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                <title>Whispered Not-So-Secret</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:13:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I recently discovered the secret to life.  It turns out that it's not that much of a secret after all:  ÂLove and knowledge; give and receive as much of both of those as you can.Â  My friend Nick told me that one day.  I didn't tell Nick that I already knew this, but I really appreciated that he had told me, specifically in a whispered tone.  I wanted to whisper it to someone too.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>I'm Not The Lazy Type </title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 19:25:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I realized that I'm not the lazy type over winter break.  I managed to keep my self fairly busy.  Then I got back to school and piled on the stuff to do.  Right now I only have one class, but I'm holding down 2 jobs, doing something every night, and going somewhere every weekend.  Life's just better this way.<br />
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Look forward to seeing some black and white photos in the near future!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>Home</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 12:05:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I'm excited to see my friends and family, but I've come to miss school when I'm home. I just sit on my lazy butt there.  It's only 2 weeks though, I'm sure I'll keep myself busy.  <br />
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Enjoy the holidays and the snow!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>Weekend of Glass,  Then Comes Turkey</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 08:21:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm soooo excited right now.  This weekend I'm going to Corning, NY to the museum of glass and we're staying at Alfred University.  Glass has been my life for the past few months, and I'm still really excited to see more of it!  If you ever get an opportunity to see the Corning Museum of Glass- take it!  It's a gorgeous place that you can get lost in for hours.  Plus, you learn a ridiculous amount of cool stuff without even realizing it.  <br />
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I come back Tues and leave for Thanksgiving break a few hour later.  My mouth has not stopped watering for the past few days!<br />
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>The Gift of Time</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 15:32:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OMG, I completely forgot that it was daylight savings time last night!  This whole day I felt guilty for sleeping in and then rushed through everything.  I got the greatest feeling when I showed up an hour early for something!  The one thing that everyone always complains about is not having enough time, and I got extra today!  <br />
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Sooo... what am I gonna do with the extra hour?<br />
BAKE MINI MUFFINS<br />
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I hope u enjoyed your extra hour too.<br />
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PS: I will be updating eventually.  I have a bunch of pictures to take.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>My dear Watkin's</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 18:13:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I finally put some new pics up.  They're actually from this summer, but I never got around to posting them.  I took a million of them with my old camera which sucked, so the pics require some major editing.  I don't have the time to do that, so I posted some good ones... and a blurry one.  I hope u enjoy anyway.  It's better in person.  If u love nature, or need some meditation time:  this is the place to go.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Hmmm</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 13:37:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I haven't updated in a freakishly long time, so I decided to at least change my journal.  I'm back at school after a long summer of working.  Hopefully, I'll start updating my work soon.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fucking nutZ</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 20:22:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ RISD Is a crazy place.  Shall we start with Z day?  It was fucking ZOMBIE DAY bitches.  Bout 100 Risds got together in crazy clothes and fake blood, marched to thayer St.  and terrorized as many ppl (especially the ones at starbucks) as we good.  <br />
OH, BUT IT GETS BETTER!  Then we move onto Brown!!!  Ppl there had some good reactions... they screamed and ran.  The ppl on thayer just laughed and took pics on cell phones.  We ran (and by ran I mean limp ran) through one of their dorms after some brown kid let us in.  BUT THE BEST PART:  We fucking crashed a frat party!  Zombies crashed a frat party... now that's good shit!<br />
Tonight we had a Risd/Brown Drag show.  Very entertaining but the MC sucked.  <br />
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Insert sigh of contentness at having an amusing as hell weekend.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Happy bday to me!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 15:49:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So yeah, it's my bday tomorrow and I'm excited that I'm actually gonna do stuff to celebrate cuz I haven't really done that in years.  Tonight I'm going to a ball that's at my school.  I'm going in jeans... and I don't really care.  tomorrow I'm going on a field trip which I thought was gonna suck, but my sis, her best friend and my best friend are coming to crash it so life will be awesome.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Happy Easter</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 15:25:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey Happy Easter everyone. Enjoy your chocolate eggs that have clearly come from bunnies!  After this week of Hell otherwise known as midterm week, I'm piss in my pants excited to spend time chillaxing with family and friends.<br />
