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                <title>a revelation</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 18:02:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=637586012&ref=name">Facebook</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://darkly-radiant.deviantart.com/gallery/">Gallery</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://twiggyphoto.darkfolio.com/">dA Portfolio</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/deviants/add/darkly-radiant">Watch Me</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/notes/?to%3DBloodPromiser">Note Me</a><br /><br /><sub>"The human spirit. The heroic in man. The aspiration and the fulfillment, both. Uplifted in its quest Â and uplifting by its own essence. Seeking God Â and finding itself. Showing that there is no higher reach beyond its own form..."<br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Texture by `<a class="u" href="http://princess-of-shadows.deviantart.com/">Princess-of-Shadows</a></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>to do list</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:24:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=637586012&ref=name">Facebook</a>  l  <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=71697459">Myspace</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://darkly-radiant.deviantart.com/gallery/">Gallery</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://twiggyphoto.darkfolio.com/">dA Portfolio</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/deviants/add/darkly-radiant">Watch Me</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/notes/?to%3DBloodPromiser">Note Me</a><br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> get into college...asap.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> get an A in ap physics. um lol there is already an "a" in that, but yeah.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> draw, draw, draw...<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> learn every aspect of calculus, with the goal of finding an equation for a sfwloosh.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> make a plush octopus....no, <i>septipus.</i><br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> make a plush camera....lol...<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> learn the strange and fascinating mysteries of photography...and perhaps get another camera...or two...<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> discover more amazing music via internet<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> buy cds of said music<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> find out what the hell i want to do with my life<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> find out why I have no friends and possibly remedy the situation (or possibly retreat into my imagination)<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> have some fun in my last year of high school...and bring the ol' nikon so i can upload pix of it all to facebook<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> untangle the physics-calculus web and reveal the surprising incestuous connections between the two <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> (with the hopes that it will make physics more enjoyable for me somehow)<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> find that perfect guy...or just dream him up. build him, mold him out of the thoughts and dreams and perceptions in my head, and bring him to life somehow...<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> write, write, write. write everything.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> make metalworking my newest passion<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> master ceramics. do something sculptural that no one's done before.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> avoid the raptors somehow....unless they agree to eat casey!! <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq87/blewuppluto/raptoreatcasey.jpg">[link]</a> <br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletgreen.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletgreen:" title="Bullet; Green" /> make 1000 paper cranes.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/bulletpurple.gif" width="10" height="10" alt=":bulletpurple:" title="Bullet; Purple" /> re... ]]></description>
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                <title>do you ever...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 17:19:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>...know something is entirely wrong and awful and do it anyway?<br /><br />And then wake up the next day wondering what the hell is wrong with you?<br /><br /><i><b>Please please please read this. Even though it's long. I just need somebody to tell me something. Anything. I'm losing my mind.</b></i><br /><br />Anybody wanna try to psychoanalyze me? Because I can't really do it myself right now. I'm too emotionally unstable, in a way that makes me wonder if I'm bipolar or something all of a sudden, or if I'm just having a really weird experience. (Maybe it was food poisoning? Haha.)<br /><br />So I sort of have a boyfriend. Surprise! That's sort of what it was like for me, too. Like, click. He's the sweetest person ever. Ever. He has to tell me I'm wonderful in some new, heartfelt way, every time I talk to him. And I think he means it, really. Because I have sort of known him a while.<br /><br />Only problem is, he's at community college because he dropped out of school last year, and we've only been talking online and with text. The chatting online thing bothers the hell out of me. Because I've always felt like it was so impersonal, really. That's pretty much in my genetic makeup it's so firmly fixed in my head. I can't stand texting. It's antisocial. I never text, dammit.<br /><br />So why the hell can't he be cute? Maybe even slightly cute? Nope, he has to be the most unattractive person ever. Which shouldn't bother me if I'm not a discriminatory little bitch, right? Dammit!<br /><br />So now I'm selfish because I want someone better looking. Just a little bit better looking.<br /><br />Look, I've never been kissed, never went on a date, never fallen in love, can you make my first one good??<br /><br />Not that he isn't wonderful. He's so nice it kills me. Kind of like, why do you like me so much? I can't be that likable. Or somebody would have said something by now. Ok, that just makes me feel sad.<br /><br />Because why the hell not?? Why is it that no guy ever said a damn thing to me?? I just don't get it. I'm really pretty. Really smart. Not very approachable, but I try to be really nice. So fml? How did every other girl get a nice guy? I don't understand how it's done.<br /><br />I don't understand any of this, dammit. <br /><br />It was sort of amazing when it all happened, just because it's so new to me. And we had so much in common, even though my gpa is ridiculous, and he's a drop-out, and whatnot. He seemed to really be caring. I mean, he really is. And it was all like it fell into place.<br /><br />We already had a ton of personal jokes by the end of our first conversation. We sort of read each other's minds at times. And everything I wrote was just perfect and awesome.<br /><br />So what the hell is MY problem??<br /><br />Look, I'm too insightful. I'm too deep. I think too much. And he's got none of that. I mean, I can't really discuss all the thoughts about life that pop into my head without him feeling inferior. And he won't get it anyway. Well, he might. Just not in my terms.<br /><br />When I go through life, it's beautiful. Everything is beautiful. Everything I think about has significance. Every moment I spend interpreting life my own way and trying to make some of it beautiful. Does he appreciate art? I really don't know. But it's my life, and if he doesn't, I'll be entirely crushed.<br /><br />Does he appreciate music? He tells me he cares about lyrics, only lyrics. But I can't only care about lyrics.<br /><br />Music is one of those things I'm so passionate about, that I can hardly describe it. Nobody shares my taste in music, ever. It makes me feel so alone, but I'm always looking for more to listen to, more that I like. I'm really picky. It has to be wonderful all around. And for me, the instrumentals are most important. No. Not for me. For music in general to be good, it has to fucking be good. That can't be argued.<br /><br />You think I don't care about lyrics? I've spent months of my life interpreting the lyrics on albums. I'm a music connoisseur if there ever was one. And I'm as snotty as all hell to people who listen to bullshit. Sorry, that's just me. Take it or leave it. Or listen to good music.<br /><br />And now that I've figured out my own opinions on everything, it's just really fricking annoying to be near someone with no sense of foundation. Hell, politics is a sad load of shit, but I have an opinion. I have a lot of opinions. They go with all my values and principles. Which tie up into one little ideological package. Which, by the way, is the correct one to have. I can't help but believe I'm right. Right and wrong are solid concepts, people. (He has opinions too, but they aren't all tied together at all, so he just thinks things. Which makes him so much better than me, right?)<br /><br />So, that just sounded really bitchy, huh? The point here is i really hate it when people disagree with me. Maybe I'm just really insecure.<br /><br />This whole thing leads m... ]]></description>
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                <title>..........void.........</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 18:24:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>my head needs shrinking</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 19:04:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>***This is a dream I had the night of Sept 3. All of it is true. It's seriously freaky.***<br />..<br />...<br />....<br />I went there.<br /><br />She was running and I was running too, in the same direction. But I wasnÂt following her.<br /><br />I donÂt know who she was.<br /><br />I ran after her outside down a spiral staircase made of concrete, and it was broken and old and dangerous. I was surprised I didnÂt trip or fall. I was so surprised it made me proud of myself, and somehow I thought, I knew it all so well, these steps and this terrain. Like the back of my hand.<br /><br />I mentioned it to her, that if it wasnÂt for that IÂd have fallen, but she didnÂt reply. Did she even hear?<br /><br />The crumbling concrete staircase led to a pathway, and I followed her down.<br /><br />It was a completely straight and completely flat path, with trees on both sides, like a sidewalk. The trees were so numerous and tall that their foliage overhead cast everything into darkness; I fell behind, thinking I would trip and fall if I wasnÂt careful. I couldnÂt see anything except her faint figure far ahead of me. I was scared because I felt blind. I was no longer running.<br /><br />I finally reached a point where I could see light at the end of the foliage-covered path, which cast everything into dark silhouettes and made it easier for me to see. And ahead of me, she was stopped at a rope that crossed the path, tied between two trees. She untied it, and began untying another farther down. It had the feel of an obstacle course, and I was realizing that just then, with the broken staircase and the dark, and now ropes too. I thought about how I wouldÂve run into the ropes and fallen in the dark if she hadnÂt had untied themÂ<br /><br />And after that second rope the path ended, and the girl stopped and went back, like she was waiting for someone Â but not me. I kept going and reached the end of the path, where there was a clearing. It was green and pleasant and there was just one tree in the center. On the tree was a rope, tied like it was there for someone to swing, except it was too short and too high.<br />I grabbed it anyway and swung, because I still thought this was an obstacle course and I should have been doing that. Not that it made any sense Â and I swung farther than physics should have allowed me. When I swung back there was a person on the other side of the tree to my left. I let go and was startled. He was looking at me strangely. Or perhaps it wasnÂt so. He wasnÂt normal, wasnÂt human, I was feeling, but I wasnÂt thinking that. I wasnÂt really thinking. And he was looking at something on the other side of the tree, to my right.<br /><br />It was a large branch that seemed to have fallen from the tree. I hadnÂt seen it before, or it wasnÂt there before, but now I looked at it too. And I was puzzled, because it had extraordinarily large pink fruit, but it certainly wasnÂt fruit. I thought they may have been pinecones, but they werenÂt, no, they were flower budsÂbut I didnÂt know that then, and I was confused. And yet I did know that I was supposed to grab them. Yes, I had to get them Â before he did!<br /><br />I looked back at him, once, to make sure (I felt sort of disoriented the whole time), and I could tell he wanted those giant flower buds, too. And so I suddenly ran, without thinking, and he ran after me, right to the branch, and I got 5 of them, before he even got there. And once he got there I couldnÂt grab any more, so he got the remaining 6.<br /><br />I remember thinking I had the 5 best ones, and his 6 were somehow inferior Â they were smaller, I think. But then I looked back to my side of the tree, on my left, and there was a tiny branch of the tree with tiny pink flower buds on it, and I grabbed that entire branch. I somehow knew there were 8 flower buds on this twig I picked up, 8 tiny buds.<br /><br />The person, that man, whoever he was Â he had returned to the left side of the tree and noticed I had gotten that twig. He looked at what I held and asked me how many I had. And I looked at everything I was holding, and I was thinking about how I knew I had grabbed 5 from the first branch and he had grabbed the other 6Âand the 8 on my new branch, but I didnÂt think about adding. I wasnÂt thinking. I had so many, how many? How many?<br /><br />I didnÂt suppose it mattered how many, and I didnÂt answer him. I was thinking at that time that he was an alien and these flower buds were alien too. But I wondered why he wanted them. I asked him why and he didnÂt say anything. And I asked him, are they food? He said no.<br /><br />He said no, but he started walking to the left, and I backed up, because he was coming toward me. He said something about what they were really for, but he didnÂt answer my question, and what he said made no sense. But I knew from what he said that the flower buds were a sort of drug, like LSDÂ<br /><br />He understood that I und... ]]></description>
