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                <title>Stuff.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 20:05:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Haven't updated. Sick of seeing that stupid game up.<br />Kicking off the first stages of Evil Brand.<br />I have Live Journal for real updates.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Stuff.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 20:05:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Haven't updated. Sick of seeing that stupid game up.<br />Kicking off the first stages of Evil Brand.<br />I have Live Journal for real updates.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>Love these games.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 01:59:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<br />
RULES:<br />
1. Put your music player on shuffle.<br />
2. Press forward for each question.<br />
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnÂt make sense. NO CHEATING!<br />
4. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.<br />
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Q: How are you feeling today?<br />
A: Mr Brightside- the Killers<br />
Gee, I'm kinda torn here. I could say it's completely accurate. Would that be revealing too much? The title is spot on. The song is none of your busness.<br />
<br />
Q: Will you get far in life?<br />
A: Float On- Modest Mouse<br />
We'll all float on okay. No worries. Maybe I will, maybe I'll stay home. I'll just flow like water.<br />
<br />
Q: How do your friends see you?<br />
A: Alternative Polka- Weird Al Yankovich<br />
The title kinda fits how my friends see me. Different, but fun<br />
<br />
Q: Will you get married?<br />
A: You Make Me- Weird Al Yankovich<br />
She'll probably have to propose. I know I want to at some point<br />
<br />
Q: What is your best friend's theme song?<br />
A: Synphony No. 9 (Scherzo) -Beethoven<br />
I don't know anyone who this would fit<br />
<br />
Q: What is the story of your life?<br />
A: Alchohol- Bare Naked Ladies<br />
HA! Yeah, I wish I could say this. I haven't drank much since I left WVU.<br />
<br />
Q: What was high school like?<br />
A: Good Old Mountain Dew- Grandpa Jones<br />
In my dreams. I should've been born in WV.<br />
<br />
Q: How can you get ahead in life?<br />
A: Highway Blues- Speakin' Out<br />
Think this was a demo track on my computer. Dunno how that got mixed in.<br />
<br />
Q: What is the best thing about your friends?<br />
A: Happy Birthday- Weird Al Yankovic<br />
They all love birthdays. I hate mine. Thank you all so much for ignoring mine.<br />
<br />
Q: What is in store for this weekend?<br />
A: Liquor Store- Less Than Jake.<br />
Sounds good to me. Anyone wanna make a run?<br />
<br />
Q: To describe your grandparents?<br />
A: This song is just six words long<br />
NOT A CHANCE! All of them are/were long winded and hard of hearing.<br />
<br />
Q: How is your life going?<br />
A: Canadian Idiot- Weird Al Yankovich<br />
<br />
<br />
Q: What song will they play at your funeral?<br />
A: Everything you know is wrong- Weird Al Yankovic<br />
Best that we all go gently ino that good night. I know I've made my mark on the world.<br />
<br />
Q: How does the world see you?<br />
A: Johnny Quest Thinks We're Sellouts- Less Than Jake<br />
BULLSHIT! One day those heritics will see!<br />
<br />
Q: Will you have a happy life?<br />
A: Sadness- Enigma (Extended trance mix)<br />
Apparently not... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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Q: What do your friends really think of you?<br />
A: Clint Eastwood- Del tha Funkee Homosapien/Gorillaz<br />
I'm so not a cowboy, despite the hat<br />
<br />
Q: Do people secretly lust after you?<br />
A: Hardware Store- Weird Al Yankovic<br />
Either this is saying someone is waiting for me to open up and accept them into their heart or it's saying I'm a tool and shouldn't read into these things.<br />
<br />
Q: How can I make myself happy?<br />
A: Stuck in a Closet with Vanna White- Weird Al Yankovic<br />
non-sequetor dreams always make me happy<br />
<br />
Q: What should you do with your life?<br />
A: 19-2000 [Soul Child Remix]- Gorillaz<br />
I should choose my own music and get the cool shoe shine.<br />
<br />
Q: Will you ever have children?<br />
A: The Weird Al Show Theme<br />
Hampsters are like children....<br />
<br />
I'm suprised White and Nerdy never came up for any of these questions. Go fig.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>day</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 18:03:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuck being 25<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>day</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 18:02:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuck being 25<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Please let me pass...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 11:54:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In a class that I thought I would be able to catch up in. It was so simple to start out with. It just launched into mission impossible. From 5-7 pm I slept on a broken chair on the floor of my friends' apartment. I am two weeks behind on this assignment and everyone else has their characters in Unreal and are editing them. I swear, if it were a sandwich I'd get the bread stuck in my ears. I am so incompetent at doing the simplest tasks it makes me sick!<br />
Not as productive as I wanted to be last night, but better than any other Up All Night. Played a nice game of D&D, got my work done, and still had enough time to bullshit with my friends. We watched you tube and flash videos for a while. I was happy for a while.<br />