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Peace.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Spring Break</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 19:24:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So wahoo spring break.  I'm going home... to work.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Kickass</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 18:57:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Three Reasons why this fri is going to kick ass:<br />
3. Guster concert<br />
2.  The Price is RISD (like the price is right, except RISD style)<br />
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1. I'M GOING TO OFFICIALLY (well close to officially) BE A GLASS MAJOR!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Updation</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 19:53:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I've been slowly updating some of my work... there's still a lot more but I can never motivate myself to do it all at once.  whatever.  I'm really lazy right now too cuz I gots a lot to say about kickass glassblowing, but I'll save that for a day when I'm uber hyper and can explain all of the bill nye the science guy shit that goes down in the hot shop.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Left Nostrils and Sushi</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2007 18:25:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I haven't updated since b4 thanksgiving... sorry about that.  My xmas break was less than I hoped for cuz I spent all my time at work or sleeping cuz I was sick.  At least I'll get a good paycheck.  I was so fucking ready to party new years but I totally slept thru it.  Ooops.<br />
Anyway, I should be uber pumped cuz I start glass blowing tomorrow which has been my dream for the past few years (can I get a whoop whoop), but my left nostril is still refusing to work and I wish that I was still at home in bead.  I think I'll manage to survive tho.<br />
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I also got a kickass fish from sognatore for xmas which I have now named Sushi.  He/she/it will accompany me back to school after next weekend when I finish sleeping off this cold.<br />
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P.S. sorry I never wished anyone a merry xmas or happy new year.  I was piss-in-my-pants excited for both when I got done with classes.<br />
Also- look out for an art explosion soon, I have many pictures and finally some free time to post them!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Booya Grandma!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2006 18:58:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I totally partied my butt off this weekend and had a shit ton of work to do today and got more than all of it done!<br />
Today I:<br />
Woke up at noon<br />
Wrote an art history paper<br />
Drew 17 self portraits<br />
Did dishes (in a fuckin dorm bathroom)<br />
went to the gym<br />
and now I'm going to update my art work, study for art history, read, and finally sleep.<br />
BOOYA GRANDMA!!!<br />
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...so I lied about updating my artwork on DA cuz my camera refuses to connect to my computer at the moment...<br /><br />I'm soooo fucking psyched for Thanksgiving!!!  Boo for having classes tomorrow and Tues. ]]></description>
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                <title>Typical artschool week</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2006 20:38:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here's The homework I have to do this weekend:<br />
Draw 25 self portraits<br />
Build a chair out of cardboard with 2 1/4 models<br />
Draw 1440 frames of an animation<br />
Write a 5-7pg paper<br />
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Good old art school<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>Artists Gots Balls</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 17:28:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I went to my first ever RISD artist ball.  It kicked ass although I was groped by quite a few men who I've never seen before.  Whatever, that's what happens at a dance.<br />
Anyway, everyone dressed up for it and cuz I go to art school, the costumes kicked ass.  There was someone who was dressed as a contestant from Double Dare!!! There's an inside joke I have with one of my friends about that show and I couldn't stop laughing everytime I saw that guy.<br />
There was a DJ for most of the night, but a crazy marching band played for about 45 min.  They were all dressed in costumes and played songs of everything from nightmare before xmas to R. Kelly.  It was pretty frickin' cool. <br />
The only major down part was that  I was wearing a dalmation body suit that made me overheat every 2 seconds.  Luckily it was cold outside, but I still wanted to go streaking when it was done.<br />
I can't wait for spring ball! It's the day before my birthday, but I don't think we get to dress up for it<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>Advice</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 19:25:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One piece of advice:  If you ever get the chance to see MSI live FUCKING GO FOR IT.  (I saw them monday night even  though I had class the next morning at 8:30)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>2 Hour Senator</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 19:35:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Soooo tonight I was going to go see the senator of Illinois speak.  Why? you might ask.  Honestly, I have no idea.  It seemed like the intelligent thing to do.. and it was free.  So I waited in line with my friend for 2 hours to get into the spill over seating section.  After 20 minutes of staring at a blank screen, some guy came on and said that the senator was running late and they had no idea when he would be there.  I couldn't wait anymore, so we ended up leaving.  I couldn't help but think about how much work I could have gotten done in those 2 hrs.  I'm not saying that chilling with my friend sucked or that it wouldn't have been worth seeing him speak, but there are limits.<br />