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                <title>remember?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 10:57:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Once, a long time ago, there was something called freedom.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>forget</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 12:40:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>There is a window, small and square, with a view to the long stretches of emptiness within and without. (Like two windows; a stereoscopic image forms and then its parts divide, and the vision fades...)<br /><br />There is a fire, and it is somewhere I cannot reach. It is everywhere around me, but I cannot see it. I see it everywhere, but I cannot touch it. I smell the world around me burning.<br /><br />I stay indoors.<br /><br />I'm watching the fire now. It's breaking everything down. It levels the ground and fills it with emptiness, emptiness of the mind and soul.<br /><br />I watch as it tears my mind apart like the rest. And I stay indoors.<br /><br />I stay indoors and read. I read the long forgotten words, the wisdom of the ages, ten thousand years of knowledge.<br /><br />I read the book while its pages burn black at the corners, turning to ash at the spine.<br /><br />Outside they burn books.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>summerfall</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 09:42:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Why doesn't "ad infinitum" show up on my profile page? I'm really pissed at dA right now. I might have to delete and reupload it, so all the whopping 4 of you who faved it, can you fave it again in a few days when I do that? That'd be awesome.<br /><br />Still have photos from JSA to scan. Got thru about half of them yesterday. Windows 2000 is a tool but my mac isn't set up anywhere. Shit. Dunno how I'm going to get PS7 onto my mac. It was one of those free trial things that I cheated at and got to keep. Also have to transfer all my music to the mac because it's filling up too much disk space on the pc.<br /><br />Rant rant rant.<br /><br />Not exactly happy with August. Haven't done much of anything except hanging out with my mom. I wanted to draw and paint and write, but it's not happening. The weather is blah. It's summerfall.<br /><br />Feel like Victoria's ignoring me. I should poke her. But maybe I deserve the silence. I have no clue what she's thinking and I'm thinking the worst because she's not saying anything. Obviously she has no idea what I'm thinking or what I <i>was</i> thinking...what was I thinking?<br /><br />I wish my parents would go on a honeymoon or something. They never went on one. And I want a week alone just so I can do stuff. Being in Connecticut for 3 weeks made me want to be there another 3 weeks. Life at home is boring.<br /><br />It was weird being back in boring Oswego again. Felt weird, like home. Nothing changed, not even the weather.<br /><br />What's senior year going to bring? Probably not friends. Mom says she's worried about me not having friends. (85 Facebook friends don't count.) Whatever. They don't teach me any truth. Teachers. Curriculums. Why can't school teach you real facts and not bullshit like they do now?<br /><br />(Fuck Tinker v. Des Moines. I know. I'm the only one who thinks these things, I wrote a ten page paper on it, and I know what I think, and I know I'm right even though nobody agrees.)<br /><br />I have to get my driver's license, but I'm too traumatized from failing twice and the parents don't get it. I can't get in the driver's seat without feeling like I'm going to crash, no matter how good I know I am at driving. Something will happen and I'll fuck up and never get the stupid license. I'm not ready. I wasn't ready then, and you said I was then. I'm not ready now either.<br /><br />Sort of gloomy. Not depressed. <br /><br />Sick of people thinking stuff about me that isn't true. <br /><br />Sick of people believing lies. Lies about the world. Lies about truth. <br /><br />I don't know why people think some of these things. It's so blatently obvious and they don't see it.<br /><br />I bet I'll return to school and it'll all be the same. Nobody ever learns. I try to tell them, but they tell me I'm crazy.<br /><br />I have no credibility. I dunno why not. It's like they think I'm stupid. They really do.<br /><br />I'm thinking back and it's always been like that and I can't change it. Can't people quit judging me? I'm who you think I am.<br /><br />I'm better than anything you think I am.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>music...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 10:55:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub><br />tool - disposition<br />a perfect circle - renholder<br />indukti - rzynczyn<br />lunatic soul - out on a limb<br />tool - choked<br />tool - parabol<br />tool - parabola<br />tool - intension<br />tool - no quarter<br />tool - sober<br />tool - vicarious<br />a perfect circle - judith<br />tool - pushit<br />tool - lateralus<br />indukti - freder<br />tool -schism<br />lunatic soul - the final truth<br />tool - 10,000 days (wings part 2)<br />a perfect circle - blue<br />tool - third eye<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>yale 3</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 21:10:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Just came back from NYC. We were at a speakers program. That was pretty boring, a bunch of old guys and they were all liberals promoting globalized everything and climate change initiatives. :rolleyes:<br /><br />Love my bright green fisheye camera. Need to develop the pics. Then I'll see how the lens saw everything.<br /><br />So...my bill on immigration reform didn't pass...or so I thought.<br /><br />I saw the sheets today and I'm on there and it says I do my speech on Friday!! And also they spelled my name wrong. Bastards.<br /><br />I guess Dr. Bigel really loved my bill so much that he passed it even though at most 6 people voted for it (of a class of 42 :3). We hypothesize that he crossed off the one before mine (which actually did pass) and ended up thinking mine passed. <br /><br />I really don't want to give a 4-6 minute speech on a bill that didn't even pass!!! No matter what I don't want to give a speech, even if it did pass. Ironically enough, it was a decent bill that deserved to pass. Either way I don't want to give a speeeeecccch....<br /><br />So I'm going to fix it. My roommate Chloe had a problem with hers too. She and this boy Caleb had similar bills about abortion and hers was passed. (Her bill was a hell of a lot better) And the sheets said his bill was passed.<br /><br />And yeah, she doesn't want to tell anyone because she doesn't want him to get mad at her. But we don't think he knows her bill was actually passed or whatever. <br /><br />Yeah, that's confusing. But yeah.<br /><br />Ask me about New York. I went in the UN and stuff.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>yale 2</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 08:40:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Didn't die giving a speech. Almost though. Said it was fine but I don't know.<br /><br />I feel too involved in constitutional law in general but I haven't seen a TV or a newspaper for a week. I have no clue what's going on in the world and it makes me really anxious. My parents said it's no good.<br /><br />I have to write a bill for that stupid Leadership and Public service class. I chose to do it on immigration reform, but I don't know how I could effectively repeal the consequences of the 1954 and 1965 Immigration Acts, which basically made immigration increase by some extremely ridiculous factor. My bill aims to suppress the effects of chain migration by putting limits on the amount of visas given for family members of immigrants. The problem with chain migration is it's like foreign governments, through their emigrants, can in a way dictate American immigration standards and law. That's absurd and needs to be eradicated, along with the little obscure provision in the 1954 Act that gave Presidents the right to allow unlimited immigration. Psh. I'm ok with a little immigration, but now it's ridiculous. American culture and values get pushed away and other cultures take us over. It's kind of a happy Mexican invasion. They're coming to take Texas. No, honestly, 60% of Mexicans believe they should own parts of Southwestern America. That scares the hell out of me. <br /><br />See, the old immigration was good because they assimilated. Yeah, you have Little Italy and Chinatown, but these people are still Americans, and accept American culture and values. The (mainly) Latin American immigrants nowadays come to our country uneducated, without our values, and get on the welfare roll to stay. And they sure as hell don't assimilate. You know what? English should be made our national language - not in the name of ethnocentrism, because that's not my point. Too many separate cultures causes Balkanization - think about what happened with the Ottoman Empire! I dunno. We just have to be united, or we aren't a country. But I guess everyone's going to jump on me and call me an ethnocentric racist or whatever because I want my culture preserved.<br /><br />Rant. Blah.<br /><br />Oh, cool, it stopped raining. I was on the swing outside and that was fun. I don't have any time to exercise, but we do walk a lot.<br /><br />I think I'm the only one in my dorm who makes her bed in the morning. Just for giggles. You know.<br /><br />Victoria wrote down her email for me but I didn't bring it with me, and I'd ask her now but I bet she's not on dA. Or even read farther than "I don't know if I could effectively repeal..."<br /><br />Really pressed for sleep. I'm used to going to bed at 9, not 12:30. And yeah, that sort of seems early to my newfound lateness standards. Everyone was still awake last night at quarter to one and I was listening to my mp3 player (didn't bring the sweet ipod...I miss it dearly). And they were really loud. I bet whatever they were doing was awesomely fun or something, but I was sleeeeeeeepppppyyyy. Apparently they went to bed at 2:30, finally, but I was already asleep. Dude, I get less than 7 hours every night!<br /><br />Going to lunch, will update later.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>yale...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 12:29:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Got here. I'm in my dorm. The mac works. Clothes unpacked. Parents are gone. No roommate yet.<br /><br />Long drive. Music. Rest stops. <br /><br />Slept about 6 hours. Police cars were blocking our driveway yesterday. Nothing really. Weird, two incidents in about an hour. Nothing to do with me.<br /><br />I can see a street from my window. Dunno what street it is.<br /><br />Dunno. Should look at the campus map. I'll probably forget.<br /><br />I told my parents I'd be taking a nap. Maybe I should.<br /><br />My mom and I were out Thursday and we decided to walk on a nature trail. Mom got maybe one mosquito bite. But the things were swarming around me. They attacked my right arm. They were trying to suck the blood out and cut off circulation at my elbow so that my forearm would fall off. That, at least, is the theory. I have nine (nine!!!) bites on my right arm, three on my back, and one on my other arm. What the hell?????? <br /><br />Anyway, doesn't itch anymore, just looks like I have a strange sort of skin malady.<br /><br />I'm confused as to why the mosquitos got my right arm almost exclusively. I think it was a plot. A conspiracy. They all banded together to disable my right arm. No - they were motorized mosquitos sent out by the government! To give everyone West Nile virus - or maybe just me....<br /><br />Crap shoot.<br /><br />Dinner is at 5:30. Two hours. I think I'll get used to this place. And the bathroom on the floor below me. There are four showers and one stall. There are four rooms with two students in each, in this suite. I hope we all don't want to take showers at the same time. Ick. Maybe there's a secret entrance in my dorm room to secret private bathroom with a huuuge bathtub. And then I could just take a nice, warm-ish (it's hot here) bath. Ahh...no. Oh well.<br /><br />Nothing else to say.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>degenerate circle</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 12:38:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Don't ignore me.<br /><br />...<br /><br />I'm just a dot on the paper. I'm a circle with no radius. I'm a sin wave with no amplitude. I'm a line with no beginning. I'm an idea without a mind. I'm a word unspoken, an emotion nobody feels. I'm the space between the reactants and the products - I am the motion in equilibrium.<br /><br />Will somebody hear me? Hear what I say! Listen to me!<br /><br />Just don't ignore me.<br /><br />...<br /><br />I'm sick of nobody listening to me. I'm not crazy. I'm not insane.<br /><br />My voice is echoing through the trees and that's all I hear back. I hear nature. I hear the cars going down the street. I hear people talking to other people about their pointless lives. I hear my vitality slipping away.<br /><br />I'm not what you think I am. I'm so much more.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Why don't you say anything? Do you think I'm crazy? Do you think I'm angry? Do you think I'm a fool?<br /><br />Why don't any of you say anything?<br /><br />Why don't you ask if you don't know? Why don't you wonder if you don't ask? Why don't you know if you don't wonder? Why don't you ask...?<br /><br />...<br /><br />Idiots are sapping me of my life-force. Idiots are sucking me dry. Idiots are stealing everything I own. And I can't stop them because I can't make them see.<br /><br />Know me. Know my name.<br /><br />...<br /><br />I don't want sympathy, just thoughts. I don't want friends, just allies. I don't want praise, just comments.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>bestia phasmatis</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 12:29:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Some people die twice.<br />...<br /><br /><i>And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I<br />wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and<br />guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,<br />KILL, KILL."  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and<br />he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down<br />yelling, "KILL, KILL."  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,<br />sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."</i><br /><br />...<br /><br />Twelve people present, thirteen of them liars.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Tribute to the puppet within the walls: Have you been born yet?<br /><br />Have the skies opened up and shot you down from where you stand on your make-believe facade of a castle? If only you hadn't been born.<br /><br />Has the time flown by swiftly or has it stood still all these years in your cardboard box? Have the insides of your head begun to rot? Have the demons arrived in the blank spaces to menace you from within?<br /><br />When the years have passed and you are no longer young, I know you will never think about it. I know you will forget. And when you finally leave, you will say, "I have lived a quite happy, prosperous life." (Amidst all the bodies)<br /><br />I hope you will never learn. The surprise will shatter your thin, ugly, soul and the pieces will descend into hell where you belong. God will never teach you. <br /><br />What is in your mind? You don't wonder about the echoes that sound from the vast emptiness inside. <br /><br />The march of the masses in the streets. The robots with their vacant eyes and identical minds walk like the dead. <br /><br />This was the oneness they talked about, that they wanted everyone to hear. This was the unity and equality. "We can change the human race," they promised. "Just believe we're right."