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                <title>in case of boxes</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 13:02:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes, eventually I will put up a few pictures of the progress, and lack thereof upon my steampunk wear, which, sadly, is rather bland at the moment.<br />Secondly, I am still around here sometimes. . .<br />Thridly, that should be all<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>I said I woulds</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 12:52:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ comment if you want me to do this for you.<br /><br />1. I'll respond with something random about you.<br />2. I'll challenge you to try something.<br />3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.<br />4. I'll tell you something I like about you.<br />5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.<br />6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.<br />7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.<br />8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>It's been a while</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 12:27:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So it seems I've finally come down from my stress overloads from this past month or so. It feels nice... Lot's of things, have happened, some good... others not so pleasant. All will be better soon. Hopefully I'll actually be writing, and meyhap even sculpting again soon!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>fockin dun</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 18:10:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ finally, at long last, my eagle scout project, or at least the most important portion of it, has been completed... I raised over $1300 dollars for the Jimmy fund... My knees hurt so bad from standing up all day, but I feel good ^_^... It's finally done for the most part, just some paperwork to get done now. . . goodie.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>.... I guess that makes sense</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:28:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I realized something today. <br />As much as I might joke about being "four with thirteen years of experience", I really am nothing but a large little kid. In all seriousness. A mature and smart kid, but still just a little kid, in so many ways. Not too sure how I feel about that yet...<br />Not sure that really bothers me that much.<br />I guess just the fact that it seems like the only person who didn't really realize it was me just feels kinda weird...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>SEE!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 10:44:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.kxly.com/Global/story.asp?S=9145810&nav=menu683_2_7">[link]</a><br /><br /><br />...suicide runs.... this is only the beginning..... I told you before but NNNOOOOO, let's just pretend its not real, there's no threat. HA! Now I have proof!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>hmm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 18:59:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...indeed... I was gonna go exercise... somehow ended up sitting at my desk with a big bowl of ice cream (mmmm, sprinkles ^^)...not entirely sure how that happened....<br />Anywho, got a pirate trench coat on Sunday, which many of you guys have seen now..... and for some reason, I really like wearing a bandanna on ma head now... I don't know, it's just really comfy for some reason....<br />in other news.<br />Yay for Sami! (i is greatly relieved, if you couldn't tell by the hug you got when I saw you the other day)(and is also happy that you;ve decided to leave the college boys who treat you badly alone)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>Indeed</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 19:20:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In this world, there is a great deal of suffering and strife. This applies across all age and sex men and women, blah blah blah blah blah. I could go on for hours, spouting beliefs and philosophies in some stuffy old language, or i could go about it somewhat more directly, and get to the point.<br />     I don't know why people are here. I don't pretend to, mostly because I don't want to get caught up in that ridiculous, petty argument. It doesn't matter. Hell it isn't even relevant to what I want to, what I need to rant about.<br />    Pain is what makes us, what drives us. It is rarely pleasant, and few truely desire it, but without it, would we truly know happiness? What is joy, but the lack of sorrow? <br />     And everywhere around me I see people I know, people I care about, suffering. And I feel helpless. For all of my belief, for all of my deep thought, I cannot ease it, but with the hollow sounding words of "I'm sorry, I hope you feel better". How does that help? All it is is a knee jerk reaction for so many, devoid of any real meaning, or of any true sympathy, and it fails to convey, so often any real sense of caring, just the endless repetition of that same sorry phrase. How can that make anyone anything but worse, for they know there is so little that may be done to ease their suffering.<br />     And in the person who wishes to show an actual depth of caring, trying to help this person through with some glimmer of hope, with a reassurance in the good of the world. To remind them that in the end, there shall be a calm, and they might find themselves to be stronger, their happiness something new and pure, risen from the storm of their troubles.  <br />     I'm sorry if I may seem absent when you seem hurt. But it is because I feel helpless, not that I don't care. <br />     Steve, I hope you feel better man. If you need a distraction or something, you know I'm good for it XP. <br />     Ayla, I hope you and Gage's Mom might see eye to eye some day, and that maybe she'll get a little less protective. I'm sorry if you hate me, but I understand. I hope one day you might forgive me, but I understand. But I tried as hard as I could to do the best thing for the both of us, and I was thinking of you, and I'm wish it had never came to hurting you like that, but I promise you that it was only to try and make things better in the end. And I promise upon my immortal soul, upon the blood which flows through my veins, that I did not leave you to be with her. Even if you don't believe me, I know it to be true.