On a happier note, the night before, I saw Jenny Holzer speak.  Jenny Holzer is an instillation artist who usually projects phrases or poems onto buildings (she does more than  that, I was just giving you an idea of what she does).  I saw some of her projections the other night at a waterfire. They made me think.  She also projected on the capitol building in Providence, RI.  The mayor was at the speaking and he presented her with a really nice citation.  I encourage you to google her if you're into public art.  She's projected onto the Louvre, in the guggenheim, and all over the world.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>Peevish</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 17:33:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I had my first drawing class today.  I was nervous because I'm not the best at observational drawing, but we mostly did blind contour drawings so they didn't have to look like anything recognizable.  I'm pretty pumped because we're only using compressed charcoal and newsprint all semester long which means I don't have to buy a ton of expensive art supplies.  I'm a penny pincher.  The down side is that I'm going to be eternally covered in charcoal for the rest of the semester, and possibly, my life.  I can't stand having dirt underneath my fingernails and it's the only place that will never be truely clean again.  Ack <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/doh.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":doh:" title="Doh!" />, guess it's time to paint my nails so I won't be able to tell. ]]></description>
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                <title>Anniversary, Nervousness, and Waterfire</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 14:07:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So let me first acknowledge that it's the fifth anniversary of 9/11.  I just ask that people take a moment to reflect what happened that day and how it has impacted the world (because it has greatly).  If you really want to know how I feel about that day, you can check out a poem that's been in my gallery for a while (So Long In Coming).  It's old, but it still reflects exactly how I feel.<br />
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Now that that's done I must say that: I'M BACK SUCKERS!  I'm finally at school and in a place where I can actually update my gallery.  Lack of time and lack of an internet connection that works with me have been the reasons why nothing has been posted in... forever.  I'm at art school so I will be creating art work to show off. I won't have much free time to update so it will probably come in bursts.  We'll see, but I'm not making any guarantees.<br />
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So here's the personal shit:<br />
I moved into school Saturday.  I was scared shitless.  It's still awkward but not to the point where I worry so much that I make myself sick. It's just different and will take time getting used to. I keep telling myself that I'm just on vacation because it feels that way; the days are great, the night life is great, but I feel like I'm living in a fucking hostel (not a dirty one).  The bathrooms remind me of something I'd see in a mall.  Therefore, when I take a shower, I feel like I'm taking it in my hometown mall.  Plus, it always smells bad.  <br />
On top of the bathrooms, I don't care for my dorm.  It's really bland and awkward.  There's no door on the closet so you can see all my shit.  The thing that really bothers me is that I can't sleep.  I hear everything in the dorm, in the city outside my window, and I get the light from the hall and the city.  I've woken up long before my alarm every day that I've been here.  Once I get used to it, I'm going to be a very sound sleeper.<br />
Anyway, it's not all bad.  Like I said, the days and nights are really fun.  I went on a seven hour orientation yesterday, but it was the most fun I've had in a while cuz my group kicked ass and we  played games all day.  Then we went to a barbeque on a farm and section of beach owned by my school!  Again, we played games and talked all night.<br />
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The best part of Providence that I would recommend to everyone is a piece of art called "Waterfire."  Every saturday night from late spring to early fall 100 stationary, floating fire pots are lit along the river in downtown providence. There's music (sometimes a live band), other entertainment, vendors, and hundreds of people.  It's gorgeous and made me lose my nervousness my first night.  I walked alone along the river getting lost in the crowd and beauty.  I felt comfortable and wished that I knew someone really well because it was soooo intimate.  I really wanted a boyfriend to make out with and cuddle with.  Instead I took  a ton of pictures and watched fire dancers (for lack of something better to call them).  They had chains with flammable balls attached to the end and they danced around.  It was entrancing.  So now I'm going to go post my pictures of the fire dancers, waterfire, and some other random crap.<br />
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If you've made it this far; thanx for giving a fuck about me.  I miss u guys like you would not believe. ]]></description>
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                <title>Happy Easter</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2006 19:45:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had an awesome Easter!  I saw my crazy ass family and I DROVE a BMW Z4.  For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a really sweet ass car.  And the top was down on a beautiful spring day.  I technically wasn't supposed to drive it.  Only my cousin was because it was my Aunt's friend's and she had only had it for 2 weeks!  I was more than a little nervous getting into the driver's seat, but I wouldn't have passed up that opportunity.  70 was the fastest I went, but it felt like I was going 100.  It was incredible.  You could have gone 70 up a hill easily because the pick up was that great.  I'm a little depressed writing about it now because I don't know when I'll get another chance to drive.  Prolly not for a very long time <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/t/tears.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":tears:" title="Tears" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Extinguished Pasteries</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 18:40:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I work in a bakery.  It's small.  And today a little girl bumped into a fire extinguisher without a pin in it.  White powder got everywhere.  Including my lungs.  I can still hear them rattle.  We had to throw away all the pastries, all the bread, and basically everything that could be thrown away (napkins, plastic ware, etc.).  Then we had to clean a layer of white off of everything.  <br />
