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                <title>The Factor</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:40:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So after ages of neglecting any artistic qualities I actually happened to have, I seem to have found a muse. I had a big think about WHY oh WHY I would push something that made me so happy, that opened up doors in my imagination and just felt "nice", to the back of my life. I finally realised it was all about self-acceptance and criticism. You're so afraid to fail or fall short of your ideal self that you never even bother to try. I know I'm probably never going to be as amazing as some of the FANTASTIC people that submit their work here, but I'm sure as hell going to try.  <br /><br />It took a long time to convince myself I didn't need the classes, the fancy pens, the expensive moleskines and all the other tit'n'tat that I thought were going to magically transmute me into my ideal artist. It's all bollocks. There's no reason for me (or anyone) to postpone creating. If it doesn't come out as you wanted, so what? Tear it up and make it a part of something new, something even better. Take the leap, keep trying, put down your thoughts and images into the physical world. Screw what you think anyone else will say or even what they actually do. Critics are overrated. <br /><br />In summary, the time is nigh to jump up and do what we never thought we could do.<br /><br />Lookout for some terrible sketches. Promise. <3<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Twirl</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:33:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm still alive. <br />Went back to America for five weeks. <br />Returned to the land of the Scots.<br />Desperately searching for a job. <br /><br /><3<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>A bird? A plane? No! A Vrai! She will save us all.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 07:21:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why hello there.<br />
<br />
It's been a fun last few months. Settling into the UK was easy as pie. I'm blissfully happy and quite content with how my life is going at the moment. This newfound bliss has given way to creativity. I have been painting, oh yes. Traditional stuff this time 'round. Complete with messy paint spills and 'rinsing water' that looks the colour of sewage by the end of my watercolour of the week.<br />
<br />
And lucky you. I'm going to share it here. <br />
<br />
I still need to research some lighting techniques so my works don't look horrible before I can get around to submitting. If anyone has any tips on how to photograph art with nothing but 'energy saving bulbs' and the little light that British weather grants me, they would be much appreciated. <br />
<br />
I also received a tablet for Christmas. If you don't happen to have Corel Painter X, I highly suggest it. Get it. This very moment. (By any means necessary.) <br />
<br />
<3 Look out below!<br />
<br />
Vrai<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Deary me..</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 18:51:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ She's at it again.<br />
<br />
Hello my lovely friends. <br />
I'm back once again for a simple journal update. It seems that far too much has happened since I wrote that last one. It was over a year ago. As anyone who's had the chance to hop through a bit of life knows, a year can contain quite a splendid amount of experiences. The sad thing is, this lovely textbox has neither the height nor the depth in which to accomodate the lush stories that I have to tell.<br />
<br />
So I'm afraid we'll have to sum it up like this: '...'<br />
Wasn't that fascinating?<br />
In other news, I'm leaving America. Should be in Scotland by the 4th.<br />
<br />
<3 Cheers<br />
<br />
P.S: What the hell are you still doing watching me? Am I suddenly more addictive than crack? I never submit anything. I suppose I might have to give you some piece of random art sometime soon. <br />
That's right. Vrai knows how to keep you hooked.<br />
<br />
Love,<br />
Vrai<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>One More Time</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 02:31:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b><sub>The universe tends to unfold as it should</sub></b> <br />
<br />
So graduation came and went. I finally moved away from that..place. I finally got out. It doesn't help they everyone keeps trying to drag me back, but I'm free now. All they can do is reach out with their words and try to grip. <br />
It won't work. I'm in control of my own life now. Finally.<br />
<br />
With graduation came many changes. For one, a love lost. Everything comes to an end eventually. I keep telling myself that it just wasn't meant to be, but you know how my mind wonders. Someday I'll find someone who's truly meant for me. For the summer, I'm willing just to live. <br />
<br />
I've decided money is the worst invention known to man. You can't live without it, but you can't live with it because it consumes your life. Everything comes at a price. Everything. No exceptions. <br />
<br />
List of new things:<br />
-Nose piercing (for no one but myself)<br />
-New home (nine hours away)<br />
-New car (1988 Eagle Premier)<br />
-New job (Market Research -_-)<br />
-New problems (every time I turn around)<br />
-New joys (few and far between)<br />
-New friends (they keep me afloat)<br />
-New state of mind (hopefully I learn something this time)<br />
<br />
I'm off to Seattle in August. I'm hoping things truly settle down by then, but I have a sneaking suspicion that things will become more complicated. I'll deal with things one day at a time and someday everything will calm down. I won't be caught up in this whirlwind anymore. <br />
Someday.<br />
<br />
Q & A:<br />
Why are you going to Seattle?<br />
-School. I'm going to study massage therapy.<br />
<br />
