br />
I also got sunglasses and a scarf and  yesterday I got more earrings from  Value Village and I got a bunch of  skirts. Hourrah!<br />
<br />
Today at the dentist, ok well I ended  up going to sleep around 4:30 (stayed  up to talk to Adam <3) but uhh yah and I  had an appointment for 10 and I was so  tired so I started laughing at  everything while waiting. I was crying,  I couldn't breathe. And then while  sitting in the chair, getting my teeth  checked, I start laughing while the  lady's just scraping away lol. I bit  her finger and then some toothpaste  flew in my eye and she was all "thats  what you get for biting me!" it was  grand.<br />
<br />
Oh yes, and now I have an ear ache...  houuurrrrahhh. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>:/</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 10:12:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm kinda sad at the moment. Not  depressed, just sad. I thought I'd be  dreading March Break, and in some ways  I am but then at least I won't be at  school, and at home, I at least have  friends online, my friends here... they  don't compare to others...<br />
<br />
I'm more alone at school now than I am  at home.<br />
<br />
<br />
Ughh... I've cried at least 5 times  since I woke up and before I went to  sleep around 4am, I cried for half an  hour.<br />
<br />
<br />
Blah. I'm losing it. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Dreading Everything</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2005 17:38:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm dreading everything.<br />
<br />
I wish it was summer. <br />
I wish I could lay under the stars.<br />
I wish Sigur Ros would just magically  drown out every sound.<br />
<br />
<br />
At my funeral, I'm totally having  people play Lamb of God for music. It  will rule. I doubt anyone would even  come. My family because its like  manditory of course. Sometimes I feel  like dying just to see who really would  care if I died. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>aaeeeee.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2005 10:46:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think I might move to Winnipeg. Just  because. Maybe St. Catherines... maybe  Brampton.<br />
<br />
There's no point to this journal entry.<br />
<br />
Currently listening to: The Mars Volta<br />
(me loves their new cd like woah)<br />
<br />
I want Death From Above 1979 music in  my cd player... right now. Just  because. I found myself dancing in my  room to their lovely music as it came  from my television.<br />
*wiggles* mmm yah, gotta love them  boys.<br />
<br />
<br />
I want a boyfriend. Or girlfriend.  Whichever will take me.<br />
<br />
I need to cut my hair again. I miss  having my bangs go into a point <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />.<br />
<br />
I think I'll go put Spiderman tattoos  on my face. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>CRAAAAAMPS</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2005 09:35:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Currently sitting in: Media Arts<br />
Next to: Adam Ronbeck<br />
Listening to: Glassjaw + Adam getting  pissed off<br />
Doing: English Homework<br />
Feeling: Crampy + Sick ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Hot.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2005 07:28:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think I have a fever or something. I  dreamt that I had one, and that I kept  eating chicken fingers and the food was  giving me a sore throat. Sure enough I  woke up hot with a sore throat. <br />
<br />
No going to see what's his face  today... It would've been nice to be  hugged today.<br />
<br />
I feel so... what's the word... I don't  know, in the words of Adam Ronbeck, I  will say floppy doppy. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Ai.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 16:59:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I woke up this morning around 3 am. I  was so scared.<br />
<br />
Booourns to nightmares. <br />
<br />
I dreamt that the cast from Saved By  The Bell, my sister and I were at some  beach house and it was my dad's. So we  were outside and then we came inside  and then it got to a point where me and  my sister were crying scared so we ran  down the hall to another person's room  so we wouldn't be alone.<br />
<br />
I tried calling 911 but it wasn't  working. It was that lady that comes on  and says "please hang up and try your  call again." So I hung up and listened  for the dial tone and I could hear my  dad, imitating what she says. Thinking  he's doing that just to listen if I'm  trying to call someone.<br />
<br />
So I say, "we're going to have to kill  him." and I get out this hammer thing  and we're just standing there and he's  standing there and ahh... <br />
<br />
For some reason he just left, he said  he wanted proof we were really his kids  and just left.<br />
<br />
I woke up and for a split second, I  really feared he was still alive. I  hadn't felt that fear since like the  last 2 weeks he was still alive. Having  to be so afraid, wishing that the  yelling would just stop and he would  just die.<br />
<br />
<br />
On the plus side today, I found a  setting on my camera that will let me  take photos of the stars. Hourrah.<br />
<br />
Oh! And Adam emailed me. He said he  missed talking to me, and that was only  after a day of not speaking to one and  other... mmm...  *smiles. It feels  weird to smile again. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Hi.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 18:35:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm going to kill myself tomorrow. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Today is Valentine's Day</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2005 13:04:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is the first Valentine's Day that  I don't feel depressed.<br />
<br />
Today being that oh-so-special day,  I've decided to take Valentine's Day  related pictures. <br />
<br />
<br />