<br /><br />I hope you burn in hell for eternity.<br /><br />You were always a facade. I talked to a white wall. I confided in a statue.<br /><br />You lie before the words exit your lips. You lie to yourself. You lie to me.<br /><br />And all of them believe your mindless lie. And all of them believe every lie the chosen few place before their pleasure-seeking eyes. "Feed me," plead the masses. "Make me whole, for I have none to guide me. Make my troubles disappear."<br /><br />After a few eons we'll all tumble back into the pot and roast for awhile. I wish it'd come sooner, but He means to punish us all.<br /><br />You were always full of malice. You were one of many leeches in the pond, feeding off of the successful. You louse. You parasite.<br /><br />You and the rest of the robots aren't going anywhere. Your mind has atrophied. Your apathy is what keeps you alive. And when you are penniless on the street, dirty and disheveled with Satan in your veins, you'll turn back to the same old dependence.<br /><br />That's all they are. Dependent. You aren't an individual. Listen to the animal spirits. <i>Nobody is an individual. We all help one another. Each of us must give up ourselves to the State. That is the only way...to the Great Society...</i><br /><br />The drugs give them our minds. The words give them our souls. And what have we left?<br /><br />And then...you don't <i>CARE.</i> If they take your mind and soul and body from you, you don't care. You don't care what kind of world this is. You don't care if you have no rights. You don't care if they took everything that was yours and killed your family and killed everything you had. <br /><br />When they thought up their strategies and prophesies and analogies, you were what they imagined the whole collective mind of the world to be. They liked to think the human race was stupid. I'm so glad you're just one person.<br /><br />(But what if they're all like you after all, and I'm alone? What if you outnumber me?)<br /><br />You'd probably enjoy burning in hell. Just another something to amuse you. What have you done to be guilty for? You have no conscience.<br /><br />Would you be content if everyone you supposedly care about died? You'd be fine with it all.<br /><br />How can a person exist without a conscience and a soul? Are you some sort of alien?<br /><br />You're a lie. Maybe you harbor some sort of evil within you that you hide from the world. But I just think you have nothing inside of you but apathy and dependence, and whenever someone tries to get under your thick, thick, shell, you lock the key and forget and be happy.<br /><br />You said you'd like being mediocre. Average is good, you said. I hope you rot.<br /><br />I know. I know you only say these sorts of things to get under my skin. You hate me. You'd like to menace me for the rest of your life because of your feeding jealousy. You like to see me upset. It makes you feel better about your pointless, miserable existence. <br /><br />Leech! Parasite! Louse! Fucking leech, go to hell and... ]]></description>
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                <title>initial velocity</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 16:44:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>in failure.<br />...<br />feathers are landing on my desk from their long flight. flightpath empty. projectile arc...<br /><br />and fiction was fact in poetry. the lines cross eachother at perfect angles in perfect triangles, hexagons...lines to cross again in the past in reflection we cross and rejoin the enemy...so hard to see between. so hard to walk along the path...or to let it fade.<br /><br />nothing is here to hear where i am deaf to these voices screaming in my brain at the lowest whisper nobody else can comprehend...<br /><br />to see the facts was to be blind to reality. and reality was an enigma of forsight...and for us, we saw the walls and not the room.<br /><br />the room held itself in dimensions of space and time where seconds were minute. i sit here and seconds are the hours i am wasting each day in myself. i found that new dimension and i found it in this cage. this rib cage.<br /><br />i broke my ribs and died.<br /><br />i'm still alive but not in spirit. the china is broken and the glass is putting itself back together on the floor. the shards and the splinters dance in the light and float in my eyes from the bottom to the top and the circles they form in the crystal air are immaculate...they spin and i spin and I'm spinning and the room is gone and i am a piece of glass on the floor...after all...<br /><br />i'm kidding, but i'm only serious. it's true even if it didn't actually happen. reality skewed itself through narrative. i'll let the opinions slip through the hole in my head. they come out the back looking scratched and red.<br /><br />if i let myself escape, i'll fall.<br /><br />i'll fall like a stone.<br /><br />i'll shoot out of the cannon in the show and they'll see me make an arc in the air and the parabolic flightpath ends when i hit the ground again.<br /><br />unless i hit the ground and miss.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
                <author>~darkly-radiant</author>
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                <title>sunburn</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:45:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>April 6:<br /><blockquote>I am fading.<br /><br />It is a slow process, fueled by the moon and the sun and the planets. The light turns itself farther away from my soul, until at last the darkness consumes me.<br /><br />It is a cat at night. I can see its claws but its body is a flurry of motion with a mindÂs pulse to determine my fate. One second passes and the lines are drawn in the sand; the vision moves and the wind blows the words away.<br /><br />TheyÂll never see my S.O.S from up there, so high in the sky. Their faces are turned ever higher; the sun is rising and their eyes rise with it until midday. They do not notice the retinas burn; they still see light when it is dark, and darkness in the light, and whiteness becomes blackness after all. In all, we are one, they say, and they see only white plaster figures in the sky with no faces.<br /><br />I am fading. When the color is in my hand, it is melting, like ice. The ice palace is blue with the skyÂs hue, green like chlorophyll, red like blood. My hand touches the sky and the color fades to gray and the ice melts into water in my hands, into the puddles at my feet.<br /><br />The vernal phase sets the cycle in motion. The colors flow and blossom and grow, pulsing like a heartbeat, steady as andante wraps the silence around the notes. The life within is the impetus for growth, and the growth is the catalyst for life.</blockquote><br /><br />...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LozljN-3fWI">[link]</a> <br /><br />...<br /><br />personality test.<br />introverted/extroverted, sensing/iNtuitive, thinking/feeling, judging/perceiving.<br />i am INTP. ("architect")<br />probably crazy, but it looks accurate.<br />probably crazy, but i'll manage. i've managed being crazy for awhile.<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.careertest.net/">[link]</a> <br /><br />...<br /><br />I know no one will listen to me.<br /><br />But every US history class you've ever taken has taught you half-truths and lies.<br /><br />History class in general. We learned about the political spectrum in global history. They lied.<br /><br />I don't know what's going to happen next.<br /><br />I've been trying to tell people how bad it's looking, but they treat me like I'm looney.<br /><br />Maybe you should just read it for yourself. You'll be as frightened by the truth as I am. Then you'll get it. Maybe.<br /><br />I'm ashamed to even speak up, because I know no one will listen. They'll tell me I'm wrong.<br /><br />I'm not.<br /><br />...<br /><br />But I'm fading.<br /><br />Soon I'll be just a lie.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>and we die young...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 10:35:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>...faster we run<br /><br />...<br />bury me softly in this womb<br />i give this part of me for you<br />sand rains down and here i sit<br />holding rare flowers<br />in a tomb...<br /><br />down in a hole and i don't know <br />if i can be saved<br />see my heart i decorate it<br />like a grave<br />you don't understand who they<br />thought i was supposed to be<br />look at me now i'm a man<br />who won't let himself be<br /><br />down in a hole, feelin' so small<br />down in a hole, losin' my soul<br />i'd like to fly...<br />but my wings have been so denied...<br /><br />down in a hole and they've put all<br />the stones in their place<br />i've eaten the sun so my tongue<br />has been burned of the taste<br />i have been guilty<br />of kicking myself in the teeth<br />i will speak no more<br />of my feelings beneath<br /><br />down in a hole, feelin' so small<br />down in a hole, losin' my soul<br />i'd like to fly...<br />but my wings have been so denied...<br /><br />bury me softly in this womb<br />oh i want to be inside of you<br />i give this part of me for you<br />oh i want to be inside of you<br />sand rains down and here i sit<br />holding rare flowers (oh i want to be inside of you)<br />in a tomb...in bloom<br />oh i want to be inside...<br /><br />down in a hole, feelin' so small<br />down in a hole, losin' my soul<br />down in a hole, feelin' so small<br />down in a hole, out of control<br /><br />i'd like to fly...<br />but my wings have been so denied...<br />...<br /><br />alice in chains - down in a hole <br /><br />RIP Layne Staley April 5, 2002<br /><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scCxx4fgJwA">[link]</a><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTLlK4fYw3A">[link]</a><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oz8ctHV3nwA">[link]</a><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scCxx4fgJwA">[link]</a> <br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn82dMFGN8g">[link]</a><br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Baked Turtle (Non-Dusty)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 08:00:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>What is 1,3,4,5-tertrachlorobenzene?<br />Tertra-<br />Tertra -> alcohol -> tertiality -> turtra -> turtle -> alcohol.<br />Turtle soup -> Green, nasty, meat beer.<br />Turtle + chloride = pool + drugged + swimming turtles -> high turtles -> baked turtle.<br />1,1,2,3-tertamethylcyclopentane?<br />Meth + turtle + cyclo + pentagram -> drug + turtle + swirl + devil -> baked turtle + evil spin -> super baked turtle -> super villian baked turtle.<br />And the 1123? That means Andrew(whose locker combo is 11-23) is/has/was/inhabits a super villian baked turtle.<br />Tertafluoroethene -> boozed turtle w/ toothpaste -> SHINY BAKED TURTLE<br />Tetrabromomethane -> turtle + meth + broom -> well-swept drugged turtle -> nondusty baked turtle.<br /><br />....<br />KIRIBAN AT 5555! (read past journal entry...)<br /><br />...<br />aLSO i aM A sTyle CRamPeR. mEH.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>???????</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 11:10:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>What's going on with dA??<br /><br />I'm really sorry if my account sent you a spam message. I didn't do it. (I'd suggest not clicking on the link.)<br /><br />I think I'll log out daily for now on.<br /><br />...<br /><br /><b>KIRIBAN AT 5555 PAGEVIEWS -- IF YOU GET MY 5555th PAGE VIEW I WILL DRAW/PAINT/SEW (YES PLUSHIEEEESS!!!) YOU SOMETHING OF YOUR CHOICE AND POST IT HERE!</b><br /><br />...<br />EDIT:<br /><br />About this spam thingy ---<br /><br />SORRY TO <b>ALL 77 OF YOU!!!!!!!!! </b><a href="http://gaspplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/a/gaspplz.gif" alt=":icongaspplz:" title="gaspplz"/></a> It spammed all of the people I watch!!!!!!<br /><br />I looked at my activity page and counted 17 of them, but it didn't show any more, and my guess is that all of you got it. Oh my effing god. This is terrible. I hope I don't get banned!<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." /> <i>It's not my fault!! I didn't do it!!!<br /><br /></i></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>edit----</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 15:19:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>So...<br /><br />More photos coming, maybe. I hope they're alright.<br /><br />I need to draw.<br /><br />Doing a painting/collage now that's awesome so far, but needs to get mounted on something before in bends itself into oblivion.<br /><br />But I will draw something.<br /><br />.....<br /><br /><b>******NOTE! KIRIBAN AT 5555 PAGEVIEWS -- IF YOU GET MY 5555th PAGE VIEW I WILL DRAW/PAINT/SEW (YES PLUSHIEEEESS!!!) YOU SOMETHING OF YOUR CHOICE AND POST IT HERE!********</b><br /><br />...<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>/pauli exclusion principle\</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 12:04:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Boring days. Lots of snow outside, but I'm too old to go out and play in it.<br /><br /><blockquote>Jan 10 journal excerpts:<br /><br />I have an empty mind. Full of mitosis. My cells are dividing as we speak... My cells donÂt know why they are dividing, and neither do I. I sit here and my cells divide.<br /><br />...I wonder turn around cartwheels are our special kind of windmill, personal flight path, thank you for your questions to my answers, thank you for your nothing twirl around my finger.<br /><br />...We need less global warming [too], less heat. Less and less so our hearts all stop beating because it is so cold and all our molecules then, they stop. Moving. They stop moving. ItÂd be that cold. I wonder if it is ever that cold on Pluto, and whoever has been to Pluto has lost their mind their heart their soul...But nobody has been to Pluto just like nobody has been to planet earth. Just like nobody has been to the inside place where the words get mixed up like oil and water like oil and water, where the life is, where my life is. <br /><br />...I think that if I keep writing, it will continue and I will run out of excuses like they all say will happen someday to everybody. I know they say it even though I donÂt hear it because they say it out of earshot; but I know they say it because I read their lips and their fingers and their eyes. They werenÂt even people, just flies. They told me once that they all said, what they all said, and I should try not to listen, but when I tried to try I only heard buzzing. ThatÂs what it means anyway. ThatÂs what your philosophy is anyway. CanÂt you see and hear and think? I think you can see at least and you can see the flies are gathering and they are gathering in a storm about your head because it is time now. This happens to everybody really.<br /><br />..I like to fly balloons too, when I am younger. I like to call them back down to earth when they fly away because I know theyÂll come back down in one piece and somebody will find them somewhere and think about their childhood. I have those kind of thoughts where you know you can change the way the world turns on its axis just because you can think you can, I can think about how I changed something today, I changed the title today, and if I change the title I change the story; so if I do it is all different, and what if they called Earth something Else? I know fire and water, what is a rose what is a name I can fly my balloon and it can land it your hand and you will feel somethingÂ nameless.</blockquote><br /><br />Oh well.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