<br />     Ashton. I'm never really sure what going on with you. I'm really glad you made it through your troubles. I'm sorry if I'm an asshat sometimes. I hope you the best of luck, you're pretty awesome when you have your confidence.<br />     Matt. Hell man, I know you'll probably never get to read this. I don't care much that you wont get to, cause it's the same to me. You're doing better now, but I know there's still shit going on. I hope stuff works out for you. If I can help along the way, that would be great.<br /><br />     So yeah. I tend to think of these things. And most of the time I let it go.<br /><br /><br />     Sorry if I seem double faced when it comes to things like this. I'm not always a child..... I guess I'm just complex like that. I can't be the same all the time<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And in the end there is balance<br />In the end there is peace<br />In the grand scheme of things, we are insignificant,<br />But without the tales of each individual, it would be pointless.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Taggeded &gt;.&lt;</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 14:32:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ tagged by <a href="http://inuchan409.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/i/n/inuchan409.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconinuchan409:" title="inuchan409"/></a><br /><br />I write 8 things about myself, and tag 8 people.<br /><br />1. It is only upon the rare occasion that I can see my desk<br /><br />2. I am a packrat<br /><br />3. I wanna dye my hair BLUE<br /><br />4. I have a lot of hats. Fancy ones are my favorites<br /><br />5. I have crazy dreams, but can never remember them and it irks me, because how do I know they were crazy if I can't remember?<br /><br />6. When I start reading an interesting book, I never get anything accomplished until I've finished it.<br /><br />7. I love the mountains and snow, and miss the snowstorms we used to get in the winter.<br /><br />8. I seem to say "I'm not worried about it" a lot now.....<br /><br />I tag...... <a href="http://controllabledisaster.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/o/controllabledisaster.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconcontrollabledisaster:" title="controllabledisaster"/></a> <a href="http://jynxed-lynxy.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/j/y/jynxed-lynxy.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconjynxed-lynxy:" title="jynxed-lynxy"/></a> <a href="http://phantomthief713.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/p/h/phantomthief713.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconphantomthief713:" title="phantomthief713"/></a> <a href="http://poisonustreefrog.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/p/o/poisonustreefrog.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconpoisonustreefrog:" title="poisonustreefrog"/></a> <a href="http://silvra.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/i/silvra.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconsilvra:" title="silvra"/></a> <a href="http://unknownandinsane29.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/u/n/unknownandinsane29.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconunknownandinsane29:" title="unknownandinsane29"/></a> <a href="http://velocity12.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/v/e/velocity12.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconvelocity12:" title="velocity12"/></a> <a href="http://ichibannohisshounin.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconichibannohisshounin:" title="ichibannohisshounin"/></a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>.....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 13:47:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *keels and falls over* <br /><br /><br />why hello floor. fancy meeting you here.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Poetic indeed</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:27:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sticks and stone may break my bones<br />But whips and chains excite me<br />So tie me down on the bed<br />And show how much you like me<br /><br />btw, as she pointed out, 'tis not mine. which is why it happens to be in ma journal. I just like it, hence the post<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>Awesome</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 19:28:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lost my wallet on friday. Apparently, left it at School.... of course, it had about fifty dollars worth of gift cards, seventeen dollars and my driving permit...<br />Anywho.<br />I miss me. Just the part of me which didn't care what anybody thought.... Used to be so random, and it used to be nice to just not care... but as time goes on, it just keeps slipping a little further and further away.... only realized this the other day at Winter ball. Which was great... can't wait to get that picture back..... think I failed two midterms... bit late to worry bout it now though....<br /><br />Finally started a new drawing... It's been forever since I put something new on here... Started bunches of things, but never finished them... but I like the way this one is coming out... should be on here in the next couple of days...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>She told me to</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 12:16:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm on ayla's floor. she's making me update. so I am. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />. So I have. So I'm done now. Really. stop reading. Im done. really really.<br />
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* cause I am a dumbass and can't write a really long and entertaining journal buhahahaha ninja's away!*<br />
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O.o  didna write that last part, for the record..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>waitings... buawahahaha</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 15:01:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Twelve!/ Two hundred and ninety four!/ Seventeen thousand, six hundred and fifty!/ Roughly one million, fifty eight thousand, and four hundred!<br />
