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                <title>uh...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:31:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm bored and need a new set of headphones. I finally got the new harry potter book but I'm not reading it yet because I want to drag it out as looooong as I can. oh, and I got promoted to Sergeant in Star Wars Galaxies ^_-<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Paranoya</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 21:48:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I reformatted my computer today because I was afraid the government was coming for my warez and my naughties. When I woke up my computer said "error, this computer has the same ip adress as another in the network" and the internet didn't work, so I paniced and reformatted out of paranoya. I have good reason to be paranoyed, I'm redflagged as a potential terrorist after some stuff I did early in highschool *cough*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Stagnation</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 07:57:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Depression again. It's not the kind where I want to die, it's more like I'm just waiting for it, and everything I do is just killing time; like everything I do is so insignificant and it's just postponing the inevitable. I feel myself slipping into another emotional decline. Usually when I look myself in the mirror I see an empty shell, like an object rather than a lively person, and that doesn't really bother me, but lately I see a live person that is just falling apart, sort of like when you run into a friend you haven't seen in a while, and see that they aren't doing so well; like they want to tell you about it but don't want to burdon you. Yep, that's what I see when I look in a mirror. Most people just see their reflections, I suppose. I'm not even entirely sure why I'm such a sorry pile of self loathing right now. Maybe I'm being driven insane by solitude. I just feel completely stagnant, like there's nothing I can do to change impending doom. I feel guilty whenever I play videogames or read manga now, like I should be doing something more important but instead I'm satisfying my addiction. <br />
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So last night, I was getting more than fed up with the state of things, and I wanted so badly to do something about it instead of just sulk and curse aloud in my bed. I tried to think of all the things that are my problems right now (turns out there's only 4) and then I wrote down possible solutions, and how I could achieve those solutions. With his organization it finally made a little more sense. There really is nothing I can do at this given moment. I already applied at everywhere that's hiring in the city and got no callbacks, I can't raise my grades when school's not out, and the other stuff can't really be helped right now either. The solutions for those problems can only be achieved once school starts up again. When the only solution to one of the problems that I /can/ do right now is work out more, so I even planned out a workout regimen. Now that I know what to do to fix my problems, and now that I know that I have to wait for certain events to transpire before I can do those things, the guilt has gone away from manga and video games. I guess I just realized how much of an escapist I am. I'd run out of mangas and run out of videogames, and that made the harshness of reality and my fears of the future really kick me in the balls.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Stagnation</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 07:40:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>Dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 00:10:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ last night I had a dream that I was the main character from The Bully, and I was flying around at a wintery and more nightmare-before-christmas-ish version of my school, which incidentally was across lawn from some mix of a bush labrynth, santa's workshop, and a graveyard. I also was mixxed up with the mafia, was learning fancy switchblade tricks, was having an affair with an older woman, and kept zapping myself with a defibrilator. The atmosphere was foggy and enchanted. At one point in the dream I was advised by my grandmother (who I haven't seen in years) that I should stay away from all of those greaser gangs and shouldn't be allured by their fancy knife tricks. I think I ended up having a son. I felt a since of hope and excitement throughout it all, and it was just so damn real. I never went inside the school. I think it was empty.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Switchoff</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 18:44:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I after a year of struggling with my computer, I've finally switched to linux, and for the most part I love it. It's so much more smoothe and reliable than windows. The only downside is that they don't make photoshop for linux, and the gimp is the only alternative but it sucks. Being the evil mastermind that I am, I found a solution. I just reinstalled windows on my other hard drive and just switch off XD. Sure, it gets a little annoying at times, but as long as I only use the windows side for photoshop and manga studio, It should be a relatively quick load time.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Stability</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 15:05:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Over the past week, every major thing in my room has broken. I was sitting at my desk when suddenly the keyboard tray completely collapsed, and all the bearing beeds went everywhere. I had to jimmyrig it with wire, but it's no longer retractable. Then I went to take a shit and my toilet broke. had to jummy rig that with wire too. Then my bed collapsed from under me. guess what I jimmy rigged it with now? For some reason my left speaker doesn't work, but it picks up police frequencies even when the volume is completely off. My TV has decided that it no longer has any reason to show me any details or for that matter, shadows in the games I play. It's like there is a constant glare on it, even at night. My moniter has started switching from normal, to only showing the yellow value, to only showing the blue value, and eventually back to normal. I won't even begin talking about this computer.<br />