                <author>~darkly-radiant</author>
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                <title>No.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 11:25:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>There is nothing to say.<br /><br />If I were to say it, it would sound like insects buzzing.<br /><br />If I were to say it, the entire world would be the worse for it.<br /><br />If I were to say it, I couldn't go on.<br /><br />But I can't go on anyway.<br /><br />I've relapsed.<br /><br />It's almost not noticeable, if I distract myself. It's like it isn't there unless I screw up.<br /><br />But it's there, and this time, I'm afraid it's not going away.<br /><br />I can only be guilty for feeling this way. The way I feel is ashamed. I feel lost. I feel like the horrible person I know I am.<br /><br />I can't explain why, because I'd only make you feel bad.<br /><br />I can't explain why, because it's not explainable.<br /><br />I can't explain why because my reasons are too personal.<br /><br />I hate thinking I'm some kind of Depressed Person, like putting a label on myself. I hate thinking that I'm spreading hate and sadness, so I won't. I'll shut up. I'll never tell anybody. <br /><br />I'll just let it kill me from the inside out.<br /><br />No, no, no, I can't think that way.<br /><br />I'll just be a better person. But it's easier said than done.<br /><br />I think I at least have a good reason to be ..depressed. Not depressed. That's putting it lightly.<br /><br />I have a good reason.<br /><br />I wish I was somebody else, and had somebody else's life. <br /><br />I hate everything about myself. I can't really explain why. I mess up the words. I get confused.<br /><br />I'll stop now. It's too much already.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Terrorists... and Birds</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 10:04:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Read this (very dA related) transcript of a Fox News report concerning Roland Burris' meeting with Harry Reid this morning. I LOL'd.<br /><br /><blockquote>Title: Done Deal?<br />Published: Wed, 7 Jan 2009<br />Desciption: Senate Democrats plan to seat Roland Burris as senator<br /><br />Automatically Generated Transcript (<i>may not be 100% accurate</i>)<br /><br />"Boxes alert waiting-- a meeting and there are reports right now and our nation's capital. <b>That role of birds </b>will be accepted by the democratic leadership. Others in <b>meeting underway between terrorists and the senate democratic majority leader Harry Reid </b>outside that meeting room as our own Brian Wilson. Who joins us now Brian what do you heard."<br />"Well he came into a back door he went in to Harry Reid's office the meeting is taking place at the camera will pan right here. You'll see what we had called here a stakeout position and they are <b>getting ready to do the photo law</b>. But we have we have heard that he's in the room and yes I believe that you are correct building your assessment. That it is looking better for Roland Burris each passing hour it seems to have appeared that he is gaining favor. Yesterday one of the big things that happened was that we had a statement from the chairman for the Senate rules committee a Democrat Dianne Feinstein. Who said that in her opinion. He should be seated. That but the point was made by Rod Blagojevich he may be in trouble he may be under scrutiny he may have some serious legal problems but he's still the governor. And it hit in her opinion it was improper. For the secretary of state. Of the state of Illinois to withhold his signature but it was a technicality and that the appointment should stand. But-- about having-- all slowly <b>Verizon</b> now having a discussion to find out exactly. What happens next and whether or not indeed Democrats can't accept him. In this position of junior senator."<br />"The state apologize to-- as O-Brien might be-- little busy it is hard to hear me if you can you please notify me. Bob but the videotape renouncing his role in-- sitting in just moments ago exclusive videotape from the Senate office building on Capitol Hill. Now Brian will be came view I mentioned that there are. That the senate democratic leadership has agreed to see him. --a one line headline on the Associated Press crossing now that says just back but as far as you're concerned outside that meeting. That word is not come out of that door."<br />"It has not yet and we may get some sense in just a few minutes we're going to send them what we call pool camera to that meeting. And we'll get a chance to throw a dew questions in the direction of the Senate majority leader Harry Reid. And rapids -- and we emerged from that meeting in the tape was played out we may have some sense of exactly now where senate Democrats are. But I would say to you whether of not we can confirm that AP report it is beginning to look much more favorable for Roland Burris. It looks like is getting closer and closer to " Our <b>we had an attorney-- for birds </b>at the top of our program this morning Brian. One of many that are representing mr. -- now he said yes in fact -- would be US senator. He was unequivocal in his position when we put the question to him. In this business whole idea about Dianne Feinstein a prominent democratic senator last night on the floor -- should be seated. and that's where you started to see the divisions in the democratic side. That might eventually see Roland Burris. As a US senator as he stated by the way before -- left Chicago. His words and his -- was on the US senator Brett -- waiting also Brian go ahead with your final comment there."<br />"Yes -- did just one though about that and that is that look Dianne Feinstein speech they have to pay attention to it. It was a sign that <b>things were moving his wife </b>there are many people in this building would tell you it does appear that Roland Burris will eventually be seated. What they wanted to do the Senate Democrats try to take away that changed. Blagojevich is appointment here if they find a way to do that diplomatically or artistically or politically. Then it looks like that that that he will move forward our breath that he -- and he's a good man with a good reputation there's not many people who believe that he's not qualified to hold the job they just want to get certain assurances from the ministry."<br />"Former state attorney general thank you Brian for that he's aged 71 out that is -- the management the center this. Going on two weeks now Megan has more--"</blockquote><br /><br />(<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:... ]]></description>
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                <title>next year</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 16:35:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Hello.<br /><br />Good night.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>bp</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 13:39:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>I need to take that last picture on my film.<br /><br />Earbuds make you deaf.<br /><br />Lightning can kill you.<br /><br />Eyes deceive.<br /><br />I don't want Christmas. I don't want stuff. I don't have stuff to give.<br /><br />I'm sick of stuff.<br /><br />I am not counting days. I am not looking forward to January especially.<br /><br />My heart stopped stopping, I think. It's over now, I think.<br /><br />I can't figure out myself. Neither can anyone else. I wouldn't trust me.<br /><br />It occurs to me that there's something wrong, maybe chemically. But I can't.<br /><br />Besides, it will pass and I'll return to that happier state of mind once somebody tells me some good news.<br /><br />I'd like to say that depression doesn't exist for me anymore, but I hate lying. It makes me feel guilty.<br /><br />I'd like to say that all that stuff I did before is over, and that it's better now. Every year is better than the year before it. I try not to look back, but I still do and my stupidity amazes me.<br /><br />I'm happy, though. I haven't lost anything really. Nobody's mad at me. It's funny like that. I realize I'm happy once I realize I've forgotten why I'm sad.<br /><br />But I'm going to fail with that electronic mess I have to work with in my engineering class. Glorified legos, I call it. All the wires are tangled into a web, and I'm simply too lazy to bother.<br /><br />I can't forget what Emma Bovary taught me when I read that book over the summer, and it comes back at me now, realizing that my personality makes me impossible to like.<br /><br />I must have let something go on for too long, but I can't figure out what it is.<br /><br />I like getting compliments, and I hate getting compliments.<br /><br />I'm sad because I've realized that I'll live my life alone and lonely if I can't fix myself now. And I can't fix myself.<br /><br />I guess I'll let it go like I always do.<br /><br />I'm not depressed, don't get me wrong. More like thoughtful. That's it.<br /><br />I love wearing bright yellow, cuz it looks good on me. I want to get up and dance. I like to sing along to the radio when nobody is home. I laugh at my singing.<br /><br />I like Miguel again. I was mad at him before, but now I really like him. He's always there for me. I can just forget everything I was thinking before. He's so faithful of a friend. I've never understood why. I don't really want to, either. I'm so blessed to have a friend like that. I just want to give him a hug.<br /><br />In fact, I want to give everybody a hug! I've never had such good friends, all of you. I'm so lucky. You've all been so nice to me all this time.<br /><br />I only wish I had somebody to confide in. I have all these doubts. I hate it when they tell me I'm perfect, all those people who don't understand anything. Nobody gets it, I know. I used to say that all the time and know how immature it sounds, so I'll take it back.<br /><br />I guess people with bipolar disorder might understand.<br /><br />But I won't get a counselor.<br /><br />I need to take one more picture so I can develop my film.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>I</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 06:03:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>I stole Andrew's pen.<br /><br /><br />I want somebody to text me back.<br /><br />I love being alone.<br /><br /><br />I write every day.<br /><br />I think every second.<br /><br /><br />I say "hello" and get no reply.<br /><br />I just smile and look the other way, and you do the same, except you frown.<br /><br /><br />I can't say what I'm thinking; when I speak, all the words come out mixed up, poor grammar, pointless.<br /><br />I would say what I mean but I can't admit to it, and you would laugh at me.<br /><br /><br />I own the sky.<br /><br />I don't ever see it.<br /><br /><br />I can't relate.<br /><br />I have to be late.<br /><br /><br />I don't know what to say.<br /><br />I can't understand how you feel if you don't tell me.<br /><br /><br />I am heartbroken.<br /><br />I have only written words to offer you, and you have discarded them.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Too many journal entries.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 17:04:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>I post too many. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/no.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":no:" title="No, I disagree!" /><br /><br />I post every time I get a mood swing, and sometimes in between. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasm.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":sarcasm:" title="Hahahahaha. No." /> <br /><br />Oh yay. Happy. Might as well say I'm not exactly thrilled right now, not like it matters...<br /><br />Just to let you know I'm not happy. Sorry to burst your bubble. It's just not happening.<br /><br />I don't really want all of your election crap thrown at me, so shut the fuck up. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> All I can say is that...but I can't really say. I might get lynched. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasm.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":sarcasm:" title="Hahahahaha. No." /> Isn't that what happens to people when they tell the truth? Cuz I'm not going to drink your kool aid, no matter what. You can't make me.<br /><br />(Please - I'm NOT a sore loser, so don't tell me I am. I'm a sore winner, in a way.)<br /><br />Maybe it's the stupidity of people that's bothering me. I'm sick of all this hating. Even I'm playing into it. But it's so depressing that everyone thinks what is fed to them, like...1984. But it's scary. The kool aid thing, it's scary. The liberals taking over is <i>scary</i>, even if you haven't realized it yet.<br /><br />I'm stupid too, even if I didn't support all that. I'm stupid because I went against the majority. I'm stupid because I got humiliated (even without speaking - that's how committed I am, and how much this means to me). I'm stupid because I can't think.<br /><br />I really can't, because why else would I put off all my homework for when I get home? Why would I do that, when I have three periods to do it? And a huuuuge test to study for? I'm so upset I can't concentrate.<br /><br />I'm upset because I can't think, and I can't think because I'm upset. (Why does this kind of thing always happen to me???) I'm so sick of doing the stupid things I do. I do stupid things when I feel happy for a moment. I do stupid things when I'm miserable. Heck, I do stupid things no matter what and there's not much for me to do.<br /><br />Except stop doing stupid things. I'm so desperate for attention - this just started. I've never been so outgoing in my life, and I absolutely HATE it. I can never say the right things, that's why I stopped talking in the first place. All I ever do is bother people.<br /><br />I was in the library 8th period today with nothing to do (except try to stop my bloody nose...). My nose was bothering me. I just stood there and bothered Rachel and Andrew (because 8th period is my official "bother Andrew" period, I dunno why). I was feeling guilty as I was doing it, but I didn't stop (same thought process as when I'm eating..). They were doing homework, and Rachel was getting annoyed. I hate making her mad, as fun as it is (she's my friend, one of my only ones). When my nose stopped bleeding I went out on a lav pass and when I came back, Miguel was copying a book for the librarians. He said that Rachel said, "Wherever Liz went, keep her there!" He said it casually, but I suddenly stopped and couldn't talk to anybody. I sat and tried to hide from Rachel and Andrew, until Andrew came to bug Miguel. Whatever. I left the library 7 minutes early without a pass.<br /><br />I don't know what's wrong with me.<br /><br />It's no big deal, really. I just can't control my own actions. No big. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasm.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":sarcasm:" title="Hahahahaha. No." /><br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed! Really, I'm not. I don't know what I am, but I'm not back to that.<br /><br />I don't even understand how I feel, or what I'm thinking. It's confusing.<br /><br />I might just have a mental problem. Oh, there I go again...<br /><br />Everything is tiring me out. I go to bed at 8:30 and I wake up <i>exhausted</i>. And I get home after doing nothing, <i>exhausted</i>. Being sad really gets you down.<br /><br />Do I even have a good reason to be upset? Can I even fix this?<br /><br />Besides, there's still the underlying problem of me not having any self esteem, and it hasn't changed at all. Except now I feel like crap, and like everyone hates me, and like nobody likes me, and...<br /><br />Oh, by the way? Maybe you never heard about my first chem lab incident, in october. Basically, I left a lab that was due that day in my folder (so I could check it over) and I went to the back of the room to do an experiment. When I came back, my lab had <i>DISAPPEARED</i>. It was nowhere. We never found it. Now...yesterday, the same thing happened, except: My friend Brian and I were checking answers (he needed help on number 4) and he put both of our papers in the bin. The next... ]]></description>