Why did you get your nose pierced?<br />
-Because I wanted to. No other reason. No stupid rebellion. No one coaxed me into it. I love it. It's magnificent. A piercing is an experience everyone should have. Well, almost everyone. Those who are afraid of needles might want to stay away from that experience.<br />
<br />
Why don't you ever come to DA or submit anymore?<br />
-I have a life. I have bills. I have things that need to be taken care of. Once upon a time the internet was an escape, but slowly it turned into a burden. Now it's a simple piece of entertainment. I don't have time to draw or write or mess around with photoshop currently, so no more submissions for a while. I do still dabble in photography. I might submit some photos once they pass the perfection tests. <br />
<br />
Will you be my friend?<br />
-Yes. <br />
<br />
Do you love me?<br />
-Possibly.<br />
<br />
Why are you doing this stupid Q & A section?<br />
-Partly to fill space. Mostly because the voices told me to. <br />
<br />
Are you out of unimportant questions yet?<br />
-Yes.<br />
<br />
Love, live, laugh, learn. <br />
<3 True ]]></description>
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                <title>Transition</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 11:27:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div align="center"><b><sub>"You think I can't fly? Well you just watch me.."</sub></b></div><br /><br />Well, I'm not back yet. Just submitting a few things I've been meaning to. <br />
<br />
How's life?<br />
Beautiful. Found the love of my life and I couldn't be happier. Things at home are actually stable. A new school year is here and it's bound to have some sort of fun to experience. I'm sort of anxious about the entire thing. It's my last year, graduation coming up, time to truly decide what the future holds for me. It's all something to look foward to, but also something I'm afraid of.<br />
Complicated little me. <br />
<br />
Hope you all are doing well. If anyone is still seriously watching me, I thank thee muchly. I should make a point to submit a bit more in the future.<br />
Time to sign off.<br />
<br />
<3 you all,<br />
 True<br /><br /><b><sub>Current Obsession:</sub></b> <br />
<a href="http://www.dresdendolls.com/">­­The Dresden Dolls: Brechtian Punk Cabaret</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Transcendental Meditation</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 18:35:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div align="center"><b><sub>"Words are flowing out like endless  rain into a paper cup,<br />
They slither while they pass, they slip  away across the universe<br />
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are  drifting through my open mind,<br />
Possessing and caressing me.<br />
Jai guru de va om<br />
Nothing's gonna change my world,<br />
Nothing's gonna change my world"</sub></b></div><br /><br />I've come to conclusion that if I want  to salvage anything that's left of the  life I used to enjoy, I have to start  now.<br />
By taking on this task I have to,  somehow, find a way to make more time  for thinking and the salvage process. <br />
To do this, I've decided to boycott the  internet for a while.<br />
<br />
My time could be better spent doing  other things. Wonderful things. Things  like real life and its many wonders. <br />
Again, this means basically cutting off  any contact with anyone I know online  and ignoring my gmail for a long while.  <br />
..and I'm oddly okay with that. <br />
<br />
It's a sacrifice, but I think I need to  stop letting these important years of  my life pass me by. I need to revive  the part of me that lives in this  dream.<br />
<br />
I might drop by once in a while.<br />
<br />
For the final time, I love you all and  I always will.<br />
<br />
Pass it on,<br />
 True<br /><br /><b><sub>Amuse yourself:</sub></b> <br />
Here are a few links I picked up long  ago. <br />
Most of them are time wasting games and  just fun little things. <3<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/">Ferry Halim Interactive Art</a><br />
<a href="http://www.eyezmaze.com/">Eyezmaze</a><br />
<a href="http://www.tetris1d.org/">Tetris 1d</a><br />
<a href="http://www.rit.edu/~jhb4598/jblog/">Jay Is</a><br />
<a href="http://albinoblacksheep.com/games/">Albino BlackSheep</a><br />
<a href="http://www.fasco-csc.com/">Crimson Room</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>ROLLLL UUUP FOR THE MAGICAL MYSTERY TOURRR</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2005 17:31:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ironically, I have a headache again..<br /><br />I'm coming off as really cynical these  past few days. <br />
I'm not sure why. :/<br />
Anyway, things are still..'interesting'  but I'm not going to explain everything  more.<br />
<br />
Also, Hello Lani. You went to my /old/  account. <br />
Welcome to deviantart too.<br />
<br />
A MESSAGE TO ALL OF YOU:<br />
Go visit Lani-San's page. She's a  FANTASTIC anime/manga artist..and she's  just a year older than I am. She's  seriously going to be professional VERY  soon. ;x<br />
<br />
Anyway, I don't know what else to write  here. <br />
I feel sort of 'icky' and lonely at the  moment.<br />
<br />
I <3 you all.<br /><br />..obviously not the /same/ headache.<br />
Hrr hrr -___---- ]]></description>
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                <title>Alice Has Risen</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 23:02:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a really horrible headache..<br /><br />In other news, I'm not dead. I'm very  much alive. *groan* <br />
<br />
I went to this modern dance thing last  weekend in Clarkston. It was performed  by the Dancers' Company of BYU.  It was  strangely enjoyable. <br />
<br />
My stress level is still about seven  hundred points above where it should  be. There are soo many things I have to  do. School is really tiresome. I swear  if I didn't have to rely on it to get  away from this useless  town/state/country I'd just give it all  up now. <br />