WHEEEEE! I'm tired. I thought it was  Friday but it's Monday. That made me  sad like woah <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />.<br />
<br />
<br />
OoOOOOooo I forgot to wish everyone  a...<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Fab-uuuu-louuuus</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 21:50:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tonight was wonderful. Adam is oh so  cute, I squished his face tonight on  the bus.... oh so cute.<br />
<br />
Ok well first, Chinese New Year was  boring.  <br />
<br />
Then Adam, Josh, and Steve came calling  on me and so we just went looking for  pot and then went to Adam's and then I  watched them be cheaper drunks than me  lol.<br />
<br />
Poor Adam... lol. He's so funny when  he's drunk. I regret not bringing my  camera. We were gonna go to the  Underground and I didn't wanna bring my  coat so I didn't bring my camera.  Adam  was so hilarious. <br />
<br />
Then we went to Mc Donalds to get him  something to eat and we ended up  spending almost an hour there. And then  we get this guy Alex to come with us  and he brings more alcohol. Of course I  didn't drink because I just don't  anymore. <br />
<br />
*pats self on back*<br />
<br />
We get to the underground at like...  11:30? LOL a little late yes but there  was police there and Adam was drunk so  we stayed away for his safety. We turn  around and get back on the bus. <br />
<br />
Mmmm... Adam... teeheee.. so cute lol.<br />
<br />
Monday should be good lol. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Oh My Goodness</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 11:34:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Erik dyed his hair black, at least I  think he did.  Those photos I saw must  be new. But... ahh.. it's sad. I liked  his dirty blonde emo hair. It was so...  not black lol. <br />
<br />
Le Sigh.<br />
<br />
<br />
Erik cancelled our plans for tomorrow.  He's hanging out with his mum. I wish  everyone's excuse for cancelling plans  was that they were hanging out with  their mums or grandmas.<br />
<br />
Oh well, there's always next weekend.  Until then, I will just dream of those  soft kisses he gives.<br />
<br />
Let's see.. what else is new. Oh yes.  Today is Chinese New Year. All of my  family will be over. Mmm... best part  of today is that I get to eat pot  stickers. Mmmm... yum. ]]></description>
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                <title>Tomorrow's another day...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 15:26:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ergh... I'm having a bad bad bad day  today and so that means I'm very  grumpy. <br />
<br />
It's all nice and beautiful out so I go  downtown after school to take photos.  Lalalalala... taking a few photos I had  to stand under melting icicles... my  hair turns to icicles without knowing  it which causes people to stare. I turn  the corner and I walked slowly, knowing  the back of my mind that even if I do  walk slow, I'll still fall, which I did  end up doing. Then I go to the  underground parking lot, hoping to get  a ride home with my mum but she's not  even there. So I took a bus home and  I'm hoping to eat since I hadn't in  almost 24 hours but they're in the  kitchen washing the floors. I couldn't  even get in there. So now I'm grumpy,  hungry, tired, me gots a headache.. but  more grumpy then anything. My photos  will have to be put on hold. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Frozen</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2005 15:38:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's freezing....<br />
<br />
<br />
My teeth are chattering and for some  reason my right thumb is going numb.  Only the right.<br />
<br />
I wish Raeg was here, snugglies under a  blanket sounds really good right about  how.<br />
<br />
We rented 5 movies tonight, Lost in  Translation, The Grudge, Terminal, Kill  Bill, and Anger Management (weirdest  thing my mum has ever picked out).<br />
<br />
I can't wait till my sister goes  upstairs. She's been on the couch for a  while and I want to laydown. The only  dvd player is the computer and my  playstation. If only we'd get a normal  one, then I could take my ps2 to my  room.<br />
<br />
<br />
Brrrrrrr <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
SOMEONE PLEASE BE MY MODEL.<br />
<br />
Today I tried taking photos of myself  in the fog but my camera will only  allow a 10 second timer, well that or 2  seconds. So I'd place my camera down on  a box and then runaway! lol. It was  funny. I can only run so far in the  snow in 10 seconds.<br />
<br />
And then...<br />
my camera died. <br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>d-e-d. dead.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2005 22:46:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's 12:47 am.<br />
<br />
It's dark, it's cold, Kenny's cover of  Engine by Neutral Milk Hotel is  playing.<br />
<br />
<br />
I don't feel good at all tonight and I  can't stop crying.<br />
<br />
If kenny reads that he'll probably tell  me I'm pathetic or lame. We both know  those words aren't hard for him to use  on me.<br />
<br />
<br />
Engine keeps playing, switching between  the original and Kenny's cover.<br />
<br />
<br />
I feel like I'm 13 again. Sit at home,  everynight, cry, wish I were someone  else, instead of being depressed.<br />
<br />
Reminds me of the time I sat in my room  in the dark that one whole summer and  my parents just said I was lazy and  fat.<br />
<br />
<br />
I think I'm crying tonight because I've  been avoiding everything and it's built  up so much it had to come out at some  point.<br />
<br />
<br />
I've been alive 6002 days, I regret  everything I did 5992 of those days.<br />
<br />
I do not regret the day I slept with  Erik. That day I felt truly beautiful.  He made me feel like I wasn't just some  fat freak.<br />
<br />
I do not regret the day, I bought that  christmas hole punch thing. It was  $5.00. Best investment I ever made and  I did it in grade 3.<br />
<br />
I do not regret the day I made another  silly note to a person on Faceparty  because today, that person keeps me  sane.<br />