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                <title>Convers</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 08:17:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub><i>Me and Miguel are putting art books on the shelves and Miguel is being stupid and reading the titles...</i><br />    Miguel: Vembrant?<br />    Me: Wha? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/confuse.gif" width="18" height="15" alt=":confused:" title="Confused" /><br />    Miguel: Vembrant. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /><br />    Me: You mean Rembrant.<br />    Miguel: No, it said Vembrant.<br />    Me: You can't read. *holds up the book* See? <i>Rembrant.</i> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /><br />    Miguel: Oh, well...<br />    Me: Lol.<br />    Miguel: You don't remember Vembrant? He's famous.<br />    Me: ....<br />    Miguel: He made the Moaning Lisa!<br />    Me: <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /><br /><br />.....<br />Ah, so happy Hallowe'en. I did not dress up. I need some costume ideas...for next year...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /><br /><br />4 MORE DAYS TIL OBAMA WINS! LET'S ALL CELEBRATE! LET'S GO OUT AND SHOOT OURSELVES! YAYYYYYY! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dead.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":dead:" title="Dead (RIP)" /><br /><br />Hmm. So I'm slightly worried and I slightly don't care at the same time, but I've been acting differently than usual and I don't know why.<br /><br />One: I hate my best friend even though I'll never have a more loyal person to be friends with, and I honestly hate myself for it, but I'm not letting it bother me. (There's a mouthful <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> )<br /><br />Two: I'm flirting more often. And with someone I barely even like anymore. I dunno.<br /><br />Three: I'm hyper and tired at the same time.<br /><br />Four: I no longer care if I get to school really early or not. And I've been getting up late every day. On weekends I sleep in until 9 or ten when I used to get up at 7 or 8.<br /><br />Five: I haven't thought about how much I hate life as much as I usually do.<br /><br />Six: I'm successfully writing poetry and I want to share it.<br /><br />Seven: I'm not sure if I can control myself. I have crazy mood swings, and I have to step back and think, 'what's wrong?' I say something and I feel happy, and then I realize I didn't mean to say that and I suddenly feel <i>really</i> bad. <br /><br />Eight: I'm offically stealing all of the insert keys in the library. I could care less if they catch me.<br /><br />Nine: I've got friends in Regents History. Uhh...(I haven't had friends in a long time! vs. I haven't had friends who skipped school and went to parties and swore every three words in a long time! -Not since 6th grade!)<br /><br />Ten: I sometimes eat too much. I can't stop eating. And then other times I don't eat at all and I refuse to eat anything.<br /><br />Eleven: I'm concerned that I'm acting REALLY REALLY STUPID. (See number Two) I haven't acted this stupid on a regular basis since 8th grade.<br /><br />Hello???? I'm confused! I think I must be almost <i>happy</i> or something!<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Journal Entry: Fri Oct 24, 2008</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 08:24:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Je suis Ã  une perte pour des mots. (Et je suis [lazy] parce que j'ai cherche cette phrase a [babel fish])<br /><br />Et je resterai dans la salle de class [until] le fin de la periode.<br /><br />Je m'ennui....<br /><br /><je vais supprimer cette [journal entry]><br /><br />.....le prochaine jour.....<br /><br />Je ne sais rien pour le project que je fait maintenant----ou, je <i>ne fait pas</i> maintenant parce que je suis [TRES LAZY]. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /><br /><br />Je suis [supposed to] rechercher du information, mais je ne suis pas [in the mood] pour taper une redaction francais.<br /><br />J'ai beaucoup de devoirs pour le week-end, et j'ai marre de [not getting enough fricking sleep] tous les nuits...toute la semaine je [stayed awake late] pour faire quelquechose ou aller quelque part (je suis allÃ© pour un [informational session] de la universitÃ© Yale mercredi - ils ont m'envoyer un [invitation] dernier semaine).<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Wah.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 13:59:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Hey, um, can you guys read my literature-poem-thing I wrote and submitted yesterday (<a href="http://darkly-radiant.deviantart.com/art/the-black-box-101304213">[link]</a>) and can you tell me what you think? I'm just getting a little down about zero views, zero comments, and zero faves. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/depressed.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":depressed:" title="Depressed" /><br /><br />(I sure sound desperate, huh?)<br /><br />Miguel is boring.<br /><br />Oh, so I kinda am figuring out what I'm going to do if you get my 3333rd pageview. Uhmm...*que drumroll* I'll draw something for you! Anything at all! Just not anime/furries! Yay!<br /><br />I'm real happy. Like, hysterical. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /><br /><br />Here's a bulletin:<br />       SFWLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!<br /><br />That's the word of teh month. Me and a friend of mine are compiling a dictionary of words derived from "sfwloosh," which is used to desribe the puffiness of Rachel's hair. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's ok)<br /><br />I'm supposed to be doing something right now. Will update later.<br /><br />EDIT (2 minutes later):<br />What the heck. Don't click that link up there, I'm deleting it and resubmitting because APPARRENTLY, none of my watchers got it, so it's kinda screwed up and I'll resubmit it later.<br /><br />Oh, dA is screwed funny. You can fave your own artwork lol! Try it!<br /><br />EDIT NUMBAH 2:<br />Fixed the link. <b><a href="http://darkly-radiant.deviantart.com/art/the-black-box-101304213">[link]</a></b> <br /><br />So you can look now, it's probably in your messages now anyway. I don't know why it screwed like that, maybe cuz I edited it and changed the category before? I dunno. It didn't even show up in my gallery right. Weird. But it's ok now.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>10.08.08</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 11:07:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>Echolocation</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 06:47:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>I'm sick. Everybody's sick. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sniff.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":sniff:" title="Sniff" /><br /><br />You know what I hate? I hate how the "insert" key is right by the "backspace" key, so I always end up pressing it while I'm typing and end up turning overtype on. And off. And on again.<br /><br />Brian's getting on my case because I went to school. I hate arguing with Brian. He's too Liberal. He thinks McCain is a zombie.<br /><br /><a href="http://seriouscatplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/e/seriouscatplz.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconseriouscatplz:" title="seriouscatplz"/></a> Am I too serious? I should be choosing a candidate on what "vibes" they give me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasm.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":sarcasm:" title="Hahahahaha. No." /><br /><br />I think I'll just quit talking politics with <i>anyone.</i> I'm sick of hearing people bash my candidates.<br /><br />Hopefully my teacher won't notice I'm not doing any real work.<br /><br />I've been trying for so long to write something decent, but I can't even think of a single good sentence. I just keep stating random things without any transition between them. It's starting to get on my nerves.<br /><br />.......<br /><br />Ok - so I've done my pseudo fuzzy math calculations and guesstimations, and found out in some anti-logical and relatively irrelevant way that...<br /><b>It takes</b> <i>approximately</i> <b>3.445 MONTHS</b> for me to get <b>1000 pageviews!</b><br /><br />I just think that shouldn't take <i>quite</i> as long. How about we reduce that to 2.25 weeks? <a href="http://iloveyouplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/i/l/iloveyouplz.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconiloveyouplz:" title="iloveyouplz"/></a><br /><br />I'm gonna have a <b>PRIZE</b> (of some sort..) for whoever catches my <b>3333th</b> pageview!<br /><br />(Meaning that I'll have about 3 and a half months to figure out what the PRIZE actually will be. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /> Un<i>less</i> you click on my spinning ghostie icon a little more often! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pray.gif" width="15" height="18" alt=":pray:" title="Pray" /><br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> Luffs.<br /><br />EDIT 03 OCT<br /><br />WTF. WHY ARE THESE PEOPLE IN MY ENGINEERING CLASS TALKING ABOUT STEEL NIPPLES?????????// (AND WHY IS THE TEACHER JOINING IN???)<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
                <author>~darkly-radiant</author>
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                <title>Trebuchet.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 16:45:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Or a ballista. Ask Richard. I could care less, really.<br /><br />So I failed my road test today.<br /><br />That woman in the passenger seat was big and muscular. She had thin red hair and a frowning face. "Turn right at the light." Turn right at this intersection. <br /><br />Do a parallel park behind this truck.<br /><br />I really should've noticed how unfair it was, but I didn't. I didn't notice until I was going back around the block again, not driving, sitting there.<br /><br />The curb. The curbs on East Fourth Street are quite thick. It'd take a lot to go over them. They're big curbs. Massive curbs. Enormous...<br /><br />But not behind that truck.<br /><br />There was one section of two inch high curb right behind that truck.<br /><br />It wasn't a driveway. There was grass there.<br /><br />I could barely tell when I was over the curb as it was.<br /><br />I felt so far away from the road test area then. I couldn't concentrate. It was like I should just stop there. No point. Automatic fail.<br /><br />I can parallel park like a pro. I've done it ten million times. I can fix it when I mess up.<br /><br />I couldn't breathe correctly.<br /><br />My hands were shaking. But I paid no attention to my hands. I couldn't look down.<br /><br />I couldn't have cared less when I bumped that truck on the way out of that miserable parking situation. She told me I hit him. I couldn't care less.<br /><br />I didn't really hear her then, but her voice is still ringing in my head.<br /><br />I couldn't do anything after that. I was gone for less than five minutes. I think. Maybe it was three hours. I couldn't have cared less.<br /><br />I remember every single second, and I want it to be gone. I don't want to have nightmares.<br /><br />I went home and cried. Mom took too long driving back. She took the long way. I don't know why she didn't take another way. <br /><br />Mom wouldn't stop talking, until dad made her lay off.<br /><br />I cried when I got home. I cried, and then I blew my nose, and then my nose started to bleed.<br /><br />My nose bled incessantly for 10 minutes. I don't feel well.<br /><br />I feel like a loser. A failure.<br /><br />No, I don't. It's not a big deal. It's no problem. I'm ready; it was a fluke.<br /><br />I don't feel like a loser. I don't feel like a failure. I feel like I wish I hadn't done that. I wish I hadn't driven today. I should've driven tomorrow, or yesterday.<br /><br />I should've not been nervous; I should've picked out my brain and ripped out my consciousness so I wouldn't have felt the pain. I should've gotten a butterfly net and rounded up all those stupid butterflies swirling around aimlessly in my stomach. I should've switched on auto-pilot and done everything correctly. But I'm not a machine.<br /><br />I should've rescheduled for next Tuesday. And when it became Tuesday, I should've rescheduled it for three weeks ago.<br /><br />I ought to have crashed the car somewhere. Then at least I could say I was a failure.<br /><br />I'm tired and my stomach hurts. The butterflies have died and started to poison my system.<br /><br />My computer is having recognition problems. It doesn't know it's me, and neither do I. It couldn't find the mouse, or the keyboard.<br /><br />I should write a sonnet about the rising price of ice cream in the lunchroom. The sadness of waiting in line for five minutes just to finally find out that you are ten cents short when the lunch lady finally gets to you. I wasn't hungry.<br /><br />We will launch pumpkins, he said. He said so, but I don't know. I don't know about whether the sky will fall before halloween or not. Or whether termites will invade the school and eat our trebuchet and their ballista and somebody's something else. Or whether I'll drop out of the class and give up those dreams of being an engineer.<br /><br />I'm not dropping out.<br /><br />The sky isn't falling, the termites won't come. Maybe Rich will drop dead, maybe that would postpone it a few days.<br /><br />We all know the ballista will win anyway.<br /><br />We all know I'll fail anyway.<br /><br />We all know I'll lose my red pen.<br /><br />We all know the dye is cast.<br /><br />We all know I won't win anyway.<br /><br />We all know everyone fails.<br /><br />We all know that we'll lose every contest we submit to.<br /><br />We don't know why.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>9.08</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:21:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>My eyyyyyyyyyes.....so sooooore...