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Dispite all this, things aren't as bad as usual. I'm prepared to have to go to another school, so I'm no longer stressing about it. I'm working out more and can feel a difference in my mucles. I feel less denst, but more firm. <br />
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I've also started collecting coca cola product bottle caps and redeeming the points. This way I can save them up for a DS. I've already found a way to get up to 60 points a day even though I only drink one soda a day, which is worth 3 points. Maybe I'll make an algorithm to figure out their pattern of code generation.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Girls can't be trusted</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 21:28:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm tired of this bullshit. The heartbreak, the manipulation, and everything in between just isn't worth it. Just when I get over one girl, the other stabs me in the back. I really wonder how my life will pan out. I had imagined that maybe one day I'd have a wife and kids, but right now I just can't even imagine the thought of getting serious with another girl, just so they can step on my balls once they get bored. Fuck it. I'll just be a womanizer -.-<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Journal Trolls</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 22:02:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For some reason, random strangers seem to think that I am eager to hear their flamings of my personal journals. It's so damn annoying. I keep journals for select reasons; to look upon parts of my everyday in retrospect, to vent, and to organize my thoughts. Nowhere did I ever say that I wanted criticism on my opinions on how nerdy, retarded, childish, and futile amateur cosplay is, and about my views on how much I think that inaccurate fanfic yaoi is selfish, disrespectful to the original artist, and mental vandalism. I'll continue venting about such things as often as I damn well please, and if some loser wants to try and tell me I can't, I'll just insult them a few dozen times and put them on the little banlist thingy.<br />
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Of course, helpful, intelligent, and meaningful comments are always welcomed ^_^<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>rant about deviantnerds</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:23:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why is it that these days people are using deviantart like it's photobucket or tinypic? It's just wasting deviantart's space. It's reasons like that that we've got all these damn ads now. Like when somone takes a picture of themselves dressed up as some stupid anime character, and calls it art. That's not art at all, that's just childish escapism. Then when I leave a comment about how it's not art, I get hazed about it. Absolutely anyone can click the button on a camera. Even a limbless retard can smack it with their faces or soemthing, but for some reason people insist on cluttering up the servers with stupid bullshit. I don't even mind the submissions that are just crappy doodles on lined paper, scanned in crookedly, because at least they tried. What I really hate are cosplay nerds.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>My tilli is back</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 18:06:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One of the longest weeks of my life, I think. I'll spare the mushy ramblings though<br />
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Things are looking better. I got a huge compliment from Dr. Dinmore, which is pretty rare, about my project on relating Kubla Rosse to the Merchant of Venice. This makes me very happy. I think I may have hope to graduate. I still feel a bit empty, probably because I know I still have lots of responsibilities that I need to take care of, but all in all I'm content. Almost cheery. FFX turned out to be a pretty good game so far. I know it'll get mushy and stuff later, so that will probably annoy the hell out of me, but I'm happy with how it currently is.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Roses</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:53:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I used to want to be like Wolverine. I guess everyone has a fictional character that they admire. For a while, I had let my personality become something more dangerous and ferell. Now I look over to the poster of wolverine on my wall (there are 3 of them) and I just don't feel the connection anymore. Now I've noticed that I'm just me. Just like wolverine, I have multiple names. The name I was born with, the name the court appointed me, and the name I was given by my friends. Only two of those mean anything to me. It's gotten to the point where I often refer to myself by my nickname. People still call me Fro even after I cut my hair. At first, I was a bit troubled by it, as if it was a superficial thing, but now it's become part of me. It's not that they don't know and remember my other name, it's that they prefer to use a term of inderement. <br />
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I just can't stop seeing roses today. They where on the freeway when I passed by, the Visualization of windows media player was making a rose shape in a rose color, and the billows of smoke from my cigarette was swirling into a rose shape. I often wonder why over the ages, things have been compared to a rose's beauty, so much so that it is cliche. It's almost as if I'm fighting against myself to appreciate them. There are hundreds of thousands of types of flowers in north america alone, and roses seem to be highly regarded. Just like shakespere. I hate how overrated he is, but as I learn about his works in english class I begin to appreciate Merchant of Venice. I don't want to appreciate it. I don't want to become victem to tradition. Adaptation really is a funny thing. In order to fit into somewhere, I have to forfiet something else. In order to understand another person, I have to confuse my own inner perspective. I'll never be wolverine, and I'll never like shakespere, and I'll never see a rose as the most beautiful flower. I don't care what I tell myself. It's my responsibility as an artist to see beyond traditional beauty. Without that the world will never evolve.