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                <title>I'M BACK!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 21:41:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hey you crazy deviant world.  I have finally gotten back in the swing of things, and though i'll be really busy with my double major and double minor in the next 4-5 years, i fully plan on doing my best to actually post stuff and look at all the great work on this site.  well, that's all i guess.  have a fantabulous fall all!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~HighNoteJunkie</author>
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                <title>YouTube Debut</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 14:07:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, i performed at our school's talent show recently and a friend of mine taped my act for me and i posted it on youtube.  so if anyone wants to see it, it's not horribly awful!  it is a little blurry to start with, but it gets better...<br /><br /><br />EDIT: the link didn't really work, but if you go to youtube and look up "hotemper21" "out of love" and it should come up!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~HighNoteJunkie</author>
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                <title>I HATE SNOW!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 07:21:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok, so i just got tired of looking at the shootings journal.  but i do hate snow!  especially when a ton drops overnight and yet there is no snow day, as far as i'm concerned, that is the only thing that snow is good for.<br /><br />so, ok, update on my life i guess.  in the past two months i have:<br /><br />gotten in a car accident (don't worry, i didn't get hurt)<br /><br />turned 18 (same day as the car accident)<br /><br />smashed a marijuana pipe, belonging to my ex, with my best friend's dad's crowbar (and it felt good!!!)<br /><br />kicked ass at our school's talent show<br /><br />went on a cruise to the Bahamas<br /><br />and various other things that will most likely be added in here when i have time.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Omaha Shooting Reflections</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 20:09:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wow.  this still hardly seems real.  did you know was virtually impossible to use your cell phone in Omaha today?  so mny people were calling the people they knew to make sure they're ok.  Isn't that great?  yeah, the shootings are horrible.  but at the same time, look at how people have reacted...my family recieved calls from relatives all over the country asking if we are ok.  they didn't even call for Thanksgiving! it's pretty funny actually... it reminds me kind of how a lot of people see God.  now i'm not a really religious person, but i was raised Roman Catholic for all of the almost 18 years of my life, so i have had time to observe some things.  Like how the time when a "believer" is most likely to call on god is when something bad happens.  People who haven't been to church in a year will drop to their knees and remember that God exists in a second if something horrible is happening to them.  But when life is going well, who thinks to give thanks?  not many.  well, it's kind of hte same with people now.  they are shocked by the fact that people have been killed by other people, but they're also excited and curious.  so, whether they are genuinely concerned for your safety (because of course of the thousands of people in Omaha, their relative must be one of te eight who died), or they just want a firsthand account, people always come out of the woodwork when disaster strikes.  i pose a question...did anyone call the house of hte person who did it? did anyone bother to check up on him/her, to see if they were all right?  people do things like this for a reason.  maybe if one person had bothered to say good morning once in a while the poor guy wouldn't have felt the need to kill others and himself in a public place.  it's scary to think, i could have met this person.  i could have been one more person that considered him/her invisible.  kind of makes you notice things, doesn't it?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>$42,000 Scholarship!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 16:11:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just found out that not only was i accepted to Nebraska Wesleyan University, but i will recieve a Board of Governor's Scholarship upon attending!  $42000!!! and thats just for my ACTs!  i auditioned for music scholarships as well, but haven't heard back yet... still, very excited!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Alleluia!!!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 13:36:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i did it. i broke free.  i've been ever so slightly depressed since like, April, and this weekend i became happy again.  it's so difficult to explain.  it was like a part of me left when Adam decided he didn't love me and it just wasn't going to come back, but this weekend i didn't think about him longingly once, i didn't feel like crying, except in a good way, and i laughed more than i have in months.  i feel uplifted.  ecstatic.  it's so difficult to describe.  you know that nauseated feeling you get when someone you really love is with someone else and you hear about it?  like you want to throw up all the food you were too nauseated to eat before?  