<br /><br />The air conditioning works, huh?<br /><br />The library. I'm alphabetizing books. Me and Miguel were at the "E's" in the fiction section when we found this box with BA-BU in it and had to move a bunch of stuff over again, sort more stuff, and then move the other books back AGAIN. But it's quite fun.<br /><br />I should start posting features, everyone is doing it.<br /><br />Darn stupid math class. I'm taking Pre-calc honors and guess what? Nothing! Exactly. We're learning absolutely nothing. It's all review of every stupid math I've ever done. Plus, there's no calculus. What a ripoff. And you're thinking, so what? What's this girl's problem? Well, see, I actually WANT to learn calculus. And review for an entire year SUCKS. It's not like we're learning it any differently than before. The textbook says the word "calculus" only once. That's on the COVER. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /><br /><br />So, at least things are normal. I'm still crazy.<br /><br />And I have homework I really OUGHT to be doing, except that I'm dead tired and my EEEEEEYYYYYEEESSSSSs...<br /><br />Even chem honors is easy. What's so difficult about dimensional analysis? It's actually almost fun. Then again...I'm CRAZY.<br /><br />Nananananana! I get to sleep in through English cuz I've already READ the first book on the reading list! (I feel like such a nerd! :33)<br /><br />I have other things to say about more serious issues, but it isn't the right time. My eyes hurt too much. Maybe I should stop wearing my contacts after 12 hours.<br /><br />Huh. Do ya like plushers? <a href="http://darkly-radiant.deviantart.com/art/PLUSHERS-97105728">[link]</a> ZOMG CUTE! Or weird looking. Whatever. It really was HARD to figure out, since I made him up and everything. I had to experiment a little. I felt very ingenious afterward. ;D<br /><br />I want chocolate cake! Wah!<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>08.08</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 13:56:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Scheduling a road test..<br /><br />There's nothing to say really.<br /><br />Parents are stupid. I wish they'd never gotten married.<br /><br />I made myself a bright yellow scarf and it doesn't match anything. Ah well. Fashion statements.<br /><br />Hmmf.<br /><br />I'm knitting too much, says Mom.<br /><br />I'm making this cute BUNNEHHHH plushie. Will be submitted. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" /><br /><br />Heh, Miguel somehow thinks he can win the Publisher's Clearinghouse stuff. It's so naive.<br /><br />I wish I had a boyfriend.<br /><br />I don't even know whether I'd rather be at school right now.<br /><br />It all goes too fast.<br /><br />I still think I'm a bad person. I just can't make the right decisions. I'm like a retard genius. Well, I guess that evens out.<br /><br />I hate them.<br /><br />Not much else now.<br /><br />.....<br /><br />Today is.....I don't know.<br /><br />I have my contacts now, and I can finally see how ugly I am, I guess.<br /><br />My assignments aren't getting done.<br /><br />Sort of.<br /><br />I can't write today.<br /><br />I used to count my parents' arguments. I started April 2007 and got to 270-something before I lost count recently.<br /><br />I don't understand mom and mom doesn't understand me. I hate how we're so "close," like we're pretending, and I know someday I'm going to leave and never come back. I was her LIFE. Who does she have? And I'm such a loser, taking it all for granted. I wish I had somebody else's parents.<br /><br />I used to wish I was normal, but now I don't anymore. I don't wish anymore.<br /><br />Mom always repeats herself. She can't say, "You just don't understand" just once. She can't say, "I hate you" just once.<br /><br />(I can't say I love even once)<br /><br />I think it must be evil, me not loving my own parents. I don't love anyone. I am devoid of emotion. I can only hurt.<br /><br />It doesn't matter now.<br /><br />I'm just always thinking of the inevitable.<br /><br />I know I have no reason to be upset now. It's only the past that whispers in my ear.<br /><br />I'll get over it.<br /><br />I'll never get over it.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ennui.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 17:14:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>ItÂs ennui. IÂm suffering from ennui. And thereÂs nothing I can do.<br /><br />I always used to muse about summer vacation when I was younger; how we want it to be summer while schoolÂs in session, and when summer comes, weÂd rather be at school.<br /><br />Maybe IÂm the only one who thinks that way.<br /><br />But IÂm so bored. I wake up at 8:30, I eat breakfast (although today I fasted until dinner, but IÂll get to that), I read the funnies, I do sudoku. And then I try to find something with which to occupy myself for a few hours until Mom wakes up. IÂm no longer allowed to listen to music indefinitely, since Mom says I canÂt be taking my showers at noon. I just donÂt see the point of getting all ready when thereÂs nothing to do. ItÂs like prolonging my boredom.<br /><br />I have nothing to work at anymore. I have no goals. ThereÂs no one to talk to but Mom, and Miguel. But Mom is fussy and Miguel is mundane. IÂm starting to dislike him like I tend to do every once in a while. I just get sick of his blind happiness for no apparent reason. He plays video games all the time, and when I try to discuss a really in-depth, hard-to-explain topic, he just says (thoughtfully, as if to seem truly puzzled Â but itÂs the same every time) ÂI donÂt knowÂÂ and then proceeds to either change the subject or make a joke about it.<br /><br />HeÂs always making a joke about it. <br /><br />I canÂt make him sad no matter what, and although I donÂt want to or anything, it seems to make himÂunreal somehow. ItÂs like heÂs that silly robot that Ford Prefect reprogrammed so that its unhappiness circuits donÂt function correctly.<br /><br />I just want a serious relationship with SOMEONE, thatÂs all. And not just love, but real friendship with meaning to it. I feel like this has no meaning.<br /><br />But this summer feels so heavy, like the air itself is crushing me. I feel trapped in my house. I feel trapped in my life. ItÂs like I have nothing to do Â minus chores, and playing piano, and going out to driveÂ<br /><br />IÂm even having piano ennui. IÂm already at the highest difficulty level possible, whatÂs there to attain? Besides improved sight-reading, but thatÂs already happening. And quickly. But I have nothing that I really want to play. Just notes on a page to bang away at. I donÂt even know the melodies. Even new music doesnÂt rev me up. And MomÂs sort of unsure of whether she wants to buy me a violin. But that might be fun. I wanted to.<br /><br />Nothing seems worth doing. Why go out? And when we do go to the mall or go shopping, I have nothing I want to buy.<br /><br />For over a month now, IÂve desired an ESCAPE. I want to go far, far, away from Oswego, away from everyone I know. I want to get away from my parents. I want to be alone. So alone. And for ever. I hate everyone and everything! I need to get away!<br /><br />I only want to sleep now, really. But then I get into be and the thoughts start popping into my head and I canÂt fall asleep. IÂm stuck and I canÂt do anything.<br /><br />And whatÂs there to hope for? IÂve done everything. IÂve got the final averages. IÂve succeeded in school. And college, then adult lifeÂit seems so distant, so far away from right now. I need a now solution.<br /><br />And donÂt tell me to get a job. IÂve already thought of that. And it hasnÂt come to my door yet, since thatÂs the only way anythingÂs getting doneÂ<br /><br />ItÂs not just all this. I really hate myself. ItÂs getting worse. ItÂs like I have no self-esteem. I have no confidence. I have nothing. IÂm never satisfied with my appearance Â I need to lose weightÂIÂve needed to lose weight for months nowÂ<br /><br />I hate my wants, my needs. I wish I could just not want anything. That way IÂd never get in trouble. IÂd always do my chores. IÂd be perfect if I could just stop being soÂ<br /><br />But I canÂt.<br /><br />ItÂs like eternity is spread in front of my weary eyes and IÂm being blinded by it. ItÂs like suddenly thereÂs nothing to live for. ItÂs like IÂm constantly tired Â I work through every day for the pleasure of sleep. I hate waking up. I donÂt want to be awake for another 15 hoursÂ<br /><br />Hmm. News Â at DadÂs work, they had a drawing Â 25 winners. Those 25 people get to go on a bus ride to New York City and see a Yankees game. Huh, well, Dad won. Me and him are gonna go  - July 18th, thatÂs the day. IÂve never seen a Yankees game, IÂve never been into sports, I just want to GO. Mom isnÂt coming with us, all the better. But IÂm somehow not excited.<br /><br />Maybe thisÂll go away. But thatÂs like saying, Âmaybe someone will ask me outÂ or Âmaybe my mom will stop being the way she isÂ or Âmaybe the world will end tomorrow.Â<br /><br />See how IÂm acting? And I canÂt let it get to me, I canÂt let it show. I can never let mom see how IÂm feeling. SheÂs always so stressed as it is.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>7.08</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:29:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Someone last week commented on how I've become happy again, and it made me wonder. I really do take for granted and barely notice such a rare event as happiness in my life, and now that it came, it went, and I'm left confused. Maybe it shouldn't be this way. Maybe I should always be happy.<br /><br />But I'm not, and no one knows why, because no one understands. And I know that sounds stupid, but being a minority of one, and therefore insane, I tend to believe such impossibly possible ideas. And it really is possible that I'm the only person in this stupid, ironic, situation.<br /><br />(And doesn't it hurt to call it irony when it's your own life?)<br /><br />These are the thoughts of Monday, that night when I lay in bed all night with words swarming through my head, those words I need to write down. It's too important. It's too ironic. And I can't keep living this way forever.<br /><br />It blows my mind. How is it that I'm never good enough? It's my own high expectations, is it? But I can never sacrifice that. That's what keeps me ahead, that's what keeps me aware of society and above its mistakes. And yet I know something.<br /><br />I know. They tell you when you are little (since that's the time when lowered standards and apathy become inscribed in our brains) that perfection is unattainable. To be perfect is impossible; be happy with what you are. And I know that perfection is impossible, I know I can never attain it, I know I can't reach it. I know that if it was possible it wouldn't be perfection, I know that perfect in essence does not exist, I know that humankind is rendered imperfect. And I know that nature is imperfect, and nature is beautiful, and imperfection is beauty.<br /><br />But I can still try.<br /><br />Not that I want to. I have to. <br /><br />That's what they don't get.<br /><br />Those who know me, I don't know what they think about me, but they must think I am good enough. I don't. I know I'm not, and you can never convince me otherwise (this, by the way, is the reason I will never love or be loved). I am completely intolerable. My mind is too sharp, and yet I am foolish. I can write brilliantly (onlu on a whim, as it is) but I cannot speak eloquently. I sound like a fool, in fact, and I stutter, and I don't finish my sentences. I am not pretty or tall or graceful. But that is trivial.<br /><br />What worries me is that I am immoral, to my own standards. I cannot say how I know this. Perhaps it was that incident in May that triggered my doubts, but I know that I am not good enough morally. I need to be a better person, but I CAN'T be a better person.<br /><br />Maybe, maybe it isn't me. Maybe it's my mother. Yeah, let's blame my mother (morals?). She exerts more pressure than she gives praise; but she gives too much praise (I've never known what to do with praise and the strange feeling I get when I get a compliment. It confuses me.). I know, somehow, that my life isn't right; it's off kilter somehow. The pressure put on me to do EVERYTHING perfectly is out of place. But it's there, and it's not even about the important things. I could miss a spot cleaning or go to bed later than 8:30 and end up being yelled at for hours. That's what Monday night was. My parents went to bed early, and I stayed up reading 1984. I took care of the pet and then started reading again, because it was only 8:30. I was about to get to bed at 9 when my parents called me up, thinking I was doing something wrong. I wasn't. It was so ridiculous.<br /><br />I can be the best daughter possible: I care about school and I do well, I play piano, I don't mess around or do drugs or have suspicious friends. But really, I should. Because what's expected? My parents are so out of touch that they don't see how LUCKY they are to have ME.<br /><br />I'm still not good enough, you see. It's miserable. And I can't talk about it. Because I'm always wrong.<br /><br />That's one of my maxims now: I'm always wrong, Mom is always right. There is no defying this logic; it is the LAW. <br /><br />I wonder why I am so indecisive. Am I afraid of being wrong? I can't choose a side in an argument - am I afraid I'll choose the wrong one?<br /><br />But, you say, that's not possible. An opinion is not a fact, and therefore can't be wrong, right? But that is not the case in my household - there is wrong, and there is right, but no "in-between."<br /><br />Besides, I'm always wrong anyway. So's Dad. Even more so.<br /><br />It's not like Mom isn't right, either. She really is. You just can't argue with her - and hell, you'd be on a suicide mission to try.<br /><br />Sometimes, she isn't. Or maybe she is, and I'm infinitely wrong. But we were having a discussion on gay rights (I DIDN'T START IT!!!) and she is totally against them.<br /><br />That only is because of her so-called religion. That's not nice to say, but we haven't regularly gone to church since I was too little to think about it. But what I DID think about it....I h... ]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:02:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Happeh Friday. <a href="http://dweebdanceplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/w/dweebdanceplz.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":icondweebdanceplz:" title="dweebdanceplz"/></a><br /><br />Hmm, so my birthday wasn't trash, but it wasn't heaven either, and I really wasn't expecting much. I didn't even know what I wanted for presents, but then I found these awesome converse....<a href="http://shopimages-pe.delias.com/153743_blu_w.jpg">[link]</a> ...so I bought them. I'm just still waiting for the UPS truck. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crying.gif" width="20" height="17" alt=":crying:" title="Crying" /><br /><br />Ah well.<br /><br />My school citrix started working, finally. Silly, I know.<br /><br />It's about to pour rain and I'm laughing because my friend Miguel is out fishing! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" /><br /><br />More later, got to get off (thunder and lightning or something).