<br />
I do not regret the day I coloured on  Chris Smith's paper, which caused him  chase me around the table and kick me  and make me cry. That was the beginning  of our long friendship before we  changed and seperated.<br />
<br />
I do not regret the day Kenny and I  masturbated while on the phone  together, I got off 8 times that night.  That's the only time something like  that has happened to me.<br />
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I do not regret the day I had alcohol  poisoning. I've learned my lesson.<br />
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I do not regret the day I joined  DeviantArt. I would not have met Raeg  or Brandon without it. I would not have  seen so much beauty all in one place.<br />
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I do not regret the day I mispelled  Fatima's email address and found Trigg  instead. He's a true friend that hasn't  just disappeared on me.<br />
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I do not regret the day I punched Shane  because he said I was a bitch like  every other girl. There were alot of  slutty teenage crack whore bitches and  I know I was not one of them. Punching  him let a years worth of agression out.<br />
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I do not regret the day I met Kenny.  Without him, I would never have found  Neutral Milk Hotel. Without Neutral  Milk hotel I never would've been able  to say I was listening to them. Without  being able to say I was listening to  them, I never would've got a message  from Imogen Heap.<br />
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It's 1:50 am. ]]></description>
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                <title>Today is Mother's Day</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2005 15:40:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hehe I kinda just wrote a subject and  pressed Enter... oops.<br />
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oh well.<br />
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It's not really Mother's Day but I just  like to say that everytime I say the  word "today".<br />
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Hmmm... I got my marks and I failed 2  classes, Math was no surprise, I got 5%  in that. But I failed that one business  class but he gave me a 50, because I  rule so I really only failed Math...  YAY.<br />
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Thennnn... I went to shoppers, then  downtown, then up the mountain, I was  indeed in search for fake eyelashes. I  did find some but the girl working  there was a bitch so I didn't buy them.  <br />
Stupid girl = NO SALE<br />
I really wanted them too but oh well.  I'm sure I can get some really flashy  hooker ones in Toronto. <br />
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I was going to go to Toronto today but  I decided today will be a day of rest.  I also didn't feel like going to  Toronto by myself again. I'm fine going  by myself but lately... I just feel  lonely. I'm going to wait until Dan  puts his ribs back in place, then I'll  make him go with me. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Heeeey Yowza</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 11:57:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Benny rules, because he just said  "yowza".<br />
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Anyways, I'm just bored, and thought  "Hey, I'll just write nothingness in  this journal"<br />
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<br />
Lastnight I had a dream that I was at a  party except it was in a movie theatre  or opera or something... and we were  all drunk and Mear was all, "wanna make  out" and I was all "yeah". So yah that  happened and I left for a second and I  saw Sam and Michelle and asked them if  they wanted to make out too lol and so  they went back to Mear and I started  inviting all these people to join our  makeout orgy and then I was downstairs  and no one was around. I couldn't find  anyone. So I was left by myself, no  makeout orgy for me <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />.<br />
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Lalalalala. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>finally</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2005 20:28:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I finally sorted through the scraps and  deviations, man.. i had alot of scraps.<br />
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<br />
There's a new scrap, but don't look!<br />
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Unless I don't know you, then its okay.<br />
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I have an exam tomorrow, but I'm  waiting for a boy to install  something.. then I'll go study.<br />
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This boy asked me out to dinner, but  first he suggested bowling (that was  hilarious) but I said no to that, it's  too far and this boy's family is in the  mafia in Hamilton, whoo! Isn't that  nice? ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Torn</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2005 12:31:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Finally... took me fucking forever to  take these picture...<br />
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<br />
Over 100 shots just to get the focus on  the god damned condom and to get the  right angle. I'm not completely  satisfied with the final product but my  arms are tired and my back hurts.<br />
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There's 2 photos I like and I like  black and white but I also like  colour...<br />
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<br />
I'm so toooooooooorn. I like that song.  It's a good song.<br />
Though I'm not currently listening to  it.<br />
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Currently Listening To: Sic Transit  Gloria...Glory Fades biotch.<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