Junior year is supposed to be filled  with lovliness, sweetness and  light..isn't it? You're supposed to  worry about everything your senior  year. *ssiiiiiggghh*<br />
<br />
My mum's birthday was today. I was  trying my best to make it slightly  wonderful for her. 'He' was gone, so he  wasn't there to ruin anything and hurt  her again..<br />
..so I thought. <br />
It turns out there's this great thing  called a telephone that can ruin entire  days with just a single call. <br />
She and I ended up getting into a fight  about the things 'He' told her.<br />
I tried to hold in the anger and hurt  but I couldn't just sit there while he  lies about everything and anything and  further tries to ruin...it all.<br />
I finally just left. I needed to wash  off everything, so I went into the  shower and just let the water run over  me while I cried.  I wanted to scream,  but I knew the neighbors would hear.<br />
I could've held it all inside if I  really tried. I'm sure I could have. I  shouldn't have ruined her day. As much  as I've lost respect for her, I still  can't condone myself ruining a day  that's supposed to be special to her.  Every time I do I'm no better than  'Him'.<br />
<br />
I can't wait to get out of here. I  can't wait to get away from all this.  As soon as I finish school I'm never  going to come back to this place again.  So much pain here. <br />
I want her to leave and get out while  she can. I want to stay and help her do  it. But after three years of this, I  really don't think she will. <br />
<br />
I don't care what they say. Emotional  pain hurts just as much as phsyical.  Every word you say that hurts someone.  Every lie you tell that is for a  specific vindictive purpose. They're  all tools of destruction. Every.  Single. One.<br />
<br />
I don't even know why I'm writing this  here. <br />
I'll probably delete this later.<br /><br />I'm so tired. ]]></description>
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                <title>*pop*</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2005 16:43:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DISCO EVE!<br /><br />I feel really intelligent today. <br />
<br />
I wanted to debate one of the geeky  kids at school but then decided against  it.<br />
<br />
A couple of minutes later I thought  about debating one of the dumber  students. <br />
I decided against that too because I  wouldn't want to make them look worse  if they lost.<br />
<br />
Other than that my day was pretty much  'bleh'.<br />
<br />
Yeah. That's all.<br /><br />I <3 you all. ]]></description>
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                <title>ICON UPDATE / MYSTERY ILLNESS</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2005 21:14:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DISCO EVE!<br /><br />You love the disco cult. You want the  disco cult. <br />
You. Cannot. Live. Without. It.<br /><br />On a lighter note I was quite sick and  coughing up blood.<br />
I think I'm getting a bit better.<br />
<br />
DA is still bad for me, but I love  everyone too much. ]]></description>
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                <title>BAI! n__N</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2004 22:39:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DeviantArt is bad for me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Fa la la la la...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2004 11:59:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ MERRY CHRISTMAS!<br />
<br />
..and 'Happy Holidays' for the rest of  you too. ¬_¬<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/happycry.gif" alt="Crying With Joy" title="Crying With Joy" /> FESTIVE<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: Elf!<br /><br />This was actually a really great  christmas. <br />
No family fights or anything. Everyone  was happy with their gifts (genuinely! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":o" title=":o (Eek)" />  ) and everything just went really  smoothly.<br />
My uncle (also known as Mr. 'Real Men  Don't Cry') CRIED. <br />
He said everything was just so perfect.  <br />
We all got to meet his girlfriend for  the first time too.<br />
She's really great, very energetic and  funny. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
n_n This was the best way to end a  semi-crappy year.<br />
It cancels out everything that went  wrong in this year. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
I love you all and hope you all had  great holidays.<br />
~Vrai<br /><br />'Tis the season..<br />
..so smile with 'festive joy' already.  n_n ]]></description>
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                <title>'Tis The Season To..Something.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2004 20:07:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The update of my pitiful life will  start now<br />
<br />
STOP<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/drunk.gif" alt="Drunk" title="Drunk" /> Floam<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: Elf!<br /><br />I have done nothing<br />
<br />
STOP<br />
<br />
Absolutely nothing<br />
<br />
STOP<br />
<br />
Mwahahaha<br />
<br />
END<br /><br />Fa la la la la<br />
La la la <br />
MLER ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh What A Tangled Web We Weave. . .</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2004 15:34:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Prepare for an insight into my soul. <br />
<br />
Bring a flashlight. It's quite dark. . .<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/surrender.gif" alt="Defeated" title="Defeated" /> Numb<br /><br />Every time. <br />
Every. Single. Time.<br />
<br />
The tiniest thing can remind me and it  just sets me off on this whole  nostalgia trip. <br />
I can't change the past. <br />
The sooner I realize this the sooner I  can move the hell on with my life. <br />
<br />