Then they left. I was lonely. What was I supposed to do?<br />
Seriously, what do I do? I thought if I just be myself and I could pass for a lovable person. There must be something wrong with me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I'm too old for this</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 22:43:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm at up all night working on some project.  Got a song running through my head and I'm already crashing from my caffeine high. I haven't written in this journal since I started a word document of my personal thoughts, but since that is at home, I thought I'd submit to public display of emotion. It's not like anyone reads my journal, anyway, and I can be as cryptic as I want about she who owns my heart. My muse is being rather finicky this quarter, but I believe she has finally given me the inspiration I need to finish the quarter up. I am fairly certain my production team mates are hating me for not having what I needed done for today.  I deserve it. I really dropped the ball. My only hope is I can pick it up and score in time.<br />
<br />
Back on the subject of love, I found myself in the section of pain that comes from unrequited love.  She who owns my heart is devoted to another and the two of them are quite content. In turn, I must be happy.  The pain is only so much that it brings me joy to see her smile, laugh, and talk about her love. Can I be honest with myself? Can't I accept that she cannot love me yet? No. But I will in time.  These things take time, and I should not worry about being seen as just some creep who watches her from a distance. I'm not that guy. I sincerely love her and would do anything to make her happy.<br />
It's an idolatry, really. I found that I cannot reach her, so I have risen her to a place so far beyond my reach that I can justify loving her. She has inspired greatness in my work. I want to create for her.  <br />
My birthday's on Wednesday. I'll be 25. I plan on taking a walk, working, and going to bed when I get home around 11.<br />
What do I want for my birthday? That which I can never have. And I'm still happy that I won't get it. <br />
<br />
I love you for the joy you bring<br />
I love you for the song you sing<br />
I love you and your baby blues<br />
I even love your tennis shoes<br />
Though recently you've worn flip-flops<br />
I dropped the beat, I'm sorry,<br />
No, don't worry I'll get it.<br />
Gimme a minute<br />
Wait<br />
Wait...<br />
...<br />
Dangit, what was I talking about?<br />
Screw it, you want to get some pizza?<br />
Okay, maybe next time, but I'm frickin starving.<br />
You leave first, okay?<br />
No, I'm not gonna stare at your ass! lolz<br />
...<br />
I just said lolz, didn't I?<br />
I'll leave first<br />
*curses to self and hits head*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>Enough of That</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 21:01:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Had to bump that last emo entry. Hate it when I get like that. I'll just stick with the love emoticon for a while. I'm always in love. Love keeps me going. Love is my muse.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>all i can think of</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 09:44:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can see people pair off, the way people tend to do. It's not enough to know what I want. I'm never what she wants. It's not enough to know the game. I am unable or unwilling to play it. It's not enough to be the one. She always chooses the other. Nobody wants to be alone. somebody is still waiting for you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>Crowded Room</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 20:37:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here I stand in a crowded room. <br />
I know everyone there. We are very close. <br />
Infinity is between us.<br />
No one is leaving<br />
I want to be close to someone.<br />
Give me some space.<br />
someone please shut up and talk to me<br />
I'm so far away from anyone<br />
infinity is closing in.<br />
This is not a poem. I really need to talk to someone. I really need someone to be there for me right now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 13:48:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, tonight is up all night. I will be spending the majority of the time REDOING MY %$^%ING SKIN AGAIN!!!<br />
It's not like I didn't try to ask what I was doing wrong. I've been asking everyone I know about this, reading up on the subject. Apparently no one knows about putting the mesh smooth on last. Then my teacher sees it and looks at me like I'm a total idiot. This past week has been getting to me slowly. <br />
Just stick a fork in my head and twist. <br />
I will not fail this class. EVER! Okay, I can do this. Be strong. I have a week to do a ten second animation. Gotta get ready for up all night.<br />
-idaho<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>Artistic Ways</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 06:36:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a short breakthrough close to the end of my shift last night. Someone had left a paper cutout of martin luther king's head near the copiers. I suddenly felt the urge to tape it to a pencil and make a puppet show. With in the hour I had made an all star cast consisting of Dread Pirate Martin Luther King, Zoro Hitler, Pikachu, Anne Franke, and a chicken. Apparently my muse was mute, because I only got as far as turning it into an abstract surrealist free-standing art piece that I set up on the front desk. Shortly after my lovely supervisor informed me that I'm crazy and the piece must be taken down.  I had failed to make any point with this art, but the piece served to remind me that action is the only course of action. <br />