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hrmph, forgots to do this yesterday...<br />
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Eleven!/ Two hundred sixty four!/ Fifteen thousand, eight hundred and forty!/ Roughly nine hundred fifty thousand and forty!<br />
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Ten!/ Two hundred forty two and a half!/ Fourteen thousand, five hundred and fifty!/ Eight hundred and seventy three thousand!<br />
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P.S. 'tis only a work in progress. a countdown, if you will, to a very important date! There shall be much.. erm... bowling? to be had....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>old song</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 18:53:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sometimes in our lives we all have pain<br />
We all have sorrow<br />
But if we are wise<br />
We know that there's always tomorrow<br />
<br />
Lean on me, when you're not strong<br />
And I'll be your friend<br />
I'll help you carry on<br />
For it won't be long<br />
'Til I'm gonna need<br />
Somebody to lean on<br />
<br />
Please swallow your pride<br />
If I have things you need to borrow<br />
For no one can fill those of your needs<br />
That you don't let show<br />
<br />
Lean on me, when you're not strong<br />
And I'll be your friend<br />
I'll help you carry on<br />
For it won't be long<br />
'Til I'm gonna need<br />
Somebody to lean on<br />
<br />
If there is a load you have to bear<br />
That you can't carry<br />
I'm right up the road<br />
I'll share your load<br />
If you just call me<br />
<br />
So just call on me brother, when you need a hand<br />
We all need somebody to lean on<br />
I just might have a problem that you'd understand<br />
We all need somebody to lean on<br />
<br />
Lean on me when you're not strong<br />
And I'll be your friend<br />
I'll help you carry on<br />
For it won't be long<br />
Till I'm gonna need<br />
Somebody to lean on<br />
<br />
Lean on me... <br />
-Bill Withers<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I would give the world</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 16:49:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a dream. A most horrible nightmare. I saw a beautiful maiden, traveling what seemed to me a gray land, a empty place. Behind her, in the distance, was the place of happiness, and it seemed that she was leaving it. Before her were great black iron gates, leading into a dark place full of despair and misery. The shadows beyond the gate seemed to have form, swirling impatiently, eager to consume her. I was watching from a distance, and it seemed to me that there was some bubble of good around her- as if the nearer one was to her, the better things would seem, the colors richer, the sunlight brighter. And this made me sad, because I saw that this made those horrible shadows all the more hungry to have their way with her. And I watched from above, and tears rolled down my cheeks, for it seemed to me that  was to blame. And I hated myself for it.<br />
     And it has weighed on my heart since this morning. because it seems like that's what happening, and I don't want that. I want her to be happy, and I don't want to just watch her pass through into despair, and be miserable. I would give anything if she would only see that everything could be better, that she doesn't need to do this. I would do whatever it would take to make her feel better, if it meant giving up my dreams, if it meant throwing away who I was, if only to make her happy. If she would just please think of her own happiness. For as long as she is sad, I will feel sad, whatever I say or do.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 11:43:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When you feel so close to some resolve<br />
And you write the words you were writing for<br />
But your courage gets dissolved<br />
Into what, I don't know...<br />
<br />
When you feel that way again<br />
You have to stop your thinking<br />
And think of what you're here for<br />
And let the rest of your feelings go<br />
<br />
You've got to find your balance<br />
You've got to realize<br />
You've got to try to find what's right before your eyes<br />
And if you find you've fallen<br />
And all your grace is gone<br />
Just scream for me and I'll be what you're falling on<br />
<br />
When you feel so close to some resolve<br />
And you say the things that you're standing for<br />
Don't let your courage get dissolved<br />
Cause it's then that the fear grows<br />
<br />
Just give me the word and I'll be there for you<br />
<br />
Falling On- Finger Eleven<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I HAVE.... returned?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 10:23:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So. <br />
<br />
Yeah. New Mexico is a beautiful place. Even if it does lose some of it's glamor after lugging a fifty-some pound pack around it for something like seventy miles. But in all seriousness, I had an amazing time. I missed a lot of people, and got some serious thinking done, and still had time to squeeze a couple good meditations in. I feel better than I have ever felt.<br />
 <br />
So on to this, which I have so erroneously labeled as thoughts.<br />
Firstly- I am going to travel before I die. A lot. I started a list. It's long. but the three places I want to see most are Hawaii, Australia, and London. I have always wanted to see Hawaii. Australia sounds beautiful (and they speak english) and I want to see if there are more intelligent people in London.<br />
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Next- I want to be more open. I've always hidden almost all of my emotion. I let people I care for pass me by, because I can't just say anything. or i get caught up in other peoples emotions, and I get so desperate to feel something that I manufacture the emotions that I should feel, I try to become what they want. And it all falls down when they no longer want my clinging. So no more, I'm going to (try) to say what I feel, and what I mean. Fat chance of that. <br />