I keep screaming within to just forget  about it all.<br />
There isn't a chance of anything going  back. Ever.<br />
<br />
Why can't I just get on with my life? <br />
Why do I have to dwell on the past so  much? <br />
<br />
Urgh. It's so frustrating. I want to  scream. I want to yell.<br />
I want to stomp. I want to pout. I want  to steal him away. <br />
<br />
I know that it can NEVER happen. <br />
I know this -- and that's the problem. <br />
<br />
I can't stop the memories. I can't stop  any of it.<br />
God, I want it to stop. <br />
I want to forget. <br />
I don't want this pain anymore.<br />
<br />
This is so petty. It's stupid. <br />
What do I have to be in pain about NOW?<br />
I shouldn't even be worrying about any  of this anymore. <br />
It's done. It's dead. It's gone.<br />
<br />
I'm so selfish.<br />
Look how many of the sentences start  with "I".<br />
What about what /he/ wants? <br />
Would it make any difference even if I  knew?<br />
Probably not. <br />
<br />
I feel so ashamed. <br />
This shouldn't matter anymore. <br />
<br />
I'm sorry.<br /><br />~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Mood Swing</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 15:38:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Suddenly I'm depressed again . . .<br /><br />. . . but what else is new?<br /><br />This is pointless.<br />
<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>;_; COLD</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2004 15:38:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Snow in November? What weird weather  we're having. ¬_¬<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/airborne.gif" alt="Festive" title="Festive" /> Icy<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Billy Idol - White Wedding \m/<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Pride And Prejudice<br /><br />SNOW! ALREADY! <br />
Curses. ;_;<br /><br />LOEF <3<br />
<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Mler</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2004 22:21:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ FlOAM<br /><br />MURR<br /><br />LOEF <3<br />
<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>The Day The Stupid Pilgrims Didn't Starve..and oth</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2004 22:35:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HAPPY HOLIDAYS!<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/y/yoda.gif" alt="Smart" title="Smart" /> FULL OF THANKS ¬_¬<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Beach Boys - Kokamo<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Pride And Prejudice<br /><br />Mler tomorrow is Thanksgiving. WHAT  FUN! My entire family (yes, the whole  lot of them) is going to be here.  Apparently one of my older cousins is  coming back for the first time in three  years and wants everyone to get  together and have a big, gluttonous,  bloody time. <br />
<br />
I can guarantee you that tomorrow will  NOT end well. <br />
Someone will storm off (most likely my  mum).<br />
Someone will be in tears. Everyone else  will be fed up, sedated on turkey, or  angry (as usual).<br />
<br />
OH THE JOYS OF HOLIDAYS!<br />
<br />
Hrm, what else can I say in this  journal.<br />
<br />
Oh, I recently went to Spokane to see a  production of Les Miserables. It was  the best musical I've ever seen. n_n  (It was the only musical I've ever  seen!)<br />
<br />
Jenica and I did a scene from "Cheating  Cheaters" for the District Drama  competition.  We came in 7th. In the  event that 6th, 5th, and 4th PLACE  winners cannot attend the state  competition --for whatever reason--  Jenica and I go. <br />
<br />
Anyone have the number of a good  hitman? ¬_¬<br /><br />LOEF <3<br />
<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Ack</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 08:44:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ New glasses have ARRIVED! n_N<br />
They're lovely and green. I've gotten  compliments all day.<br />
The best part is that I look even  older. <br />
Around the age of 22, I'd say.<br /><br />LOEF <3<br />
<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Mler</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2004 12:10:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I dyed my hair. "Deep Ruby".<br />
Lack of sleep is not good. <br />
I've gotten less than six hours every  night for the past three days.<br />
Honor band is more fun this year.<br />
Abram's Pursuit is difficult. (One of  the songs)<br />
Mler.<br />
-_---<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Yum</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2004 11:52:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Food poisoning is great.<br />
Everyone should try it.<br />
When you do, be sure to get only four  hours of sleep for that 'authentic  experience'.<br />
<br />
Bleh -_--- ]]></description>
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                <title>"To be great is to be misunderstood.."</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 13:19:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I miss you all.<br />
I miss talking. ;_;<br />
NOTE ME, PEOPLE!<br />
<br />
Still grounded, unfortunately. <br />
I don't even know when that'll be over.<br />
My stepdad (I cringe at giving him  /that/ much of a title so from now on  he will be referred to as 'Ken') is  still as much of a prick as ever. I've  been confined to my room quite a bit  lately.<br />
It's given me a chance to catch up on  my reading.<br />
<br />
Currently I'm reading the works of  Emily Dickinson. She's has very lovely  talent. It's been putting me in a  poetic mood. (Maybe I'll write/submit  some poetry sometime soon.)<br />
<br />
I've also been reading quite a bit from  Lani's collection of Manga. She has me  addicted. <br />
I guess it's a good thing she started  the collection or she wouldn't be quite  the anime/manga artist she is now.<br />
I'm looking into getting her on DA  soon. <br />