ergh. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
I have a headache. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>snow = one sad katelyn</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 15:50:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ More sad than deleting all of my  messages...<br />
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<br />
3 feet of snow? That's more than half  my body.<br />
<br />
<br />
I went out today and almost died.  The  snow was going  ajdfjaljwhoooooooooooooshEErrrrrI..Sssss uuuuuuukfkjdsal;ffal;sdfjka.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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<br />
Blah. I didn't even get any good  photos.<br />
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<br />
Then I still have to do that torn  thing... I have an idea but I'm not  sure how good it'll turn out.<br />
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I'm still deciding.<br />
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<br />
<br />
*dies ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>sad :(</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2005 19:40:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I deleted all of my messages again <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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<br />
blaaaaaaargh....<br />
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<br />
I had new ones this time too and now  I'm sad <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />.<br />
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Brandon, fix iiiiiiiiiiit ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>LOOK OUT</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2005 03:37:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was just watching the news with my  sister about this guy who robbed that  max store along king street i think and  this is the profile they gave lol....<br />
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5'8 <br />
<br />
130 lbs<br />
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skinny build<br />
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wearing a burgandy jacket<br />
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facial hair<br />
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dark hooded sweatshirt<br />
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LONG KNIFE<br />
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lol... that long knife part... oh  man... that was some good stuff. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>This Is How Much I Smell</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2005 21:14:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Eatshit2 has 763 pageviews total and  her 137 deviations were viewed 2,226  times. She watches 25 people, while 24  people watch her.<br />
<br />
Overall, her deviations received 384  comments and were added to deviants'  favourites 39 times, while she  commented 421 times, making about 1.28  comments per day since she joined DA.  This means that she gave 11 comments  for every 10 that she received.<br />
<br />
Her deviation with the most comments is  The Bus with 34 comments, receiving an  average of 2.42 per day in the first 2  weeks, and it is also her most  favourited, with 12 favourites,  averaging 0.85 per day in the first 2  weeks. Her most viewed deviation is  original fancy pants with 130 views.<br />
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1 favourite was given for every 10  comments.<br />
<br />
Every 2.3 days she uploads a new  deviation, and it's usually on a  Saturday, with 40 (29%) of her  deviations.<br />
<br />
Her busiest month was January 2005 with  57 (42%) of her deviations.<br />
<br />
The majority of her deviations are  uploaded to the Photography gallery  (96), while her favourite category was  Art Photography > Miscellaneous with 21  deviations.<br />
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Comments per deviation: 2.8<br />
Favourites per deviation: 0.28<br />
Views per deviation: 16.24<br />
Comments per day: 1.17<br />
Favourites per day: 0.11<br />
Views per day: 6.8<br />
Pageviews per day: 2.33 ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>Eeeek</title>
                <link>http://Eatshit2.deviantart.com/journal/4217102/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 23:52:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ That's the first time since I first  joined deviantart that I've changed my  featured deviation.<br />
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<br />
It's quite sad but since that's the  very first time I've gotten such  response on a picture I took, I decided  to change it to that.<br />
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Hourray?!<br />
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<br />
I smell. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>eeep</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 21:57:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sorry to the people who are dev.  watching me for filling up your message  centre thingie.<br />
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i was in my artistic groove. i haven't  been in my groove for a very long time. ]]></description>
                <author>~Eatshit2</author>
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                <title>blargh</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2004 00:29:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my gallery is pissing me off. <br />
<br />
and i have gas.<br />
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<br />
i've only been eating cheese and  crackers the passed few days.<br />
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<br />
i have to wake up in 6 hours to go  boxing day shopping.<br />
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<br />
i married an axe murder is on. i used  to love that movie when i was a kid.<br />
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<br />
i have gas. ]]></description>
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