<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>JUNE 18 is COMING.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 12:05:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>I'm about to have the Worst Sixteenth Birthday in modern history! Just to let you all know! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" /><br /><br />It's so awesome, I get a Global Studies regents that day, with the wonderful prospect of a Math B2 Regents the next day! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasm.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":sarcasm:" title="Hahahahaha. No." /> And of course I'm not having a party, because who wants to party when they should be studying their little butts off?!<br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shakefist.gif" width="24" height="18" alt=":shakefist:" title="CURSE YOU!" /><br /><br />Yes, it's amazing! I've been complaining for about a month now, but now it's IN WRITING and IN UR FACE for everyone to see how teed off I am!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pissed.gif" width="15" height="20" alt=":pissed:" title="Pissed" /><br /><br />I'm so jealous of Andrew Bush, who gets his birthday on June <i>7th</i>, which is only 11 days earlier but allows <i>him</i> to have a perfectly normal and happy birthday. GOD!!!!<br /><br />Isn't your 16th supposed to be special? Like when you get the most amazing party where all of your friends show up (that sounds amazing to me, who invites 4 people and has one who comes, or 8 people and 3 come...etc...), and you get the most amazing presents and you have a really fun time and then go to get your drivers permit?<br /><br />But my mom decided that I can't get my permit until a week after my wonderfully convenient birthday, so that finals will be over with and so I can be really prepared for some sort of written test you have to take to get your permit. The thing is, I don't think she has any ground for that. Isn't that test really short and easy? I probably know more than I need for the test - I could seriously go driving right now and know all of the rules. So that's stupid.<br /><br />And to top it off, I don't even know what I want for my birthday anyway. I mean, besides all that stuff I can't have, like a decent life, and a boyfriend, and happiness, etc. Yeah, I sound emo, I know ("I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed."). But I've just had a really tough time with my conscience, and now it feels like life is taking it all out on me by making my only important birthday suck. And it's true, I can't really be happy unless something else gets added that isn't there already. Of course...."Life's bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it."<br /><br />My mom is even totally puzzled about what to get me. We tried going to the bookstore, but I couldn't find anything I wanted to read. Now, that's a really bad sign, when that happens. It either means there's really nothing good to read, or that you are having some sort of identity related problems.<br /><br />For me, it means I'm a hypochondriac because according to all forms of logic and anti-logic and logic that comes from the darkest regions of the galaxy when you're least expecting it, everything means I'm a hypochondriac. That essentially means i'm a hypochondriac no matter what, even considering the fact that I can barely type the word "hypochondriac" without first misspelling every other word in the sentence.<br /><br />"Pardon me for breathing, which I never do any way so I don't know why I bother to say it, oh God, I'm so depressed."<br /><br />Anyhow, it's quite unnecessary to even say I'm a hypochondriac anymore, because now it feels like that's sort of in some way redundant (I'm a hypochondriac about being a hypochondriac? What does that make me? A hypohypochondriac????).<br /><br />For all those who need clarification, me being a hypochondriac (something I realized about 2 weeks ago while feeling awfully like a robot that's been sitting around in a parking lot for 10 million years) means that I'm constantly thinking something's wrong with me. I think I have an eating disorder, or a personality disorder, or that I'm a complete anti-social freak, or that I'm going to fail because my standards are too high. Or that I'm logically inefficient. Or that I'm overweight, or that I'm over-sensitive, or that I'm over analytical, or that I'm overreacting. *sigh*<br /><br />"I'm not getting you down at all, am I?"<br /><br />Hmm. So happy birthday to me, I guess. "Life, loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it."<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>EPIC FAIL.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 06:34:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>There's epic fail, and then there's.....<br /><br />Epic tail - A really big tail. (Take that any way you want to. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" title=":O (Eek)" />)<br /><br />Epic nail - growing your fingernails so long that it's scary. <br /><br />Epic snail - the best (slowest) gastropod of them all.<br /><br />Epic stale - breaking your teeth on two-week old bread. (See also - croutons)<br /><br />Epic pale - my skin in January. :333<br /><br />Epic shale - a form of wicked cool sediment (only one other person besides me understands this joke, so don't even ask)<br /><br />Epic frail - I poke you with feather. You drop dead into this pile of bones. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" title=":O (Eek)" /><br /><br />Epic mail - See SPAM<br /><br />Epic hail - stay indoors.<br /><br />Epic sale - I got it for 10 cents!<br /><br />Epic veil - what face?<br /><br />Epic whale - ...and a pot of petunias (not <i>again</i>)<br /><br />Epic jail - the 2 1/2 second sentence (for peeing in the swimming pool! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />)<br /><br />Epic scale: 1. When your triple beam balance weighs in a paperclip at 200 grams. 2. When your picture of Fluffy suddenly gets really fat. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /><br /><br />Epic wail: 1. The sound of me failing life. 2. ZOMG MY GLASSES! 3. *dies*<br /><br /><a href="http://failsignplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/f/a/failsignplz.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconfailsignplz:" title="failsignplz"/></a><br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>#########</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:07:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't write journals if I'm afraid people will read them? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /> Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know....<br /><br />I'm censoring myself. Really stupid, I know. I could seriously do that <i>English project due two weeks ago that isn't late yet</i> about myself, for those who understand that. (*coughVictoriacough*)<br /><br />I'm totally getting nowhere with life and this journal entry. Ah well. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /><br /><br />Don't tell me I need counseling, because I'm already quite aware of that. Maybe if I just ignore the issue it will go away. It's almost a non-issue as it is. It makes barely any sense, and I've gone on and on about it for no reason at all except to make myself feel guilty. There's no way I can fix something that way, right? I just am really not sure whether there's even anything to fix. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" title=":O (Eek)" /><br /><br />Will update later.</sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Hello jello gello chello cello?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 06:37:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>05.08</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 15:38:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>I'll submit more soon. I've done some really random comic-like pages over the week, and I plan on submitting them one of these days.<br /><br />Maybe I'll write stuff, and submit that, too. Although it's bound to be badly written. (I don't have much faith in my writing abilities <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />)<br /><br />I'm also on the brink of failing English, even if I do have a 97 in the class.<br /><br />I've just met this guy in my 9th period study hall, and it turns out he was in my kindergarten class. I haven't seen him since I was six. It's real weird, but kinda cool.<br /><br />This is as long as today's entry will get. :333<br /><br />Love you all. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br />.....<br /><b>may 14.   (Please don't read)<br /><br />I just feel like I've totally lost control. I can't even control what I'm doing or what words come out my mouth. And I say stupid things, and I say all the wrong things, and I don't know what to say.<br /><br />I've been going through a lot.<br /><br />I've been feeling hopeless, because I'm in this constant struggle. It's a never ending cycle that I can't get out of. I can't do anything creative anymore, because the words and the pictures just don't come out right. I feel like I can't anyway, like I'm sinning when I write. Even now. And I don't know what's going to happen today or tomorrow or the next day, but it's going to keep coming back and ripping me open again and again and again.<br /><br />I can't talk to anyone. It's too personal. It's too sad, it's too complicated. Who could understand how I'm feeling? They can't. I know they can't. I can't face them. I can't look at them when they say it's okay, I can't stand to see the looks on their faces.<br /><br />But I wish I could talk.<br /><br />I'm always getting people who tell me I should go get a counselor or something, because they think that could ever help me. It can't. It's stupid. I've always thought that was stupid when I was depressed for no reason at all. But now it's real, real, pain that I can't ignore.<br /><br />But I'm too busy for counselors. And they'll only make me more depressed. </b><br /><br />I don't want to say it but I really did consider just giving up, but then I realized it wouldn't work, it wouldn't be right, it's selfish of me to even consider it. I wish I could just die without affecting anyone.<br /><br /><b>Just ignore me. Let me fix this.<br /><br />It's never going to heal; even I know that.</b></sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>04.08</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 05:56:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>Hello.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />30 second entry. ^^</sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>03.08</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 17:12:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>EDITS:<br /><br />OMG!!!<br /><br />This is awesome, guys!! I just got featured by =<a class="u" href="http://merlinxswordfishii.deviantart.com/">MerlinxSwordfishII</a> in his journal! Check it out. <a href="http://merlinxswordfishii.deviantart.com/journal/">[link]</a><br /><br /><br />Love you all <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" />              <br /><br /><br />3.15.08 Saturday 8:03 pm<br /><br />My computer is a [insert not politically correct term here]. It defaulted to this crazy new user thing that didn't exist before 6 pm today. We had to reinstall the Internet, for god sake. Me and my dad don't get it. This system's pretty hardy. It hasn't died for like, 5 years. (And it's Windows 2000, get that)<br /><br />So I'm [insert synonym for annoyed].<br /><br />I haven't gotten much done in the way of my [insert rude adjective] research project from that [insert not politically correct term here]. Go figure.<br /><br />Hopefully we can reset the computer to the way it was last thursday. If not, I'll be....well, you know.</sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>.thesis.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:59:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>2/27/08 wednesday<br /><br />I am okay. I didn't belong there, and I don't belong here, but I am okay.<br /><br />There aren't enough hours in the night and these days are getting longer. I can't remember another time when I was longing for winter to last.<br /><br />One of the computers in the library is out of order. It is flashing different colors with a self-diagnostics "no signal check signal" message on the screen. I am at least glad that it is next to me, so that I don't have anyone on my left. (I hate being watched)<br /><br />I am supposed to be forming a thesis regarding the KAL 007 incident of 1983, but my mind is blank and the words will not come out. I lack an opinion.<br /><br />I will probably be dead by the time I see what's directly in front of my face.<br /><br />When I die, <5 people will attend my funeral. The rest will stay at home, updating their facebook accounts and chatting online while my body is laid to rest or unrest. No one will read a book that day, they will be too busy.<br /><br />They won't play any music at my funeral, either. Unless it is Radiohead. I dunno.<br /><br />I think I need help, but I don't intend on trying to get any.<br /><br />.<br />There are 7 red stripes in the American flag.<br /><br />I had been on bus 7. (Which was 14 minutes late one time)<br /><br />My room number was 1477.<br /><br />My topic is KAL 007.<br /><br />As of today, I've visited 7 sites regarding that topic.<br /><br />(I'm guessing now that I'll have to write my theis 7 times before I get it right)<br /><br />The 7th computer in this row is not occupied.<br />.<br /><br />I understand. I understand nothing.<br /><br />Their faces are fading from my memory. The photographs won't be developed until Thursday.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://blue-sunrise.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/l/blue-sunrise.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconblue-sunrise:" title="blue-sunrise"/></a> <---meh<br />clubs...............................................................!<br /><br /><a href="http://harrypotterfans.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/h/a/harrypotterfans.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconharrypotterfans:" title="harrypotterfans"/></a><a href="http://style-me-up.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/t/style-me-up.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconstyle-me-up:" title="style-me-up"/></a><a href="http://surrealsociety.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/u/surrealsociety.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconsurrealsociety:" title="surrealsociety"/></a><a href="http://hogwartsart.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/h/o/hogwartsart.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconhogwartsart:" title="hogwartsart"/></a><a href="http://the-black-paraders.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/the-black-paraders.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconthe-black-paraders:" title="the-black-paraders"/></a><a href="http://writers-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/w/r/writers-club.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconwriters-club:" title="writers-club"/></a><a href="http://slytherin.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/l/slytherin.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconslytherin:" title="slytherin"/></a><a href="http://thepencilclub.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/thepencilclub.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconthepencilclub:" title="thepencilclub"/></a><a href="http://pastdervishandbanges.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/p/a/pastdervishandbanges.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconpastdervishandbanges:" title="pastdervishandbanges"/></a><a href="http://fob-fanatics.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/f/o/fob-fanatics.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconfob-fanatics:" title="fob-fanatics"/></a><a href="http://death-eaters-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/e/death-eaters-club.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":icondeath-eaters-club:" title="death-eaters-club"/></a><a href="http://domo-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/o/domo-club.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":icondomo-club:" title="domo-club"/></a><br /><br /><br />they watch me (a short list)...............................!<br /><br /><a href="http://harrypotterfans.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/h/a/harrypotterfans.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconharrypotterfans:" title="harrypotterfans"/></a><a href="http://writers-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/w/r/writers-club.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconwrit... ]]></description>