<br />
Honor Band rehearsals and the concert  are next week. The week after that is  the District Drama Competition and my  trip to Spokane to see Les Miserables. <br />
I have a busy month. :/<br />
<br />
On another note, I went to the  eyedoctor yesterday to get an exam. It  was my second one ever. (I had my last  exam when I was around six or seven.) <br />
As it turns out, I have a slight  (/very/ slight) stigmatism and I'm  farsighted. My glasses will be here in  about a week. ;_;<br />
They're lovely and green, though. It  shouldn't be too bad..<br />
<br />
Lots of love to all of you. ;X<br />
<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Mourn</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2004 08:11:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ They're gone.<br />
Without a trace. <br />
Just gone.<br />
All gone.<br />
<br />
;_; The best to both of you..<br />
..wherever you are.<br />
<br />
<3 Know that I love you both.<br />
<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Drumroll, please..</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 12:16:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'd just like to thank everyone that  watches me.<br />
Maybe you watch me because you loved my  lovely (yet small) gallery. <br />
OR, maybe you watch me because I've  spoken to you PERSONALLY and threatened  to imprison your soul and/or corrupt  you further if you didn't watch me.<br />
<br />
Whatever the reason, thank you. ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>n_____n</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2004 12:18:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1000 pageviews!<br />
ONE! THOUSAND! PAGEVIEWS!<br />
<br />
I hope someone took a screenshot.<br />
;____; <br />
<br />
I'D LIKE TO THANK ALL THOSE THAT HAD  NOTHING ELSE BETTER TO DO THAN LOOK AT  MY DA PAGE!<br />
<br />
I'D ALSO LIKE TO THANK THE CREATORS OF  THE REFRESH BUTTON. I'M SURE THAT  WONDERFUL BUTTON HAS BEEN A LARGE  CONTRIBUTOR TO MY SUCCESS!<br />
<br />
I lurve you all<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2004 12:12:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm tired -- really tired.<br />
I hate to sound /emo/, but I can't  imagine going on anymore.<br />
I can't think a time when I've been  this depressed.<br />
I've come close, but this time I think  I"ve finally pushed over that edge.<br />
<br />
I sat down and anguished last night.<br />
I cried the most bitter, painful tears  I've ever cried.<br />
I wanted to scream myself out of  existence.<br />
I wanted to tear away my soul with my  bare hands.<br />
All of this because I was faced with  the cruel fact that there isn't<br />
anything left to live for.<br />
There hasn't been any point to my  existence.<br />
<br />
I thought about all the people I've  tried to help.<br />
Every single person (those I've met or  otherwise) always had something<br />
or someone else there to take my place.<br />
If I wasn't there, the next in line  would've just stepped up.<br />
Maybe I was just the quickest one.<br />
Maybe I just noticed something first.<br />
Every single person had another way to  get help.<br />
<br />
Probably most of you are reading this  and thinking that this isn't true.<br />
But think again.<br />
If I /have/ helped you, was it more  than just listening and a tiny bit<br />
of advice?<br />
It may not have even been GOOD advice.<br />
(My advice isn't exactly spectacular.  It won't end wars. It won't change  lives.)<br />
Anyone could've done that.<br />
Even someone anonymous would've  listened and tried to help.<br />
I really wasn't crucial to anything.<br />
<br />
The clarity of this revelation shocked  me.<br />
I rethought. Surely I had missed  something?<br />
No. I hadn't.<br />
<br />
I thought again. I HAD to have missed  one tiny detail: one person that<br />
could only have used me for help.<br />
Someone's life had to have changed  because of me right.<br />
Wrong.<br />
I thought about the people I knew.<br />
I thought about the strangers I'd met.<br />
The most I've done for anyone is basic  friendship  nothing extravagant.<br />
I've never had anyone dependent on me.<br />
You claim you were? Think again.<br />
Really, truly think about how much I  mean to you.<br />
Think about how long it would take you  to forget me.<br />
How would your daily life be changed if  I wasn't around or hadn't ever been?<br />
<br />
I tried to place myself in the shoes of  those that I knew would read this.<br />
For some, it might take a while.<br />
For others, only moments.<br />
There isn't a single life that wouldn't  be the same (if not better) if<br />
I hadn't ever played a part in it.<br />
<br />
It's a harsh reality, but I have to  face it.<br />
It will be the bravest and most  cowardly thing I'll ever do.<br />
Brave because I'll be facing something  I know I can't change.<br />
Cowardly because I'll be running away  from everything.<br />
<br />
I act so happy almost all the time, you  would never know I wanted to<br />
sink into a hole and just be forgotten.<br />
I've learned my entire life to just  wear this mask of faux emotion<br />
just so I wasn't considered a bother.<br />
<br />
It seems the only times when I can't  keep the mask on anymore are when<br />
the emotion becomes too much.<br />
When I'm about to burst is when I have  to let it out.<br />
It's been too long. I've kept it  trapped for far too long<br />
I'm numb.<br />
<br />
Anyway, the point of this entire entry  is to let you all know why I<br />
won't be active for a while.<br />
It's a bad habit, but when something  becomes too emotionally<br />
pressuring, I just run away.<br />
<br />
But don't misunderstand this.<br />
I don't want you all to think I'm this  wannabe "emo-goth-stereotype"<br />
that's going to slit her wrists and  take pictures to post on DA.<br />
I'm not.<br />
I'm just a girl that's tired of  fighting.<br />
I'm just a girl that's tired of life  and needs to take some time off.<br />