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Don't get me wrong, this sucked considering there were 8 of us, multiple trash cans and carts to haul away dishes in an extremely small, tight space. But it was also extremely amusing at the same time.  I guess I have a really twisted sense of humor cuz I laugh over spilled milk instead of crying.  It was kinda funny cleaning in between each blade in a bread slicer and trying to scramble around for anything that was under the counter and wasn't ruined.  Plus, I got to watch a manager who pisses me off (he usually just stands there while his employees work their asses off) actually work!!!  It was amazing and quite satisfying.  Plus, seeing a bakery covered in white powder makes me think the Pillsbury Dough Boy got a little too excited one day. ]]></description>
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                <title>2% Normal</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 15:03:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ At the end of this message, you are asked a question.<br />
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By the way, I'm 2% normal because I thought of a green saw!!!  That makes me excited.<br />
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O yeah, Happy New Year to all.  Mine started with karma kicking my ass cuz I didn't make any new year's resolutions.  I figure I'm on a self-improvement crusade anyway... yeah right.<br />
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Anyway, there was a snow storm and I had to work the next day so I figured I would leave the party I was at at about 1.  I hit the button to unlock my car and opened the unlocked door only for the car alarm to go off anyway!!!  This should have been a si... ]]></description>
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                <title>Feliz Navidad y Prospero Año</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 19:24:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I decided to update and let ppl know that I'm still alive.  I will be updating soon.  I'm in AP art now so I'll be fixing up my portfolio and shooting it soon.  I'll update all at once prolly.  Prepare to be bombarded by art in the near future.  I also had pottery and photography this semester so be on the look out for that too.<br />
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Anyways, I hope you've all had a less stressful holiday season than I've had but I must say that I did learn something.  I figured out the perfect gift for the person you hate to get gifts for but you have to for some odd reason... like their related to you.  You know... that cousin who's the black sheep of the family... the one who goes to Vegas and marries an Elvis impersonater because they think that they actually are Elvis.  Trust me, everyone knows some one like this and if you really can't think of who it is; IT'S YOU.<br />
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This is what you do:  you go to the store... no, I lied, go to a neighborhood with a lot of lit up houses.  Find the tackiest light up decoration and steel it.  If you are a moral person, consider this to be an act of charity.  Give it to your relative and tell them the following story with as much overdramatic acting as you can manage:  " I found this in the store the other day and it just reminded me so much of you!  It's just ... (let a tear come to your eye) so bright ... (stammer a little when you say this) and cheery (weep)."  Trust me, either that person will love you forever or never talk to you again.<br />
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And if your Jewish (no, I didn't forget you)... I highly recommend that you do the exact same thing, except make it a point to find a light up santa.  Preferably one that moves.  Your story is going to be the same except your going to start off with the line "If you set aside the facts that we're Jewish and this is a Santa..."  Add some stuff in about them being jolly.<br />
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I'm done with my random wisdomosity now.  Let me say something that I can say to everyone regardless of religion, age, race, etc... "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" ]]></description>
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                <title>Today was NOT Normal</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 18:13:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today was not a normal day!  One of the kids in my grade died.  I'm a frickin senior.  Shit like this shouldn't happen until after graduation.  This is a huge deal in my town cuz shit like this never happens here.  The last kid that died in a car crash died a few years ago.  <br />
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The administration told us to go to our normal classes and go through a normal day.  That made me mad.  It reminded me of why I was so mad after 9/11.  IT'S NOT A NORMAL DAY so stop pretending it's one.  Tommorow I can go back to trying to be normal, but today my feelings are stronger than I am.  <br />
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Here's some advice that you'll never get when your in highschool and maybe never: Not everyday has to be normal.  You shouldn't be pressured into trying to act normal when your world is upside down.  I know it sounds like a paradox but IT'S OKAY to not be okay sometimes.  <br />
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In highschool there may be right and wrong answers to every question.  But life has unanswerable questions, and tragedies, and things that are just not fair.  Things will get back to normal.<br />
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I did come home early.  They let some ppl leave as long as there was someone home for them.  I had to re-do a self portrait but I really didn't want to.  I knew I would really have to sit down and look at myself and process my thoughts. I'm a very busy person so when I go to bed at night I think about what I have to do.  I regret that.  I'd rather be thinking about what's really important in my life.  <br />
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So I came home and paced around a silent house (my mom and sister left for work and school) and cried and talked to myself.  It was very theraputic, but when I sat down to do preliminary sketches for my portrait, I still couldn't do it.  I spread the larger sheet of paper out and sat and stared at myself in a mirror closet door.  I sat there for a long time before I drew myself with an empty page in front of me.  When I post it I'll dedicate it to the kid that died. ]]></description>