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                <title>.........;</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 14:02:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub><br /><sub>2/14<br />Happy Valentines Day. And for us miserably singles, Not-So-Happy Black Thursday (*cough*). Or perhaps it should be Blindingly Pink Thursday?? Blecchhh...<br /><br />Thanks to Brian for getting me more Hersheys Kisses than are humanly possible for me to eat (which is why they're almost gone already. :333). <br /><br />I'm slightly confused as to why my <i>friend</i> Miguel got me a <i>bracelet</i> today...but I'm convincing myself that his mother told him to...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wtf.gif" width="16" height="16" alt=":wtf:" title="WTF?" /><br /><br />Okay, enough Valentines shit. (I'm single and lonely)<br /><br />I've been told I ought to seek help from a guidance counselor on my various issues, but that's exactly what I don't want to do. Yeah, I've got MAJOR problems, but all the counselor-psychotherapist/ass-wipe *cough* is going to do for me is reiterate everything I already know. I guess there's just something stopping me from fixing my problems, and don't worry - I'll figure it out, and iradicate it (or learn to live with it).<br /><br />And don't ask me to tell you what my problems are. This is the internet, for god sake. I don't want everyone here knowing my deepest secrets. Or...maybe i kinda do. It's hard to explain. I guess, if you're really interested or concerned, you could note me and I might tell you, but that's only if I'm in the mood. And I really doubt anyone cares.<br /><br />You know, this is the most pointless entry ever. Besides every other one I've ever submitted. *sigh*<br /><br />But besides all this, I actually have been feeling less depressed and more at ease with my life lately. I can't call that coincidence, so I guess it's just random. It sure ain't coincidence....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2/???<br /><br />I'm in DC!!!! Leadership conference,,, and these computers have super sensitive keyboards...<br /><br />lol. no time to talk....maybe. i dunno. people playing air hockey, i suck at it but play anyway. me and my roommate debbie played but it timed out on us. 5-5. Damn, i could've won. Uhhh...<br /><br />more talk later....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://blue-sunrise.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/l/blue-sunrise.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconblue-sunrise:" title="blue-sunrise"/></a> <---meh<br />clubs...............................................................!<br /><br /><a href="http://harrypotterfans.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/h/a/harrypotterfans.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconharrypotterfans:" title="harrypotterfans"/></a><a href="http://theslytherindorms.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/theslytherindorms.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":icontheslytherindorms:" title="theslytherindorms"/></a><a href="http://surrealsociety.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/u/surrealsociety.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconsurrealsociety:" title="surrealsociety"/></a><a href="http://hogwartsart.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/h/o/hogwartsart.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconhogwartsart:" title="hogwartsart"/></a><a href="http://the-black-paraders.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/the-black-paraders.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconthe-black-paraders:" title="the-black-paraders"/></a><a href="http://writers-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/w/r/writers-club.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconwriters-club:" title="writers-club"/></a><a href="http://slytherin.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/l/slytherin.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconslytherin:" title="slytherin"/></a><a href="http://thepencilclub.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/thepencilclub.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconthepencilclub:" title="thepencilclub"/></a><a href="http://pastdervishandbanges.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/p/a/pastdervishandbanges.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconpastdervishandbanges:" title="pastdervishandbanges"/></a><a href="http://fob-fanatics.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/f/o/fob-fanatics.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconfob-fanatics:" title="fob-fanatics"/></a><a href="http://death-eaters-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/e/death-eaters-club.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":icondeath-eaters-club:" title="death-eaters-club"/></a><a href="http://domo-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/o/domo-club.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":icondomo-club:" title="domo-club"/></a><br /><br /><br />they watch me (a short list)................... ]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 12:08:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub><br />1/6<br />I've been busy on photoshop trying to edit a drawing I scanned. It's a perfectly good drawing; in fact, it's one of my favorites, but it's on lined paper. So I have to get rid of all the lines. Yep, it's a ton of fun.<br /><br />If anyone has an easier method of erasing those lines than what I'm doing now, which is the hard way (I assume it is, since it takes a half hour for every few inches...XD), then could you let me know? I'm kind of annoyed that it takes this long, and it probably doesn't, for someone who has slightly more experience. Lol, thx.<br /><br />^^<br /><br />1/16      <a href="http://failplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/f/a/failplz.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconfailplz:" title="failplz"/></a><br />Yusss! My life sucks! I had this weird dream last night too, about ghosts, but we won'tt get into that...<br /><br />(Idiot! "Won't" only has one t!!! ...Dude. I can't type.)<br /><br />Brian suggested I take a Vow Of Silence, and I'm thinking that's not such a bad idea. He said only at home; but I'm thinking about just being mute for the rest of my days (Brian, you've created a monster...)<br /><br />Everyone in my French class HATES me (except the teacher; she fears me), and I pretend I don't know why.<br /><br />I'm <b>NOT</b> a fricking know-it-all!!!!! I don't know everything: in fact, I barely know anything!! (I can't even type for shit) I just can't stand how they all think I know all the answers all the time - and when I don't, it's a hell of a good thing because it means JUSTICE! for them.<br /><br />I also pretend it doesn't bother the hell out of me.<br /><br />Guess what? It does. Perhaps I'm just way over-sensitive or something, but I actually care a LOT about what people think of me.<br /><br />Yes, they're a load of jerks, but that's not the point. (I seriously think I'd be the black sheep even if they actually had half a brain between them---oh, but I can't say that!!! Then I'm saying I'm <i>smarter</i> than them!!! That automatically makes me the antagonist! You know, there're no winners in this situation...because even if they're the mob, they still don't have half a brain...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />)<br /><br />I just feel left out, and that never feels good.<br /><br />***<br />Oh, and btw - <br /><br />I'm getting close to that 1000 pageview mark (*verysmallw00t*), so if anyone happens to catch that view, well....<br /><br />I'll do something very nice for ya. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> Haven't thought of just what, yet...<br /><br />Oh! Here's an idea...<b> Send me the screenshot, via that email address thingy. And I'll draw you a picture. Of your choice! </b>Yays!^__^<br /><br />So...just keep them pageviews commin...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://blue-sunrise.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/l/blue-sunrise.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconblue-sunrise:" title="blue-sunrise"/></a> <---meh<br />clubs...............................................................!<br /><br /><a href="http://harrypotterfans.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/h/a/harrypotterfans.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconharrypotterfans:" title="harrypotterfans"/></a><a href="http://theslytherindorms.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/theslytherindorms.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":icontheslytherindorms:" title="theslytherindorms"/></a><a href="http://surrealsociety.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/u/surrealsociety.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconsurrealsociety:" title="surrealsociety"/></a><a href="http://hogwartsart.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/h/o/hogwartsart.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconhogwartsart:" title="hogwartsart"/></a><a href="http://the-black-paraders.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/the-black-paraders.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconthe-black-paraders:" title="the-black-paraders"/></a><a href="http://writers-club.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/w/r/writers-club.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconwriters-club:" title="writers-club"/></a><a href="http://slytherin.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/l/slytherin.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconslytherin:" title="slytherin"/></a><a href="http://thepencilclub.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/h/thepencilclub.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconthepencilclub:" tit... ]]></description>
                <author>~darkly-radiant</author>
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                <title>New journal entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 09:06:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub>You know it.<br />
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sometimes i wish i had something more to say.<br />
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sooner......<br />
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<sub>I never have a single good thing to say.<br />
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But plenty of bad things. I just don't like to mention them.<br />
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I haven't seen a friend of mine in a few days, and it's been good not seeing him. I don't want to hear his terminology and his disregard for my situation, the one he doesn't know exists. I consider, in my head, I consider telling him. Then I imagine what he would say. And i know why I can never tell him, or anyone else.<br />
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But especially not him. I think he has no sensitivity.<br />
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It's not like what I'm doing is wrong. It's not like it's right, it's not like it's anything really. It hasn't been long, it's not serious, I can convince myself of anything.<br />
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Somehow though, I know I'm digging myself a deep, dark hole.<br />
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I think I'll go hide there when I've convinced myself it's deep enough.<br />
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I'm working on a drawing, and it's coming along nicely. It's not colorful, either - go figure.<br />
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I sometimes hate xmas, for reasons that excape me. It might be that no one really knows what I want, so everyone gets me art supplies, because that's really all I have to offer - I'm the Art Geek of Oswego High, it's already official. That's what I don't like about school in general, everyone judges you. No one knows a single thing about me anyway. I know much more about them, since i sit there, contemplating life and observing the idiocracy of the 10th grade population.<br />
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I hate Santa Claus; he is creepy. (Sees you when you're sleeping??? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/noes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":noes:" title="Noes!" />)<br />
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I hate the shopping and the gift wrapping and the red and green decorations. And I especially hate those SAME OLD stupid songs over and over, every year. I hate how no one (except churches, and I don't like churches) gets the real, original, meaning of xmas.<br />
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I think I'll start celebrating Festivus - get me a pole.<br />
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clubs...........................................................!<br />
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                <author>~darkly-radiant</author>
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                <title>I'm not a newbie</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 13:36:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub><br />
Just so you know. My old account: <a href="http://blue-sunrise.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/l/blue-sunrise.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconblue-sunrise:" title="blue-sunrise"/></a><br />
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I plan to submit my better work here.<br />
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clubs...........................................................!<br />
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