I can't promise I'll be back. <br />
I can't promise anything right now.<br />
<br />
Please know that I care for you all: my  sisters, my brothers, my close friends.  <br />
I wish you the best of luck in  everything you do.<br />
I wish you love. I wish you happiness.<br />
<br />
I love you all.<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>OH LOOK! AN UPDATE!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2004 08:18:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is me updating -- please leave any  cameras at the door.<br />
<br />
I really haven't done much of interest.<br />
..and things that I /have/ done are  PRIVATE.<br />
(Feel free to stalk me any time if more  information is desired.)<br />
<br />
Things are going a bit better in  general life.<br />
..hopefully more joy is to come.<br />
<br />
YES <br />
THAT IS ALL<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.weather-photography.com/Photos/gallery.php?cat=clouds&subcat=cb">[link]</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>DANCE</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2004 23:54:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HOLA!<br />
I love little children. (Not in /that/  way, you bunch of perv's)<br />
Mrs. T's little daughter is so cute and  sweet. n_n <br />
She keeps calling me her "big sister".  ;_; <br />
I think I'd make a great mother, but at  the same time I think I'd just corrupt  and ruin a child if I had one.<br />
OF COURSE, I'm not planning on children  soon.<br />
I was planning on NEVER having  any--ever.<br />
I think I'm slowly changing my mind.<br />
:/ ]]></description>
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                <title>PRISON</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2004 08:12:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not gone, I'm grounded. <br />
Deal with it.<br />
Mler<br />
;x<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Sloth</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2004 11:44:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a ton of Deviations to submit..<br />
..but I'm really, really lazy and can't  be arsed to actually do it.<br />
Not that anyone really watches me  seriously or anything. ;x<br />
Meh, I'll see if I can get a few older  ones done by tomorrow.<br />
<br />
On another note, school has started  once again.<br />
Junior year, oh what fun.<br />
Two more years and then I'm out of  highschool and the US of A.<br />
I hate it here. n_n<br />
*gets arrested by the department of  homeland security*<br />
Guess that makes me a terrorist because  I didn't jump on the whole 'post 9/11  patriotism bandwagon'.<br />
Oh well. n__n<br />
I shall bask in my terrorism and make  homemade bombs at my leisure.. <br />
..WITH WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION ON  THE SIDE!<br />
*cough*<br />
¬_¬<br />
<br />
Right. That's all for now.<br />
~Vrai ]]></description>
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                <title>Numb</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2004 14:17:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Nothing at all.<br />
Nothing inside.<br />
Nothing,<br />
Nothing,<br />
Nothing.<br />
~True ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Unknown.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 14:11:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Who the fuck are you?<br />
You don't want to fucking mix "internet  and emotion"?<br />
Is that all you think I am?<br />
Just some person you talk with?<br />
TWO FUCKING YEARS.<br />
I tried to help you get over problems, <br />
I listened to you when you needed  someone there.<br />
I even fucking listened to your past.<br />
And....*sigh* all that doesn't even  matter, huh?<br />
Gee, what a nice way to repay someone.<br />
"I consider you a close friend".<br />
But how could you? If you don't want to  mix internet and emotion?<br />
Don't you need to show SOME emotion to  a friend?<br />
I'm so tired of this fucking charade.<br />
I'm angry.<br />
I'm hurt.<br />
I don't even know you anymore.<br />
~True ]]></description>
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                <title>Au Revoir...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2004 16:18:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm leaving.<br />
I just realized how pointless and  idiotic everything is.<br />
*sigh* <br />
I wish some things had never happened.<br />
I wish I could go back and rewrite the  years.<br />
~True<br />
<br />
---[Edit]---<br />
<br />
Let me just say:<br />
Change is inevitable. <br />
I never expected someone not to change.<br />
I never expected someone not to live.<br />
In fact, I'm glad that life is flowing  smoothly for them.<br />
My only complaint, is to myself.<br />
If you go near the fire, you'll get  burned.<br />
I'm always /too/ near.<br />
When I shy away, I realize that I miss  the warmth too much.<br />
This is my biggest problem.<br />
It's a problem that I just have to deal  with.<br />
I'm to blame, no one else.<br />
For now, I'm very content watching the  flames from a distance.<br />
And next time, I'll know not to get too  close..<br />
~True ]]></description>
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                <title>Fuck you.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2004 22:14:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can't compete.<br />
From this moment on,<br />
I give up completely.<br />
Thank you,<br />
For everything.<br />
<br />
I'm thinking of leaving.<br />
If you would like to contact me,<br />
Don't bother.<br />
<br />
It's been nice.<br />
It's been painful.<br />
It's been..a learning experience.<br />
~True ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Emptiness</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2004 14:57:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A lie,<br />
By default,<br />
"Forgotten,"<br />
Is still just that:<br />
A lie.<br />
<br />
~True ]]></description>