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                <title>Frickin Sweet</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2005 17:02:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a wicked awesome night last night.  I went to go see my favorite band Our Lady Peace.  They were amazing.  I loved their newest CD already, but it sounded even more amazing in concert.  I knew every song they played and screamed so long and loud that I almost puked.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/headbang.gif" width="47" height="16" alt=":headbang:" title="Headbang!" />  (Seriously, you scream for an hour and a half at the top of your lungs and see if you don't.)  Afterwards it was wicked warm outside and we hung out in the parking lot for a while to let it clear out some.  Then we went to a diner at about 2 in the morning and I had a waffle with strawberries and a mountain of whip cream.  I love diner food.<br />
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                <title>Update for good reason</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 13:16:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I said "fuck it" yesterday after I wrote my depressing journal and bought tickets to that concert!  I'm very happy now.  It gives me something to look forward to.  So yeah, the point is that I will manage to survive this year. ]]></description>
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                <title>Update for no reason</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2005 14:52:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here's a random update of my life:  I HAVE NO TIME.  I'm ridiculously stressed out and I don't have weekends to fall back on cuz I have to work 8 hour shifts.  I have an AP art class so I'll update when Sognatore lets me borrow her camera cuz ebjcoat still has mine.  Yeah... I have nothing to say except that I'm mad at myself because I'm so frickin responsible.  I won't go see a concert of my favorite band of all time because the concert is during the school week at a venue that is about an hour away.  I might just say "fuck it" and go.  I hope I do cuz I haven't (and won't) do anything for myself while I'm working so hard. ]]></description>
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                <title>Red Badge Of Courage (not the book)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2005 12:15:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My little 8 year old cousin and his sister came to stay over my house last night.  As Alex walked in the door, I saw he had a huge bruise on the side of his head.  I thought something had fallen on him or somehow he smacked his head.  I mean it was a big bruise.<br />
Apparently, it was rug burn!!!!!  This cracks me up to no end.  He had gotten his head stuck under his sister's bed.  Instead of calling for his mom to just lift up the bed, he pulled it out on his own!<br />
Talk about red badges of courage.  When I was little, I flaunted it if I managed to have rug burn on both my knees at the same time.  But man, Alex topped me!  That was just incredible.  He went all out with that one. ]]></description>
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                <title>Toga Times</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 14:41:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mysis had her 21st bday party yesterday.<br />
It was a toga party.  Most ppl got smashed.  My mom took their keys and they set up tents in the yard.  There was still someone here at 4 this afternoon.  I didn't get up until 1.  I definately didn't get to sleep until sometime after 4 and I hadn't slept the night before.  <br />
The toga's were awesome though.  Even the ones made out of trash bags looked good. Some kid came as a ceasar salad!  He looked incredible.  He had plastic leaves and vegetable and real croutons all over him!! He put a cucumber right where his private parts are and attatched fishing line to the end of it so he could raise it!!!  Eventually the cucumber fell off, but there were many a disturbing things that went on with it for the rest of the night. <br />
My toga was just a piece of cloth wrapped around me.  I put leaves over my private parts though lol.  Everyone's toga was off by about 10:30 though.  They were so drunk that they just kept tripping over them.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/beer.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":beer:" title="Beer before Liquor; will get you sicker" /><br />
I didn't even get tipsy in case u were wondering.  But I had fun laughing at the smashed ppl attempting to freestyle (rap) and play beer pong at 3 in the morning. <br />
I have no idea what time ppl went to bed, but I finally had to go at about 4 or else I would have fallen asleep standing.  Oy, can't wait to throw a huge graduation party next year with all my crazy friends! ]]></description>
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                <title>Conneticon</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 16:07:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OMG, I had the most fun at Conneticon.  First off, there were hot guys EVERYWHERE.  Then there were awesome cosplaying ppl.  There was a guy who looked exactly like Capt Jack Sparrow and another who won the cosplay award for being Edward Scissorhands.<br />
There were awesome games like DDR everywhere.  I was in a DDR competition but I couldn't stay on the pad because it wasn't what I was used to.  I made it to the second round by default (the guy I was supposed to go against never showed).  Then I went against a crazy good guy.  He was cool.  I told him I was intending on letting him win anyway so we did fun songs for our picks.  The random song we got was Max 300!!!!  A little more than halfway through the song I literally said "Fuck it" and started shaking my ass and crazy dancing.   It was fun.  BTW, the guy I played against won and got a metal pad as the prize.<br />
There was also boffing which is sword fighting with styrofoam swords.  The championship round had a pirate vs. a ninja.  It went on for a while but the pirate eventually won.  <br />
It was cool, definately the most fun I had all summer.<br />