well, i just thought of my ex doing who knows what with that chick who slept over at his house two weeks ago and didn't feel it.  it's like it wasn't attached to me at all!!!  what happened this weekend that made me better so miraculously?  well, i went to the Nebraska All-State Chorus and discovered that i have the ability to be attracted to someone else.  it's been so long since i've liked anyone like that other than Adam.  i mean, two years is a long time to be so attached to someone, it felt like it would be misery for me forever.  well, i grinned all day today, and i'd like to thank whatever higher power there is for exposing me to this amazing person, because even if he isn't attracted to me at all, just knowing that i CAN move on is worth everything to me.  now i only wish he didn't live so far away... and that i had the courage to say something.  but that doesn't even matter to me right now. all that matters is that i'm back and i'm ready to believe in love again.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Camera settings...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 08:34:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok, so i had to take pictures at this hayrack ride thing for school because i'm the historian for the group, but seeing as i have to camera anymore, i borrowed my mother's brand new olympus (oh what a sweet peice of goods!!!)  and tried out a whole bunch of settings.  i got some great pictures, which will be posted when i'm done withthe musical at our school, but i also got some confusing results that i was hoping someon could explain to me.  <br />
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When i put the camera on the night portrait setting and then took pictures of people around the bonfire, overlays of fire were randomly placed in the picture usually in the vicinity of the person's head.  Why did this happen?  i mean it looks pretty frickin cool, but i just don't understand how a fire that isn't in the shot can find it's way into the picture...<br />
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curiously awaiting response.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Murder Confession</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 13:49:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm guilty.  i admit it.  i did it.  i killed my camera.  but it was an accident i swear.  as though i could ever intentionally hurt a peice of electronic equipment.  ok, other than that one time with the unruly CD player.  yes, and that other time with the VCR.  but aside from those times, i swear, i couldn't hurt a thing!  i mean, who means to drown their digital camera?!?!  i mean, when one's waterbottle leaks in one's purse without one's knowledge, it can't really be called one's fault.  Still, i know, the fact of the matter is, i killed my camera and i shall miss it dearly.  We've been through a lot together that camera and i.  That photography camp in Milwaukee...the 25 day tour across Europe...hours of personal pics without complaining...zoo trips...dances...football games...  I shall miss you indeed dear friend.  Even if i did say i wanted a new one, that never meant that i would have chosen this end for you.  <br />
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A thousand sincere goodbyes from a cold-blooded killer.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>so confused...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:16:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sometimes i just don't understand <br />
why people do the hateful things that they do.<br />
why they say the hurtful things that they say,<br />
why they tell the horrible lies that they tell,<br />
why they feel the need to hide from those who care most about them and hold important things back.<br />
<br />
these are mostly general observations about people in relationships (so basically everyone), but they sprung from a recent experience.<br />
<br />
i've been struck speechless today. which is really fucking hard to do.  i discovered something that i never knew or suspected and it took me by surprise.  the person who did it didn't want me to know and i didn't understand until i finally read all of the entry on here.  i can't believe that he felt the way that he described, or even that he described it in any way at all.  i can't believe he views his romantic future the way that he does. <br />
<br />
i feel like i don't know his at all.  how could i not know these simple things about him?<br />
<br />
after more than two years...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Meaning of Rain</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 20:55:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ driving down the street...<br />
windows down<br />
getting soaked<br />
as i listen to the rhythm of the rain...<br />
<br />
yeah, actually felt that a few days ago.  i can't help it, i just love warm rain.<br />
<br />
i decided i'm going to tell the story of my favorite rainstorm of all time.  it was the hottest part of summer, probably july, a few years ago.  one minute the sun was baring down like an interrogator's lightbulb and the next hot little droplets of water were falling from the sky.  sitting on the ground, watching the street, i witnessed one of the rarest phenomenon of our world.  the rain would fall, but would never make it to the ground.  it fully evaporated about a foot from the ground, so it never got wet.  i have actually seen raindrops disappear into thin air.  i have never been so moved by nature in my life, and i'm moved by nature A LOT.  i feel privileged and wanted to share the experience.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Life</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 15:56:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well.  I have determined, over the past two weeks, that life is not only not fair, it's mean.  I have had almost every aspect of my life twisted, broken, hastily mended only to be broken again, smashed, misunderstood, stressed, torn, or eaten alive and regurgitated.  I have hit the breaking point so many times, i have to believe that i can no longer heal.<br />