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Thirdly-I'm going to put some words into actions. Natai, you are like a sister to me. If you ever need anything, just ask. Ayla- You are good looking. Don't argue with me. I would know. you're a great person that I want to know better. Ally- I hope that we might someday reach an understanding of each others beings and intentions, and reach some level of benevolence or trust. <br />
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earlier, I had an idea for a rant. I've since forgotten it. that doesn't surprise me. it happens. thank god. anywho. laters<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>farewell, cruel world....</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 07:55:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tomorrow, at the early hour of 5:15, I shall be leaving for a vacation. For two weeks, I'm going to be in the middle of nowhere, out in New Mexico. I thinks it's awesome that I can say with all honesty that I may not survive to make it back. So, in this light of things, I am opening up a possible last call on questions, comments, snide remarks, compliments, put-downs, goodbyes, hellos, in-betweens, arguments, payments of money owed, requests to collect money owed by myself, ideas, gifts, curses, blessings, love letters, hate letters, passive-aggressive letters, blackmail, whitemail, greymail, reassurances, unassurances, and all things completely unrelated. Furthermore, poo. If I don't hear from you, this is goodbye. Also, if all goes well, I should return on the twelfth of July. <br />
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P.S. NI-NER NI-NER NI-NER I get to go on vacation.... none for you. hahaha<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 14:42:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so I'm stressed. so very very stressed. I shouldn't be. I worry too much. Much too much. I can't help it. I can't calm down, I'm just so restless. And I think I'm probably becoming more than a little self centered. That's agitating. Anywho. New Mexico. Can't wait. Actually, I can... I just hope I can kill my anxiousness before Tuesday, because if I don't, it'll bother me the whole two weeks that I'm gone. I am truely out of my mind. I really hope what I'm thinking is wrong. I might have a breakdown if I'm right. I'll live, but it'll bother me for months. I don't know if I can deal with this sort of thing again. oh how I would despise myself. Hell, I almost already do. Also, the doctor thinks I might have lyme disease. I won't find out until tomorrow, when the blood tests come in. Apparently, that's what's been causing my headaches. And my joint pain. And the feeling like shit. It also might have something to do with my mood swings. In other news, there is no other news. Get over it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>HA- I have you now</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:12:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I finally have proof of the treacherous squirrels plot to KILL US ALL. I have proof. <a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSL1432171020070614?feedType=RSS">[link]</a><br />
This has nothing to do with mating season I say. The squirrel in question was not ill. This is but a sign of things yet to come, a forerunner of the evil plot. This lone squirrel jumped the gun, and now we must crush the squirrel menace, before they realize that we're on to them. We need to destroy them while we still can. We must take action, or condemn the entire human race to destruction. I know what you're thinking. "But they're oh so cute and fluffy" that's what they want you to think. Their outer cuddliness and innocence only hides the savage beast within. They may be small, but they are OH SO DEADLY. They've been watching us for all of these years, tricking us in complacence, gathering Intel while tipping your bird feeders. When the Squirrel apocalypses goes down, don't tell me that I didn't warn you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>so it goes....</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 17:48:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I should have known better... really.... to think that I could just ignore one of the key rules of the Universe- The Absolute Law - When you deal in absolutes, you will always be wrong..... which is somewhat ironic, seeing how the law itself is an absolute.... it kind of sounds like something I would make up.... which is somewhat of a coincidence, seeing as I did make it up.... but come to think of it, I cannot think of a time where it would be wrong.... But anyways, it was still pretty stupid of me to think otherwise, because even before I made that up, it should have been pretty evident -which coincidentally, must be what Newton was thinking when he finally understood the concept of gravity..... of course, my blunder is quite that large, nor is my concept quite that revolutionary.... or for that matter, not nearly as marketable.... but anyways... I really don't have the motivation to write much tonight.... I seem to be a small bit preoccupied... I'm wrestling with a decision that really shouldn't be that difficult... I'll get around to it eventually... but I really don't want to ruin whatever I might have going for me.... I don't want a repeat of what happened with Courtney.... it was artificial, and somewhat unsettling... and it got really awkward towards the end.... I just don't want that to happen again.... I still can't believe that I was stupid enough to invoke the impossible.... it's like that age old gag.... a guy goes - "it can't get any worse than this" so just to spite him, it starts down pouring....  though I suppose i might have got the better of this one.... I bitch about how I'll never find someone who even consider me in Charimaho.... I'm too damn odd.... I guess I forgot that there are people as insane as I am in this school.... I just really hope that I don't fuck this up.....