OOO... my friend just sent me the link of her pics from Conneticon.  Here it is: <a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v113/smorggie/ctcon05/?start=0">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>Happy Days</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 17:34:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cow.gif" alt="Moo" title="Moo" /> Me want draw!<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Pon de Replay by Rihanna<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Great Gatsby<br /><br />Woot.  I got a free week's subscription.  If I get a job I will get a more permanent one.  It's quite amazing.<br />
Anyways, we're having a 4th bash tomorrow.  My mom's driving me mad with cleaning every section of the house.  But I'm looking forward to my crazy family and an excess of food (and showing off my art).<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/flagus.gif" width="20" height="13" alt=":flagus:" title="United States of America" /> So Happy 4th everyone!  Hope u celebrate with excessive hotdogs, hamburgers, and thing that explode and rain pretty flaming thingies!!!!!!<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/flagus.gif" width="20" height="13" alt=":flagus:" title="United States of America" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>High Power Toothbrush and Elbow Licking</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2005 14:33:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have u ever been in a really serious situation and suddenly a really funny thought pops into your head?   I was at the dentist today and while the lady had the really sharp pointy object in my mouth I suddenly thought of the fact that most ppl can't lick their elbows.  I started to imagine one of my friends doing it and almost burst out laughing hysterically.  Luckily I didn't cuz I was horrified that I would be massacred by a small, sharp, pointy object in my mouth.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/k/katana.gif" width="40" height="25" alt=":katana:" title="Fear the katana!" /><br />
Then I was amazed by the laundry list of flavors for the flouride.  I picked raspberry... that was one fucked up raspberry.  Then she told me that I couldn't eat or drink for one hr and at that precise moment I remebered I hadn't eaten anything all day and realized I was starving.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hungry.gif" width="33" height="21" alt=":hungry:" title="I am famished!" />  Hmmm.. at least it wasn't a boring day.<br />
Oh yeah, haven't updated in a while.  I have a crapload of paintings and a couple of sketches and an ID to put up.  For some reason my computer has been refusing to let me fully upload stuff.  Hopefully that will change soon   <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crash.gif" width="35" height="30" alt=":crash:" title="Crash" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>FFFOOOODDDDDD  FIIIGGGHHTT</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 15:06:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ O man, today there was a food fight at my lunch.  It was planned, but it didn't seem like it was gonna happen cuz the hall monitors came to watch the "trouble table."  But all Hell broke loose about 2 min before my lunch ended.  It was hilarious.  Something was launched and within 2 seconds the entire cafeteria was divided, everyone heading for a side or cover.<br />
A few of my friends and I tried to hide behind a vending machine on the side.  We didn't get hit but we had an excellent view of the chaos.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pie.gif" width="22" height="22" alt=":pie:" title="Yummy pie!" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lemon.gif" width="20" height="20" alt=":lemon:" title="A lemon." /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cookie.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":biscuit:" title="Biscuit" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/t/tea.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":tea:" title="Tea" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/t/toast.gif" width="15" height="16" alt=":toast:" title="Toast" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sunnysideup.gif" width="30" height="17" alt=":sunnysideup:" title="Sunny-side up" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/gummybear.gif" width="15" height="20" alt=":gummybear:" title="Gummybear" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/donut.gif" width="20" height="20" alt=":donut:" title="Donut" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pepsi.gif" width="20" height="20" alt=":pepsi:" title="Pepsi" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pretzel.gif" width="20" height="20" alt=":pretzel:" title="Pretzel" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/o/orange.gif" width="17" height="28" alt=":orange:" title="Orange" /><br />
Also, on a less amusing note, my car was hit today.  A friend of mine backed up into my car.  Don't worry, no one was hurt.  I wasn't even in my near my car when it happened.  <br />
The number of missing hubcaps on my car is now up to 2.  Don't ask me how I lost the other one cuz I have no clue. ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>Most amazing day ever</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2005 13:32:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, I know Fridays are amazing but this one completely kicked all other fridays' ass.  <br />
The first amazing thing was that I got into AP studio art at my school.  Basically that means I get my ass kicked for an entire semester by an amazing art teacher and hopefully create a kick-ass portfolio to get into any art school I want.  Woot.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/excited.gif" width="23" height="19" alt=":excited:" title="OMG! I can't contain my excitement!" /><br />
U've never seen a group of more nervous ppl than the ppl who applied were.  We had to wait for the teacher to finish lecturing his class and take us all aside.  When he finally called the 7 of us, my heart was racing.  I just sat there on the bench with my emotions going nuts.  I wasn't even this nervous when I took my driving test.  <br />
Seriously, at first, I couldn't keep myself from bursting out laughing.  It's like when u think of something absolutely hilarious when u have to keep a straight face.  I avoided looking at my art teachers.  <br />
Then my stomach completely turned over and I had to keep myself from crying.  Even after he said that we had all gotten in, my emotions were still bouncing off the walls.<br />