<br />
does anyone else out there know what it's like to be told by your parents that you're a slut, they aren't paying for college, and that if you continue on the path you are on, you're going to hell?<br />
<br />
and then you find out your boyfriend of a year and a half has betrayed your trust for almost a year, but when you try to break up with him, you can't because you still love him too much.  How about that?  anyone know what i'm feeling?  <br />
<br />
how about getting 5 overdrafts on your account, then going to prom without said boyfriend of a year and a half and watching all the couples dance before getting your purse (containing your cell phone, debit card, driver's license, and you keys) stolen and hidden in the men's room on the second floor until the next day?<br />
<br />
how about breaking down sobbing to the point where your voice is gone and you can no longer speak?  feeling like nothing is resolved and your whole life is being whisked from under you with nothing to replace your previous support system.<br />
<br />
now, who can say that (and more not mentioned) all happened to them in a span of two weeks?<br />
<br />
the worst part of all this is, i'm a well behaved individual.  i have had straight A's my entire life in honors and AP classes, i'm in National Honor Society, <br />
<br />
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ug, interupted, will continue later.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~HighNoteJunkie</author>
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                <title>Anniversary</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 10:31:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok, forgot to mention this in the last journal, yesterday was my 1 1/2 year anniversary with my boyfriend.  he brought me 18 red roses.  one for every month we had been going out.  so, i just wanted to declare to the world how much I LOVE ADAM VAN DEWALLE!!!!!!<br />
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ok, i'm done.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Spring Break!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 10:29:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm leaving for Houston on Thursday for a college visit, and you can bet i'll be taking LOADS of pictures.  One of the last times i went to <br />
Texas i took 7 ROLLS of film, so i'll be piling on the deviations most likely.  <br />
<br />
we're going for a visit to Rice University and the Shepard School of Music, so if anyone actually gose there (unlikely) then send me a note or something.  Anyway, i'm psyched to go and be WARM!!!!  but, sad i can't get on and feed my addiction.  Oh, how i will miss thee deviantart...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I'm New At This...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 13:54:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ okay, so most of the people who would actually read this know that i am new to the sight.  so, i figure i will share a few choice tidbits about myself.<br />
<br />
First, i'm not (normally) a photography nut.  If anything, my chosen art is music.  i'm actually currently trying to figure out how i could record some stuff and post it here.  that also explains the name by the way.  i'm a first soprano, so high notes are what get me high. (pardon the redundancy)  i'm actually very interested in writing as well, but rarely find the way out of my nearly constant writer's block.  So, i may post some stuff that i've done in the past to get my brain going a little. Anyway, point being, i've only become entranced with the use of a camera since my month-long trip to Europe this summer.  That also helps to explain how i managed to post so many deviations at one time.  I actually ended up taking close to 900 pictures while i was there (and that isn't even including video).  i merely chose some of the better ones to post.<br />
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Second, i have given in to not typing capital "i" s.  i feel it is a waste of time, and i admit to being spoiled by microsoft word, so chances are, if i post any writing, i'll be pulling an e.e. cummings.<br />
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Third, i'm mostly here to view the amazing stuff that y'all put on your sites.  Wow, it is most impressive.  as it is, i can barely crop a picture in Photoshop let alone mess with it.  i wish i could learn though...<br />
<br />
which brigns me to fourth, i am computer illiterate.  i fought the computer and the computer won.  it practically uses me.  i can use a word processor, powerpoint, and the photo printing program that goes with my PictureMate photo lab printer, and that is about it.  so, if i have no clue about some stuff, forgive me please.<br />
<br />
now, i know this is supposed to be a journal entry, so i shouldn't be announcing stuff, but as this is the first entry, and i'm new to the sight, i feel that i should cover hte bases.<br />
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great talking to ya.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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