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>gee, thanks</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 19:48:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hmm.... I seem to be very bored.... but in that really twitchy way that you kinda know that anything you do will be pretty boring.... and it's too late to be calling people to complain about how bored I am.... because even though that wouldn't relieve my boredom, it would annoy whoever I called (I strive to be useful...) and it might come close to making me feel a little less bored.... but since I can't complain to anyone else.... I might as well complain to myself.... which wouldn't do anything but annoy myself.... so why would I do that, you (didn't/don't/wouldn't) ask?.... why I wouldn't, I would reply, even though you didn't ask.... even though I would anyways, but lying about it makes it all the more complicated, and therefore, more fun.... you see, it's much more fun to confuse other people than it is to confuse yourself.... or at least, it's more fun to confuse other people less than you confuse yourself.... or if you must, i suppose it could be a wee bit of fun to confuse yourself more than you confuse others if you confuse them a great deal.... which makes me wonder, how would you recognize their level of confusion if you yourself(or selves, I suppose) were indeed (I like the word indeed) were in fact, more confused than they are...... the only way you would be able to recognize that they might be confused, even if they were confused less than you, would be to only be confused to a small degree.... which would mean that they would barely be confused at all.... which would mean there would be no point in noticing their confusion seeing as it would be so minuscule to the point where it was not humorous... because if they were properly confused, and you were more confused than they were, even if it did manage to register, it wouldn't be funny because you would be unable to to see the hilarity of their confusion.... does anyone follow me? now that I may or may not have gotten rid of the casual reader, it is time for something completely and utterly different.... I hope you're confused.... because that might make me laugh..... because I can.....anywho.... I guess that I might be going through a bit of.... different..... because even though I feel like myself now, maybe a month ago, if I felt like I did now, I would not feel like myself.... which is odd, because, in hindsight, I can't really think of any life changing experiences....but I was looking at my izzy stuff.... and I thought wow..... that's kind of depressing..... and I really am not sure whether I like that pie picture anymore.... and it seems like a pretty broad time spectrum for me to just attribute it to mood swings or whatnot.... and I'm usually a really stable person.... Insecure-maybe.... insane-quite possibly.... but unstable, I am not.... It might be the weather.... but I doubt it..... I really don't know.... but I need to find something.... some satisfaction from who I am..... it's really pretty pathetic compared to most people.... but I guess I'm not most people.... what really pisses me off though is how this had to happen around springtime.... I feel so much like some preppy cliche, some annoying stereotype..... but I can't shake it.... I am lonely.... and I don't know what I hope to gain by admitting this.... maybe i just hope that owning up to it might make it go away.... it probably won't, but as those annoying optimist sons of whores always say- there's always hope....(don't think I'm getting soft on ya....I mean there just hope that the feeling will pass).... that kind of disturbs me too- why do I hope that it will pass?.... am I afraid of exposing myself?... Do i think I will screw up again.... it's like what the hell man, just quit whining and get off your ass.... find somebody... But I think the problem is that I seriously doubt that there is someone out there who I could even have a lasting relationship with.... I'm too eccentric, and it have such odd mood changes.... sometimes I'm really serious, other times I get really odd, then sometimes I get all really long winded and slightly philosophical (no points for guessing which of the three I'm in right now) I can see myself writing out one of those single ads now- Male, skinny/average build, average height, seeking female... Likes being lazy, being hyperactive and mildly/seriously annoying, and writing really long public journals full of self pity/loathing.... the phone would ring off the hook.... I know, I'm not really that bad, but it's fun to overemphasize my negative traits.... I don't know why..... may have something to do with the fact that I'm a semi-eternal quasi-pessimist.... hmmm.... that'll do it.... anyways, in all seriousness, I doubt that in chariho, there is someone who might actually like (in way of relationships- tai, don't bother assuring me about how many people like me as a friend....) who I am.... they would have to be eccentric as I am, and be intelligent to be able to actually have a serious conversation..... and it's hard enough to find intelligen... ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>wow....</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 14:00:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ took the insoles out of my boots today..... found out that I could see the inside of the heel..... so I guess I'm getting new boots.... on a unrelated, and much funnier note.... my last girlfriend seems have renewed interest in me.... I should have a spot of fun with this.... but I doubt I'll have the heart to do it...... oh well....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>hmm?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 19:40:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I ought to do something. Firstly, I should finish that English paper. yeah.... I'll get to it.... I feel awesome... better than I have in a while.... It's kind of nice... I almost feel normal.....