<br />
Somehow, I know if Liz was there this would have gotten somewhere.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>About time</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 05:54:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Look at that. I posted finally. Apparently I only post when I am having some crisis with a beautiful woman that I am madly in love with. The kind that is so far beyond me that I can't possibly hope to be anything more than a friend. Well, it won't happen this time, by gonnit! Ain't no way I'm going to bitch some emo crap about about how I'll never be good enough for her. That just isn't what I'm about. This journal entry is only going to include a record of my experiences and emotions. That's all I have to say today.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>better</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 21:20:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ posted some sketches. just felt like showing off some stuff. Not like I have too much professional quality work done. Ah well, at least I'm back to even temper again. Kinda low on inspiration these past few weeks. Haven't seen my muse online at all. She's probably student teaching this quarter. <br />
<br />
My neice was born yesterday. Emilia Jade. 7.14 lbs, 19 inches. Ten fingers, ten toes. And cute as a button. She's my little ninja. I'm getting her sai when she turns 10. Meanwhile, my nephew is jeolous that I'm still calling him Kender. He wants to be the ninja. He's three years, hyperactive, nebby, wide eyed, pointy eared, and attracted to shiney objects.  Kids are just adorable. ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>skip the trio, onto the coda</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 14:43:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, that's the end of that. I love the efficiency of my crushes as I get older. No more months of silent infatuation. I can go through the stages in a week and be done with it. Spent the afternoon surrounded by emo or goth. I really don't care which they were. Just enough opposing evergy to throw my ki off and I'm back to stable by tomorrow morning. If I get my homework done by tonight. And considering I'm at work, probably not. So, I estimate a dip tomorrow followed by an extended lag until thursday.  fun times. not really ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>Prelude to a Crush</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 05:54:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So how about women? I haven't seen to many these days. I seem to only have eyes for this one. Isn't that feeling when you first start crushing wonderful.  I wanted to go out to lunch the other day, but hen she walked in the room and I decided to spend my hour in her glory. Dunno if I was oggling. Dunno if I sounded like a fool. Hope I didn't make her uncomfortable, but other than that, don't care. She is one beauty who cannot be described by any one word in the english language. I am sure there is one in Yiddish that comes close. She's fundimentally flawed, obsesive, quirky, hyper-active busybody, in a matter of personal oppinion, she's perfect. Sure, I barely know her. Yet, the more I learn about her the more she fascinates me. <br />
Pity me. Pity the euphoric spaz. Weep that he knows love unaquitted. Bleed tears that joy poors from his every oraface. Despair that he knew you not an eternity before, my angel, my muse, my goddess of svelte. ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 15:09:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "I will not be oppressed by goverment mandated snack time!" <a href="http://-www.somethingpositive.net">[link]</a><br />
<br />
Randy Milholland, your drawings a lackluster and your story archs flat, but damn if you don't give the best quotables on the internet. ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>lost it</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 14:31:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, I lost it. Completely dropped the ball. I don't even care, anymore.  I was trying to get a ride home from my sister and now I can't go back home.  Can't talk to her, cause all she knows is contempt for me.  I try to do what I can to help her out.  This is what a family is about, right?  Two women bleed you of every shread of your human dignity until there is nothing left of you but a bloody sack of water that slumps around the basement doing whatever they need done around the house.  There's no love left in this family. There used to be alot.  But now, law and curtasy has turned the matriarchy into a nazi regime that is prejudice against Idaho.   Everything is my falt.  There's no question about it.  I should have taught myself how to drive. I should have raised myself and taught myself how to loose weight and talk to women.  I should have graduated from WVU a year ago and be enjoying my high paying teaching job that wasn't going to exist... what was I talking about...? This is stupid.  This is not a healthy way to deal with my problems. ]]></description>