For the rest of the day I was still working off the nervous energy.  I never stopped fidgeting or drawing.  Even my most boring classes seemed exciting cuz I couldn't stop doodling.  <br />
Then, after school, we had our end-of-the-year party for the Gay/straight alliance.  We invited another school's GSA and a ton of ppl from our town showed up.  It was great fun.  We had it at a local park.  We played twister, wiffle(?) ball, and ultimate frisbee.  We had a pinata and a whip cream eating contest.  It was hilarious.  The ultimate frisbee game was gays vs straights.  The gays won by a lot.   <br />
Later that evening, my sister, a friend, and I went to an art opening of local artists.  It was wicked nice.  All kinds of cool stuff was for sale.  There was glass kalidascopes and jewelry and other really cool stuff.  I ended up covered in dog hair and slobber cuz there was a dog there.  I'm such a sucker for dogs.<br />
In all, it was an abso-fucking-lutely amazing day.  I wish every day was that fun. ]]></description>
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                <title>When Pissed Off...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 15:13:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, today my mother and I got into a  fight over something really stupid.   She later appologized and said she was  frustrated.  I got over it quickly but  I have to say that I was REALLY ripped  at the time.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pissed.gif" width="15" height="20" alt=":pissed:" title="Pissed" /><br />
But I don't want to put my bitching  here.  I just want to give u some  advice about fighting.  First off,   JUST FIGHT instead of holding it  inside.  It may seem stupid but it  everyone involved more in the future if  u don't. <br />
And secondly (this is what I learned  from today's fight) don't ever use the  immature, two-year-old's respose of "If  I can't have it No one can."  My mom  used that general response in this  fight and it made me want to laugh in  her face.  If u ever use this in a  fight (and ur older than 2) then the  other person(s) in the fight will lose  all respect for what u r fighting for.   Plus, u run the risk of getting laughed  at.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/stupid.gif" width="44" height="46" alt=":stupid:" title="Stupid" /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>master piece</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2005 14:47:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ooofff, finally my amount of stress has  gone down.  Not that I don't have shit  to get done, but most of it isn't  nearly as time consuming as the other  crap I've had to deal with. <br />
I finally got to submit something too.   Check out my latest poem called "so  long in coming."  It's definately the  best poem I've ever done.  I have one  painting that I'm still sketching out  and another one that I'll prolly start  tonight.  <br />
I just felt that I should update and  let ppl know that I still exist. ]]></description>
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                <title>OMG, I had a confusing day</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 14:48:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Holy shit, i've never been so confused  and left wondering in my entire life.   First, I come home and the culligan man  is sitting in my driveway.  I figure  he's locked out cuz no one is home.  He  is. Kinda.<br />
<br />
My mom told him the door would be  unlocked BUT this door sticks really  badly.  So when he went to go in, he  shoved his whole weight against it when  it wouldn't open.  He broke part of the  door frame cuz my sister must have  locked it.<br />
Then, when i get that messed as squared  away as I can, the doorbell rings.  I  ignored it cuz I didn't recognize the  car and thought it was a door-to-door  salesman.  <br />
<br />
Then, as soon as I got online some one  IMed me.  I didn't recognize the screen  name and they said that they were at  their friend's house anyway.  They said  their name was Amanda, but I know a few  Amandas so I picked the most logical  one it could be.  Soon we started  talking about our plans for the  weekend, but I quickly realized that I  wasn't talking to the person I thought  I was talking to.  <br />
<br />
She kept mentioning someone else that I  didn't know either, but she said stuff  that made me think she knew me.  I had  (and still have) no idea who she was,  but she asked me if she could stop by  sometime.  Yeah... no.  That whole  conversation completely threw me for a  loop cuz she told me her last name too,  but I still didn't know who she was  even though the name sounded familiar. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":o" title=":o (Eek)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>day of silence</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 14:39:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, today is a national day of  silence which is " a national youth  movement protesting the silence faced  by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and  transgender people and their allies."  (go to <a href="http://www.dayofsilence.org">[link]</a> if u want to learn more).   By the way don't assume anything about  my sexuality because I did this.  The  majority of people who did it aren't  gay.  So here's my mini rant about the  teenagers at my school who have a lack  of respect for anything.<br />
<br />
First off, I was kinda pissed at some  of the people who I thought would  support me.  They didn't even  acknowledge that it was for a cause and  immediately turned it into a game of  "let's try to make Bane talk."  I even  avoided hanging out with my friends cuz  they were the worst.  I don't ask to be  taken seriously often and I don't want  pity, I just feel like I deserve some  support sometimes.  Being silent isn't  hard for me until someone starts  antagonizing me.  That's the whole  point of the day of silence!  I was  expecting to take heat from other  people, but not my friends, or some of  the logical (as I once thought they  were) people who couldn't even  understand the concept of day of  silence.<br />
<br />
