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        <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 11:29:13 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Conversational Fail</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 21:00:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hi. How are you? <br />Me? Oh, I'm doing ok, work, sleep, animal crackers, the usual.<br />Are you now? Nice! How long will you be...<br />I see.<br />I hope you have fun! Though I'll miss you.<br />Aww, I lover you too!<br />Although, while we're on the subject, I could mean that.<br />Like seriously mean it.<br />I love you.<br />Haha of course I'm joking...<br />...unless you mean it?<br />What just happened?<br />Yeah.<br />See you around.<br />Bye.<br />-click-<br />I love you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Computers: Slender, shiny entities of pure evil!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 18:47:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Soooooooooooooo.....It's gonna be awhile before you see anything new from me, because my computer crashed this morning! Taking ALL OF MY DOCUMENTS with it. I am pissed and depressed beyond words. My poetry is gone, my short stories are gone, the not so short (novel-ish almost) story I hadn't told anyone I was working on is gone, my songs for Ren Fest auditions are gone, my mindless rants are gone. You get it. As are all of my pictures and music. I have nothing but internet access. Did I mention I'm so angry and upset I could cry right now? Damn. <br />Anyways, just thought I'd let you know I'm gonna be quiet for a while, don't worry about me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Christmas</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 18:50:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ah, 'tis the yuletide, a wonderful time for joy, happiness, love and family. Which makes one wonder why suicide rates are so high this time of year. Oh wait, is it because very few people have beautiful perfect sitcom Christmases? I think that might be it. It's a very lucky minority who have it. I count myself as lucky, but not in the traditional sense. In all honesty, Christmas at my parent's house sucks. My mother depressed because we have very little money. My Dad's depressed for personal reasons from his family past. I'm depressed because my parents barely even try anymore. You never can tell what my sister will do from year to year. I just keep smiling for my brother, who's still too young to be brought down by everyone else's mood. I'm lucky because I have wonderful friends. Because there are always a couple Christmas parties and a New Year's Eve one as well full of people I love, where that TV warmth can actually be found. I've been lucky enough to make a lot of wonderful friends since I got to college, people I had classes with and such, and I feel almost like I've been adopted into an entire pre-existing group by one of them, and I love them all. I also have all of my friends from high school, still, too, and I love all of them so much. And of course, I have my room mates, which makes every day full of that warm fireplace love.<br />I am truly blessed to have all of them, all of you. Truly blessed to get two or three christmases every year. Truly blessed to be surrounded by love all the time. I will never know what I did to deserve it, but I am grateful everyday.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Where were we? Abject Humiliation!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 23:25:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ First: Major kudos to he or she who can place the quote that is my title.<br />Now on to the main event! (And that one)<br />I apparently don't believe in updating very often. Sorry about that. Mostly, I haven't written anything update worthy in quite some time. Although it takes a lot for me to find something worth posting anywhere, and I don't usually hold myself up to my own standards and post anyways. Because the truly beautiful things one can not post on a website like this. Moments where your life is complete because you're laughing, and she's laughing, and no one is there to interupt or question. Perfect comfy hugs from friends. Perfect comforting hugs from people who mean more (or less depending on how you look at it). Silly kisses on top of your head. Staring out at an audience through the glare of ten fernells and five more par cans. Hitting a high C. Tromping through knee high snow. Rolling down hills. The way a smile really lights up a face. A perfect rendition of a beautiful piece of music. The way sunlight shimmers off of clean hair when someone shakes their head. The way a good dancer walks. In short, love. <br />With my inability to express these things properly in words comes my inability to convince myself to post anything where someone might see it. <br />If I ever manage to, you will be the first to know, I promise.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A first!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:55:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I find myself writing things I can't share. I find myself writing things I don't want the world to know. And for once I find myself unable to twist them into anonymity so no one can figure out who I'm writing to or about. I lack the basic ability to just completely make something up, everything I write is based on how I feel and what I experience. Probably why I'm so fond of &#039<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";p" title="Wink/Razz" />rosetry'. I just found that term, meaning something written in neither a prose or poetic format, which describes a lot of what I write. It's chopped up like a poem, but has a complete lack of rhythm and meter, like prose. I rather like it. &#039<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";P" title="Wink/Razz" />rosetry' It's even fun to say. But this is why I haven't posted anything for a while. I can't distance myself far enough from my emotions to turn them into anything I would want to share with you. I'm still working on some new stuff, and maybe I'll have something up for you soon, but with a non-professional-level writer, you never can tell.<br />However, any thoughts on a slow time pocket are quite welcome.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Mr. Celophane</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 16:42:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I lack the coherency to write about any of he things I need to write about. None of my poems or short stories are coming together, and I have made no progress on any of my old projects. I have, however, moved, continued trying to figure out if I'm in a relationship or not, and started working sixty to seventy hours a week. <br />My life right now sucks. <br />I miss everybody. And I mean everybody. I was never very scoial until I got to college and realised that it was possible to have the kind of friends that meant you never had to be alone. I have been alone a lot. You get used to it. Now I find myself alone a lot again, and I don't like it anymore. Some of you I haven't seen since school got out. And I mis you guys like you wouldn't believe. Who knew you could form such strong bonds so quickly? And who knew strong bonds could dissolve just as quickly? I feel like I am not really part of my group from high school anymore. I stopped being able to see them evryday, and they stopped noticing me. I go to visit and I get waved at and then ignored by the people who were my best friends just nine months ago. <br />I wonder if they were lying to me the whole time?<br />I hope fervently everyday I don't lose the people I have come to care about so much over the last months simply because it is not feasible to see them all the time over the summer. It's why I text/call/IM/Facebook people constantly, and maybe too much, because I'm afraid that I may just fade out again. <br />They call me celophane, Mr. Celophane. Shoulda been my name, Mr. Celophane, cuz you can see right through me, look right by me, and never know I'm there. Never even know I'm there.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>time for more journaling...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 22:16:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...nothing too exciting going on...FACE is freaking amazing as ever...<3 them like you wouldn't believe. I have too much empty space on my walls, extra- and intrapersonal walls, after my Kevin purging. I don't know what to do with myself without him. As a result I haven't been writing because I don't feel like I have anything to draw from. Which is bullshit, and I know it's bullshit, but that doesn't make me feel any less empty. Like a cup turned upside down and then lowered into a tank. Surrounded by water, but completely empty on the inside. Great Sam that's morbid. But just about how I feel right now. It is mildly poetic, though, or maybe just pathetic. I don't know. <br />Eventually I'll start writing again and have some (hopefully) good stuff for you guys.<br />Tchuss!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>General Hello to the people of deviantART!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 23:43:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello folks. On the internet I go by lobsterlarry and its many forms. Call me whatever you want, with the exception of my real name, if you happen to know who I actually am. I am not a very visually artistic person. I am first and foremost a singer, followed closely by an actress and a dancer. After that, I am a writer, and any forays in drawng, painting, etc, are usually a bit of a disaster. Not as much of a disaster as my forays into math and science though. XD I am an artist to the very core. I'm left handed. I recently pissed off both of my bosses (two jobs + 17 credit hours = insomnia) by shaving my head. Chocolate covered marshmallow eggs are in my opinion a gift straight from whichever sort of god you believe in. Not really much else to say about myself. Kristin Chenoweth is my current favorite performer, but I couldn't pick Brad Pitt out of a crowd. No, I have not heard that new song that's all over the radio, I was probably listening to classic showunes at the time. While we're talking pop culture, would you like to debate the virtues of the three big Mrs. Lovetts? <br />Me in a nutshell, I suppose. Enjoy my writing, you probably won't see much visual media.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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