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                <title>enough finals and disappointment</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 11:41:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, sometimes, you think you have it. Things are going great.  You have the perfect chance to ask the perfect girl out. Then you wake up and realize there's no chance in hell.  No, it's just me. I'm an idiot. I had to fall for another girl who is involved.  I'm never going to find someone.  It's a wonder I'm able to get myself up in the morning.  So, what now?  I really can think of no plan to keep myself motivated.  I have one final left in Physics.  I really want to just skip it and the project.  I am emotionally dead right now... Why the hell can't I think of anything to write when I'm like this? I have so much to express, yet I don't know what I can say to make my situation better... she has a boyfriend... so I'm out.  <br />
What difference does it make? It wouldn't have worked out, anyway.  She's too perfect for me.  <br />
<br />
Something wants me to make a conclusion to this entry. Like, it's fricking prose or something... You know what, I'm annoying myself and pissing myself off.  I'm just going to cry myself through this last final. ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <title>FINALS!! ARRGH!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 09:00:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm waiting for the shuttle yesterday, I'm telling my mom this story. Suddenly my eyes hit this fine chica across the street and they stick like a chicken patty on a cafeteria ceiling.  Right in the middle of the story.  My mouth wants to finish, but my eyes have been jammed on autopiolet.  So I continue to tell my story while I'm checking out this girl and well into my mother changing the subject.  I can hear her just fine, but she thinks I'm tuning her out.  This morning she asked if I was mad at her or something. I told her I was "I was listening. I was checking out this girl across the street, but I was listening." She calls me wierd.  Believe me, if you saw this girl, you's understand. Yes, she looks good close up, too. And quite an interesting conversationalist. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />
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Been doing finals all week. Had a 6 page book report due monday. Bought the book for it sunday night.  Pretty easy read. Finished with time to spare.  Still have to do my physics paper on The Physics of Super Heroes.  That's just 4-6 pages.  And I'm going to add a few diagrams for good messure. ]]></description>
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                <title>not so hot today...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 11:39:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow, it's pretty hard to write a journal entry for me, isn't it?  Maybe it's cause I haven't been this depressed in a while.  Just no reason what-so-ever, just down in the dumps. That's not true. I have reason. I'm just embarassed to say that I can't express my feelings for a woman.  What am I, anyway?  I'm a man. I should be able to express my emotion in a safe, healthy, civilized manner.  Why am I directing everything inward? What is this force that's causing me to be Billy when Billy is supposed to be dead. I am Idaho, damnit!  *sigh* I find I'm having less reason to be Idaho. It was a name given to me by those who cared enough to give it.  That was 5 years ago. How many of them still remember me?  Does anyone even care? I took a look at the band photos for this year.  All my music major friends are graduating this year.  They'll go off and get teaching jobs and I'll never see them again.  I can't just keep starting over and forgetting the past.  I need to be Idaho.  And hell, if I choose to be Idaho, I should be the best damn Idaho I can be.  They didn't give me this name.  This name found me.  It's who I am and who I want others to see me as.  High school is gone. WVU is gone.  They are the past.  Art Instatute is now.  I am not going to screw this up just because of some people who don't exist anymore. <br />
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Right, and I did mention a girl earlier.  For once in my life I have the courage to ask a girl out. This is a feat for me.  The stress has been minimized.  This girl, very nice.  Incredibly beautiful and much stronger personality than most girls I have known.  I've asked her to dinner before. That went pretty well, I think.  A little pizza, a little talking, more of her talking, but she's incredibly interesting person.  And I'd really like to ask her out again, take her to dinner and a movie, this time, but I really don't have the money.  I'm really not sure what to do right now.  I see her in class from time to time, but that's mostly buisness and stuff.  I never really have a moment to tell her how I really feel.  <br />
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I do believe I've typed enough. This should be a adequate outlet for now.  Once more week to go.  I can collect myself over break and ask her out next quarter. Or maybe if I get my internet back at home I can talk to her online. Can't think of how to end this... oh well, no one'll read it, anyway.<br />
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-Idaho ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 14:18:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey! It's a journal! Look at that!  Thanks for pointing that out for me, ~<a href="http://rotzi.deviantart.com/">Rotzi</a>... now what do I talk about?  <br />
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Illumiating objects!  Been trying to learn it on 3d max 7. Gave up after a few hours... This a horribly uninteresting topic.<br />
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I hope no one has to read this. I'm far too tired to type anything ]]></description>
                <author>~Niklix-Broomsbane</author>
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