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                <title>Me Exclaiming My Shock in a Non-vulgar Manner</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 00:32:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow so there's actually a really good explanation to why I haven't responded to anyone's comments, etc.<br /><br />You see I lost my password about a year ago...  Then miraculously I decided to try logging into this one again and somehow got the password right.  Weird, but I'm so happy to be back.  I've missed this account so dearly, but I did set up a new one.  However, now that I have access to this one again I would like to keep them separate.<br /><br />I've really missed my identity on here though.  I missed the stuff I used to make so much, and the base I had established on this account.  Most of all, I've missed all the people! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> most of who are probably not even active anymore =\<br /><br />As far as art goes, I haven't done much of anything in forever.  My style if you will has changed a lot though.  I don't do as much of the abstract things as I used to.  I also lost my old programs, so the only thing I have these days is Photoshop, and I just never really get into it.  I haven't decided yet if I want to continue posting on this account, but I will check it from time to time.<br /><br />AND NOW something that's needed to happen for a long time.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> I'm going to clean up my gallery & scraps.  What I mean there is organize the things and get rid of a lot of this godawful poetry.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A Way Out</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 12:06:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Music is beautiful, it brings me so much inspiration.  There are so many beautiful words and you hear them and wish you had said them yourself.  It's amazing.<br />
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I've been here for about three years now, and browsed through my journals.  I feel like a very different person.  I am essentially the same as I was then, just wiser and more "mature" I suppose.  Now is always the wisest time in our lives.  Who we were could never match the wit we hold now, but we are still not the smartest we will be.  In two years I will be back and I will see how much I have changed.  I will know so much more, and feel so different.  Yet still, essentially the same.<br />
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Basically I'm still lazy, boring, and slow... and my thoughts are also still quite unorganized.  Maybe one day I'll be able to say things the way I think them.  I'm off to do the things I do now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nakiro</author>
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                <title>You Could Have it All</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 14:00:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There's a lot that affects our lives.  There are a lot of people who come into our lives.  We change ourselves for them and we take on parts of them and leave a part of us with them.  Yes, we are a compilation of all the people we meet, but that doesn't mean we are not unique.  We take these things we like and morph it into who we are, and use it in our own special way.<br />
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That's the beauty though.  Alone we are all the same, but together we are unique.  Alone all we look out for is ourselves, but in a group our qualities begin to show.  We stand out as individuals.  It's strange how we can all be so similar-- the same -- yet at the same time so different. <br />
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Some people affect our lives more than others.  Usually those stick out as our friends or enemies.  I have more to write, but things to do for now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Shallow Bay</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 11:19:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yesterday was AMAZING!  I saw the most amazing band ever in concert, and I went crowd surfing.  Now I'm very stress free.  I'm not worrying about a class or people or anything and I feel like I finally have my summer.  I'm very excited about not knowing what's ahead, and not trying to control everything.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~nakiro</author>
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                <title>Easy/Lucky/Free</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 00:51:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so happy and FREE.  I feel like things are finally starting to make sense even though I know in a few years I'll look back and think something strange of this.  I wonder if there will ever be a time in my life when I stop that.  I think I'm happy, I'm just trying not to become too wrapped up in anything, and maybe be inspired again...  I'm not sure.  We'll find something. I'll find something.  I'm a new person now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Since Last Time</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2006 09:33:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Two weeks ago?  I believe it was two weeks now.  It was terrible, but I found that things have actually gotten much better.  Some tensions are cleared, and things are looking up.  <br />
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  Still though... I can't help but wonder about a few things in the past...  Maybe in time I shall find out if any of it meant anything, or if I'm just delusional.<br />
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  School is over in two days for me.  This is mostly good, I need to take a break from it.  I have one more test before the year is out over a book though.  Unfortunately, I haven't read this book.  At least the stress is off and it'll be off for a while.. until next year, which I will have to do better in.  I must actually work, I have never really had to work to do well and it's become a bad habit which will kill me in college.  I'm not playing around anymore.  I want this, and I've found for anything you want, you must work hard.  The harder you work, the better you are for achieving it.  I found you, and I can't worry about you anymore, I have things to do that actually hold a future.<br />