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                <title>Life as I know it.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2004 08:17:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, it seems to me that life is  taking a bit of a turn suddenly.<br />
Actually, many turns in whatever  direction it decides.<br />
For the past few years, I have had to  readjust to my Mother again.<br />
I have only lived with her, since the  wedding, for one year and three months.<br />
She had gone and come back, and during  that turning point when she was away, I  grew up.<br />
I became very feminine, I developed my  personality, I became interested in all  sorts of things that "mommy wouldn't  approve of" and I was only twelve. <br />
But being who I was, meant that I  didn't behave like your typical  twelve-year-old girl. I was more like  someone in their mid-early 'teen's..<br />
So here I was, someone fourteen in a  twelve-year-old body (although I looked  somewhat older, and still do) trying to  rediscover the world and myself, and  then Mother comes home.<br />
Joy! Elation! It was always 'her and  me' and I was glad she returned.<br />
..but many things had changed in my  life, mind, world: she never quite  caught on.<br />
She still thought that I was her sweet,  innocent, mindless little girl..and no  one could convince her otherwise.<br />
And so we come to the point of all this  description.<br />
For this past year that I've lived with  her, she has only /just/ begun to  change her mind. Only, it changed in  reverse.<br />
Instead of "well, she's older, more  responsible, etc" her thinking became,  "she's older, more likely to get into  trouble.. Tighten the chains! Lock the  doors! We can't have her thinking for  herself, now can we.."<br />
And I've gotten used to this. I've  gotten used to the rules, I've gotten  used to the demands, I've gotten used  to the accusations, the restrictions,  the controlling, the brainwashing..<br />
 I've even gotten used to the lies.<br />
But this stops here.  <br />
I'm going away for college in two  years, almost exactly.<br />
If she can't stay out of my life while  I'm still at home, what is she going to  do when I leave?<br />
Doesn't she realize that she's pushing  me away?<br />
Doesn't she understand that I'll just  go farther if this continues?<br />
Obviously not.<br />
~True<br />
<br />
Well, thank you for reading this little  bitch/rant/thing. <br />
I don't expect many to truly understand  this.<br />
I daresay they will be confused.<br />
--<br />
I write only for myself.<br />
I write to end the frustration.<br />
I write to release the feeling.<br />
I write only for myself ]]></description>
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                <title>Hrm...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2004 11:50:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *cough* ]]></description>
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                <title>The Birthday to end ALL birthdays...or not.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 18:50:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ To make it short...<br />
I throw a party,<br />
I invite around eight people,<br />
THREE show up,<br />
One just for the food.<br />
I am bored and very insulted,<br />
The party ends. <br />
<br />
Later That Night:<br />
I call up a good friend,<br />
I am very drunk,<br />
Ask her why she didn't come, <br />
She gives me a bullshit excuse,<br />
I am very drunk,<br />
She hangs up on me,<br />
I call her back, <br />
Her dad answers (he hates me),<br />
I am STILL drunk,<br />
He threatens to call my mum,<br />
I hang up...and mentally kick myself,<br />
I hope and pray that I'm half sober  before my mum picks me up,<br />
I think about how how quick and/or  painful my mum will make my death,<br />
This is going to be a long night...<br />
<br />
My mum ended up being very, very, very,  late and she was none the wiser...but  that was a bit too close. ]]></description>
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                <title>;_;</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2004 08:22:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I cannot submit...anything. I don't  know why, but for some reason step 4 of  the process won't  load....<br />
WHY?!!??!<br />
*dies* ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Kill Bill</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2004 08:18:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well....I just rented Kill Bill last  night, and let me just say: it was  fucking AMAZING!!!!<br />
The anime, the music, the sheer  composition of the entire movie was  genius....<br />
Yeah, that's all.<br />
~True ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Alive</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2004 12:13:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, I haven't been on for a very,  very, very...long time.<br />
I'm not leaving forever and I'm not  dying a slow and painful death...I'm  just...getting my life adjusted to some  things that have happened. <br />
I'll probably be submitting a few new  things...if things go well.<br />
I LOVE YOU ALL!<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />
~True ]]></description>
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                <title>Worthless piece of...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2004 12:22:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I broke it off with Kevin last weekend.<br />
<br />
He didn't really sound that hurt, but I  felt pretty bad.<br />
It was the first time I've ever had to  "dump" someone...which is good in some  senses but bad in others.<br />
I just feel as though I owed him an  explanation, but he really wouldn't  understand.<br />
..I couldn't just tell him that I was  thinking about someone else. That they  were my perfect match...even though I'd  never actually met them. <br />