Then, at lunch, one of the popular kids  started a rant because he's homophobic,  but it wasn't just a rant about gay  people.  He ranted about anything just  to try to demean the cause.  He said we  should have a day of silence for all  the times white kids in our town get  beat up by black kids.  FYI: there are  less than 5 black kids (but they're  nice kids) in our school in an  UPPER-MIDDLECLASS TOWN, so don't give  me that bullshit. If he's stupid enough  to go into a bad neighborhood, it's his  own damn fault. He also went on to yell  about how people should speak english  in America and how he can't even speak  english in his own country.  Again, we  have less than 5 people in our school  who can't speak english well (I never  said they couldn't speak it at all) and  that's just cuz they're foreign  exchange students. <br />
<br />
Don't get me wrong, he wasn't yelling  directly at me, and I was even laughing  because it was so ridiculous.  I don't  think he wanted to be taken seriously  seriously, but sadly some people will  take it that way.   It's not like I  wasn't supported by some people who I  wasn't expecting to be supported by,  but the disrespect was much stronger  than the respect. ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>I can juggle</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 12:46:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I CAN JUGGLE!!!<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/juggle.gif" width="31" height="34" alt=":juggle:" title="Juggle" /> I CAN JUGGLE!!<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/juggle.gif" width="31" height="34" alt=":juggle:" title="Juggle" />  I CAN  JUGGLE!!!<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/juggle.gif" width="31" height="34" alt=":juggle:" title="Juggle" />  Now that I've mentioned it,  let me tell u that it has taken 17 yrs  to motivate my ass to juggle... then it  took me 5 hrs to learn how to do it.   So fuck yes, I am excited.  I'm working  my way up to being able to do it for 5  min without dropping anything.  I can  do it for about 1, so I got a long way  to go.  Oh yeah, did I mention that I  CAN JUGGLE?!? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/juggle.gif" width="31" height="34" alt=":juggle:" title="Juggle" /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>today, I ran... recreationally</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 15:00:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Whoa, I don't understand why ppl run  recreationally.  I really don't.  The  whole continually- out-of-breath thing  just blows my mind.  They're always  hunched over panting like a dog and  saying " I feel so good, I feel so  alive!" afterwards.  How can u say u  feel so alive when u feel as if ur  lungs are on fire???<br />
Get this though... today, I ran  recreationally.  I never said  intentionally though.  It was a  combination of cabin fever and wanting  to take a WALK, not having enough time,  and waaaayyyyy too much caffiene.  I  got out the door and I just started to  run.  I didn't even want to run, but  walking was just way too slow.  So I  gave in.  I couldn't stop, my legs  wouldn't let me.  I felt like my heart  was going to explode afterwards.  Plus,  I'm have asthma(?), so I'm hacking up a  lung right now.   Yeah... today, I  ran... recreationally<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sprint.gif" width="101" height="20" alt=":sprint:" title="Time to haul ass out of here!" /> ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>s stands for suicide</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 17:19:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, my happy mood went to pissed off  in literally the blink of an eye.  I  was flipping through my spanish  dictionary while I was doing my spanish  project and this concept that I've been  sitting on for a while really hit me  like a ton of bricks.  This is kinda  depressing, but it's definately a topic  worth metioning.  I copied this from my  private "pour my heart out" journal.-<br />
I hate dictionaries.  I've come to  dislike words in general.  They take  any meaning behind a word an emotion  (or anything in general) and turn it  into black symbols on a white page that  don't mean shit if u think about it.  A  human emotion turned black and white.   Life is not black and white.<br />
I was looking through my spanish  dictionary when the word "suicide"  caught my eye for no apparent reason.   I just got pissed off because it seemed  so secondary, so normal nestled in  between a bunch of "normal" words on a  page.  It means so much more than that.   To anyone.  No matter if ur against  it, for it, know someone who has done  it, wanted to do it urself, etc.<br />
This is why I like art.  It's a way to  get messages across without running  into boundaries and technical rules.   The artist in me is already finding a  way to express my frustrations on  canvas.  I need photoshop NOW! ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>food is good</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 14:35:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mmmm... food is good.  I'm hungry if u  couldn't tell.  I'm actually jealous of  the sims  in the sims2 cuz  i think  they eat better than I do sometimes.   Damn, now I want chili con carne... ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>blah</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2005 12:36:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ blah, rainy day.  Nothing going right.   Bored and moody.  Is it bed time yet?  Blah. ]]></description>
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                <title>Whoa</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 14:06:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Whoa, I've got that whole psychedelic  trip thing going on. No, I don't mean  I'm on drugs.  It's just that Thursdays  always feel like fridays, but they  aren't.  Today kinda was though cuz I  have tomorrow off.  Okay... I'll stop  talking now. ]]></description>
                <author>*bane-goes-moo</author>
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                <title>woot</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 14:22:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ woot, finally a deviant.  It took a  long time and a lot of frustration...  stupid aol, but I won't get into that  right now.  I just really need  photoshop now and then I will never get  off of the computer!!!  Sorry my images  kinda suck, my scanner program is the  only thing I've got to edit the  scans... which basically means I can't  edit at all.  Oh well, I will  survive... your lucky I'm not going to  sing the rest ]]></description>
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