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  I really need to update stuff on here.  I have to fix a few deviations, submit a few new things and maybe work on new things.  I wrote some poetry for that book, most of which I don't like...  terrible styles mainly.<br />
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  Summer is really looking good.  Mainly I get to sleep, I get a job, and I'm going to be taking a few classes--  hopefully for credit.  The most anticipated thing though is EDGEFEST.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  There are going to be a lot of cool bands playing there, and I'm really looking forward to it.  The I'm sure there will be Six Flags strewn throughout the summer.  Well, I ought to be going and do somethin rather than just talk about it all. ]]></description>
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                <title>Time Spent On New Tries</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Apr 2006 16:52:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I came back today, but I doubt I'll be on as often as I was.  The site doesn't have the same appeal it once did.  I just came back today because I knew the message center would be terror.  I didn't read a lot of the journals, sorry, but I did go through all your wonderful works.  You are all doing great and I'm sorry I don't comment on everything, but I see it and it's good to know people are working hard at what they love.<br />
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I just needed a break from... whatever I was doing before, but I may be getting a few things done this week or next.  Things are getting really hectic though, and I HAVE to be confirmed in a few weeks so I guess I'll prepare for that, and school has kept me uptight. <br />
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We have TAKS next week, no big deal, it's actually a break from the craziness and stress the rest of the year has burdened on us.  <br />
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I hate these times so much.  And someone I rely upon to keep me up keeps making it hard to balance on my own.<br />
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We're starting our poetry unit in English.  If we write any good styles or I do any that I like, they may be added to the crew, but I may do some on my own regardless of school. <br />
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Thank you all. ]]></description>
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                <title>Bombs Away</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 13:27:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, one of my plans seems to keep being delayed, and I'm not as much looking forward to it as I once was.<br />
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Today, I decided I'd clean up a little.  I put everything I'm not sure I want to keep in the scraps, and everything I just can't stand anymore is being removed from the account.  I feel it'll help me grow more.  The poetry will probably stay for awhile.  I'm having a harder time parting with it because it holds more of an emotional bond to me.  Yet, I'm liking how clean my gallery feels now.  <br />
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I hate being in this house.  It's so boring.  I thought I was going to have fun for spring break, but things don't tend to go as planned, especially when they aren't really planned.<br />
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Hope you all have a good sb to those on it now and those having it later, same to you.<br />
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                <title>To the Poles We Run</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 16:47:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "It's odd how one person can make the day amazing, and they probably don't even realize it."  <br />
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It's also strange how they can destroy your whole day with one little signal and they probably don't realize it.  We shine, and sometimes I fear we always will. <br />
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Spring break's started, I hope it will give me some time.  I'll prepare this time, I know for sure I won't be on the computer all this time, I'm just really bored right now.  I wish I could write songs, but my mind is so jumbled up and simple right now.  I have to contemplate though, so I'm closing this.<br />
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                <title>Blind Years</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 20:15:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today... words to describe today.  I can't find the words.  They may be there, but I don't know right now.  It was strange.  It's odd how one person can make the day amazing, and they probably don't even realize it.  If it wasn't for that I'd have hated today among the others of the time.  So many things went wrong, but things didn't feel as bad as they should have.<br />
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There are so many things I need to get sorted out, but I just don't care.  My personality is basically the same, but I just don't feel like the same person.  My priorities seem so distorted.<br />
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It's so strange... it's that time of year again.  Looking back a year ago, I don't think I'd have ever imagined this plot.  It's almost like the same story written by different authors.<br />
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I think this year, I have overcome my social anxiety to a high point.  Yet, last year I talked to people, but it seems I never talk to those people anymore, and those that seemed so distant are now becoming closer.  I don't like it.  Just imagine what I'll be like when I'm actually old.  <br />
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What are these things for?  I just write stuff in them, I see different people write different things so it's hard to tell.  I kind of want to talk to myself, but then I realize that this is public.  Odd.<br />
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