I wouldn't expect him to take it very  well, so I will refrain from telling.<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> I shouldn't have even written this. <br />
Chances are I will delete it later. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":'(" title="Crying" /><br />
<br />
*shame* ]]></description>
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                <title>Where have all the people gone?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2004 12:16:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My goodness golly-gosh me,<br />
Is everyone dead? <br />
The main people I devwatch have been  inactive for...a while...<br />
I'm frightened and worried.<br />
SOMEONE GIVE ME A SIGN!<br />
...tell me you're all still there?<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Oh Oh!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2004 12:20:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wonders beyond wonders. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
Yesterday I found out that my very best  friend in the world is going to Europe  on a choir tour! <br />
She was chosen out of all the  highschool members across the NATION  that applied. Oh, I'm so happy I want  to explode. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <br />
Well, all I can say now is:<br />
Congrats Sunny! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br />
<br />
Go shower her with kisses at: ~<a href="http://dannonlee.deviantart.com/">dannonlee</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>*kiss*</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2004 14:25:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *dances* BOOK THREE (The Amber  Spyglass) Chapter 10!<br />
Mwahahaha...the last book...<br />
<br />
Hug everyone..just because I told you  to.<br />
<br />
Charming Anecdote of the day:<br />
  If you're lucky enough to be Irish,  you're lucky enough.<br />
<br />
~True ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Yayness!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2004 12:25:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I'm currently on book two (The  Subtle Knife)..almost finished.<br />
I've been reading nearly nonstop in  anticipation for "The Amber SpyGlass"...  *jumps up and down*.<br />
Currently I'm feeling very loved and  such. <br />
Well, I'm off. ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Bah..</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2004 08:22:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One more day left....and then I'm  free..again. *sigh* <br />
Things should be looking more promising  right now...but they aren't. <br />
I just feel really empty, I miss  everyone that used to be a part of my  life. It feels like I've just been torn  apart from everything and everyone. ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Story Time..</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2004 15:01:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Once upon a time there was a girl...<br />
..and this girl lived her life "ok" until  the one day she met this person. They  both became fast friends and because  the girl knew this person, her life was  enriched and ultimately made better. <br />
The girl's life went on until one day  she finds out that her friend has lung  cancer and only 6 or less more months  to live. <br />
All of a sudden the girl plummets into  a depression because she knows that a  good thing in her life will go  away...she has other good things, but  this friend is one of the better few. <br />
This is the first time in the girl's  life that she has ever had a personal  relationship with someone who will be  gone forever...and she doesn't know  what to do..<br />
<br />
How do you think the girl should cope? <br />
Help me to write the ending...please. ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>UPDATE!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2004 12:23:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, I'm finally updating this..but  only a grand total of 4 people will see  it.<br />
But, I am just fine with that...I  accept it and move on.<br />
Currently I am reading "The Golden  Compass" by Philip Pullman, listening to  an assortment of "Blondie" classics from  the 70's and 80's, and getting ready to  enjoy a fun two weeks of grounding  goodness..<br />
I really can't complain, I'm getting  the best sleep I've had all year, and  my classes have become easier this  semester. No speeches to worry about,  etc. And, to top it all off, I might be  getting a new computer.<br />
Well, I'm off. <br />
Shower everyone with kisses and  sweeties.<br />
<br />
I LOVE YOU ALL THE SAME...except for  some people I love more..<br />
~True ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Pathetic..</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2003 12:24:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ abandoned, alone,  comfortless,depressed, deserted,  desolate, despairing, destroyed,  forgotten, godforsaken, lonely,  miserable, tragic, unhappy, wretched..<br />
Is it wrong to still be unrecovered  from something in the far past?<br />
I still feel like I'm missing an  important piece.<br />
I still think that because they're not  here, I'm not really living.<br />
Should I have overcome a long while  ago?<br />
<br />
I need help. ]]></description>
                <author>~Unspeakableme</author>
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                <title>Work 'em long, Work 'em hard, Let 'em go..</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2003 12:19:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heh..<br />
Has anyone seen that commercial for " Brillo Scrub 'n' Toss Pads" ?<br />
At the end of the advertisement, it  says: <br />
"work 'em long, work 'em hard, let 'em go" ...<br />
<br />
Now, is it just me..or can that same  catch phrase be used as for "kidnapped  sex slaves in a box"..?<br />
Coincidence, I think not.<br />
<br />
~True ]]></description>
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