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 09:31:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I guess I am in a funny mood... Not in the way that I find myself funny, but in that I seem to find everything else funny.... I think i's hilarious that everyone cares so much about what other people think.... (I am including myself in that last statement) it's ridiculous... especially those people who get so worked up over what the people they don't like think.... why would you want them to think highly of you, when you don't like them.... and then people wish death upon other people... that has to be one of the most shortsighted curses I have ever heard of... why would you want something to happen to someone when it will happen to them eventually anyways.... besides, that would be a release for them... and it's over to quickly to really mean anything.... but other than that.... it's been really hard not to just start laughing when people scream at me lately.... I don't know what they think screaming is supposed to get them..... in the world of today, with the government the way it is, no one can do anything to you, and get away with it.... likewise, you can't to anything, but I still find it hilarious.... by yelling, all they do is show how little they can really do.... they are just as caged as anyone else.... no one can really be themselves anymore.... they're all too afraid of... everything.... it's really pretty funny when you think about it.... everything is a fashion statement, an idea stolen from somewhere else, who liberated it from someone else.... and so on and so forth.... sometimes I wonder who the hell started all of this.... there must only be a few real individuals out there... because even I probably saw someone who acts like I do now when I was little and subconsciously I model myself after them.... just like that quote, from that guy..... "why do you have to be a nonconformist like everyone else?".... or another good one- "Anarchism is based on the idea that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others".... sorry if I misquoted either of those.... but even in that aspect, I'm borrowing another person's ideas.... I would have never thought of those on my own..... but I identify with those two quotes.... and it's all so complicated.... I feel sorry for the few people who have to lead our sorry asses through these troubled times.... Bush has had the hardest presidency since Lincoln... personally, I don't have an opinion on him, but I find it silly that others decide that they can judge his policies... as if they could have done better... well if you know so much, why don't you do it?.... because they can't.... but they can still criticize, and demand that he answer to them, as if he had nothing better to do.... people never know what they want.... and if they think they do, and get it, they find it isn't what they wanted.... without exception.... and I seem to be rambling.... that'll happen.... I guess I don't vent as much as I should... I've never really opened up to anyone.... I just sit in my little corner and mutter to myself.... I don't talk to anyone, for fear of what they might think of me.... which is stupid, but my fear rules me nonetheless.... which is funny, com to think of it.... that the only thing that I can think of to fear is being myself.... My biggest fear is something millions of people have no trouble doing...    <br />
I would think I may be unique in my problem, except for the fact that no one is really unique.... it all boils down to what I said before, in that everyone is more or less a photocopy of someone else, with a few small detail changes..... armies of preps factory floor perfect, march on, slaying all others in their path ^.^.... and I have no idea why I used that smiley, but it seems appropriate, so I suppose I'll leave it there.... this seems to be getting really long.... I applaud you if you've read this far.... I really do.... and I congratulate you if you have understood any of this.... really I do.... But if I were you I would have myself checked out if you understood the majority of this.... then again, if I were you, I would have myself checked out, because I would be you, and not me, but since I was you, I would be you, which would be me, so in reality, I would be myself, and I need a psychological evaluation anyways.... but anyways.... what ever happened to pokemon?... it would have still been awesome if they had never kept releasing new games and shows.... which makes me wonder, will they ever run out if colors/stones?..... I can see it now.... fifty years from now they will be using the rejected crayola colors.... domestic abuse pokemon versions black and blue, coming may of 2057!!!..... the day I live to see that happen may just me the happiest day of my life.... notice the tactful use of the word "may" there?.... I was planning ahead for once.... if you didn't know, "procrastinators unite!- tomorrow!" is the story of my life.... which i find hilarious.... which reminds me.... why did they always... ]]></description>
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                <title>finally</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 18:22:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yeah... that research paper that was due friday in barrette's class.... i just finished it... WELL WHOOP-DE-DO....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>well whoop de-do</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 15:42:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My icon is very flashy.... yeah.... it's only a matter of time before I get annoyed and change it back.... but damn if it isn't fun while it lasts....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>lurve</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 11:46:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ found at <a href="http://k2thyme.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/k/2/k2thyme.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="k2thyme" /></a><br />
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.<br />
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I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.<br />
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I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.<br />
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We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.<br />
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I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.<br />
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I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.<br />
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I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.<br />
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I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.<br />
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We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.<br />
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I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.<br />
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I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.<br />
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I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.<br />