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Spikes</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 23:21:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm falling into a sad little slump again. This doesn't usually happen untill winter break. I'm losing artistic motivation, starting to care less about my body, and it's a struggle just to be a decent person. Guilt of my actions hits me harder these days. It's almost ironic. When I was a kid, and every little problem seemed like a chrisis, I got over things faster than I do now. Childhood is supposed to mean innocence, right? I think I was a good kid, and every once in a while I wonder, if I was 5 years old, what I'd think of myself  if I met my present self? I don't think I'd like it very much. Then I realize how completely oblivious I was to the evils of humanity and of the mind. I'd probably just think "That's a good guy." but I'd have no idea how wrong I was. When I was a nieve and innocent kid full of potential with possibilites sprawled out as wildly as my mair was, I didn't understand the magnitude of my actions at all. Is that really innocence? Not untill the present have I realized how much my playground insults must have hurt, how much my criticisms affected those around me, how much my whining hindered my parents. Today, I feel remorse too great. Everything I do wrong, I really beat myself up over. This double edged sword is finally stabbing me in the heart. I'm not sure whether it means I have a concience or if I am a generally bad person. <br />
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Lately I find myself wanting to leave my past behind. I know fully that my past is all that exists of me, and what makes up my personality and perspective, but lately I'm beginning to reject it. I feel like I was always too shitty of a person, and when I finally thought I was getting good at something or that people loved me, I go into one of these self-esteem demolishions. In retrospect, I don't think there's ever been a time where I was truely without guilt. The worst part is, now that I should be learning from my mistakes and changing my personality, I begin to lose the boy I once was and become a man I wouldn't have wanted to meet. With every insecurity I overcome, with every prejudice that I abolish, I lose a little piece of who I was and establish a new piece of who I was, when the entire point of reistablishing myself was initially to try and get back to my ideal of a good person. It's a vicious cycle, and it's killing me. I really hate to act emo, and I don't show it outwardly, but I really don't know how long of this I can take. I used to want life to be longer, but now when I foreshadow myself as an old man I see myself as being tired with life, the feeling you get when you've gone a full 24 hours doing the same thing. I just feel so old right now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Hung over</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 16:36:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My head is pounding, I smell like brandi and cigars, and my hands feel like broken matchsticks. I can't stop thinking about a girl in ohio, and I'm not sure whether that's good or bad. I've been floating through life for a while now and I wonder whether I'll drop out of the air and crash, or if I'll land safely somewhere. Today I went to church for the first time in about 8 years. I'm still agnostic, but I was suprised to find that I didn't roll my eyes once during the entire speech. It was a huge church, with speakers in every room and camera equipment everywhere, and I think it was bigger than walmart. For some reason, I put money in the collection box even though I usually dispise the thought of people making profit off of religion. I still do, I guess, but I don't really care anymore. There's no fight left in me I suppose.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Heartbreak</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 21:25:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've punched enough things and people to strengthen my knuckles, I've gotten my ass kicked enough time to be able to take a punch, but there's one muscle I just can't train. Caitlyn's broken my heart for the last time. I always thought it was just an expression. I know there's no physical pain, but I genuineley think it's now broken. as in no longer functional.<br />
  I know that people always say "You'll find another girl" and all that bullshit, but at this point I feel like if I somehow do find another girl so absolutely perfect, she'll just remind me too much of caitlyn. so I just can't get myself to love another girl the same way, even when I try. I think she really did put my emotions out of service for good. I really wonder if this will effect my artistic skill in any way. When I was with her I saw things completely differently. I understood romance in games and movies, instead of just rolling my eyes. Now I've taken a step back. I was once this sociopathic, and she cured it, but now she's left me a heartless and apathetic bastard once more. Well I hope she rots for it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>end of spring break</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 22:52:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have ruined my sleep schedule so badly that I I wasn't able to go to sleep last night. Now it's almost 11 somehow and I'm barely tired, dispite the fact that I haven't slept in about 30 hours. I watched Blades of Glory today, and it was mildly disappointing, but still pretty damn hilarious. I really expected to be completely blown away like I was with the Pick of Destiny, but I wasn't. I got some giggles in though. I think I get a new pen tablet this week...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A bit timid</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 23:02:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've gotten a good idea for a somic series, but I'm not quite sure whether or not I should jump into it yet. Last time I did that, I ended up getting artist's block for about a year as a result. It seems like a nice enough theme, but I need a new pen tablet in order to do it right. Maybe once I get a new one I'll be more confident.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Starting over</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 15:51:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It seems I've been banned from my last account. Oh well. I've still got all my works intact and can repost them. I'll give 'em that, these poor fuckers seem to have nothing better to do in their lives. The only thing I'll miss is my favourites list. Of course there's no way to recover that again. Bullshit, eh?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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