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I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.<br />
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I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.<br />
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I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.<br />
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I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.<br />
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I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.<br />
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I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.<br />
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I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: Love.<br />
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Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>grr</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 11:40:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ comment if you want me to do this for you.<br />
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1. I'll respond with something random about you.<br />
2. I'll challenge you to try something.<br />
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.<br />
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.<br />
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.<br />
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.<br />
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.<br />
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>well... damn.....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 22:21:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I need to get a grip.... I feel like I'm losing myself a lot of the time, holding myself back.... I'm slowly but surely suffocating myself from the  inside.... some times I hate myself.... And now I'm wallowing in self pity.... on a public scale.... whining my god-damned ass off.... I suppose this wont help me much.... just spawn worry from the few people who might read this.... and instead of pitying myself all by my lonesome.... I guess I'm just asking others to do the same.... pity this idiot.... this depressing morbid shell of what was once a person.... but I don't want anyone's pity..... I almost wonder why I'm still typing this... I guess.... I just don't want anyone else to become what I have.... a self suppressed, whiny shadow of what I always wanted to be.... or maybe... I'm just being a fucking moron.... I know there's probably about one and a half people who actually might read this.... so what the hell is the point.... sure, I'll still post it.... but what the fuck.... what do I hope to accomplish by doing this....who the hell am i trying to fool.... I'm just the average psychotic excuse for a moody teenager..... just being a depressing dipshit.... and I have nothing to fucking show for it.... it's all a fucking joke.... what the hell is the point.... fuck this<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>this should be illegal</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 15:17:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am fucking hyper out of my mind..... I drank two red bull in the space of half an hour about twenty minutes ago.... I haven't had a good amount of caffeine in such a long time..... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...... AND THERE IS NOTHING TO FUCKING DO..... ARGHHHHHHH..... ARGHHHHH....... god dammit...... ........ WHAT THE FUCKING FUCKTY FUCK..... I was so happy when i started this.... now im kinda pissed ... so im going to try to find somthing to do.....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>high-end spam</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 09:28:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ since about 4 or five days ago, I've been getting spam (snail mail style) from colleges.... apparently a 1730 on the psat is good..... so they're sending me letters...."come HERE... and we'll give you this free magazine on how great our college is!!!.... (p.s. .... if you go elsewhere, we will kill everyone you've ever loved)".... but today i got more spam... and was shocked to find not one, but two letters from Brown university!!!... I know it's just spam.... but it's high quality spam.... I'm moving up in the world of spam apparently.... if that's physically possible, that is......<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>BOOYAA</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 12:58:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ YES!!! I would keep typing in caps.... but it gets annoying... My computer, which stopped working a few days ago..... just started.... After some serious thought.... I've decided this is a miracle..... which supports my claim as the second coming of Christ.... except.... he was 'naught but a fool the first coming... which means I'm a fool... which means I'm probably wrong...  'cuz I aint no foo' fool.... enough of that...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>ungh...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 13:54:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate being sick. but more specifically, at the moment I hate being just sick enough to know that I will feel horrible tomorrow... I know I'm whining, but I cannot help it.... I just feel so drained and sore.... tomorrow is sure to be lot's of fun.....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2007 19:30:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm seriously crying on the inside right now.... the patriots just lost.... went from a fucking 21-3 lead in the first quarter to 34-38 loss.... oh well... there's still baseball....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yubbs</author>
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                <title>Goood bear</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 15:43:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ WOOT... I do not have to sleep outside in the cold tonight... There was a bear at the place we were gonna set up camp tonight... so we are setting up tomorrow morning.... which means i sleep in a warn bed tonight.... which, to be clear, is good.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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