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                <title>Pirates...Pirates!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Dec 2006 21:59:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Once again, Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest has managed to set my blood to the point of boiling. I burn with outrage!! The absolute and unmanagable distain I feel for that movie is beyond explaination and comprehension!  Never again will I subject myself to such pains as watching that film... Elizabeth!!  AHHH!!!!!  The cheating queen of hollywood.  The princess of prositution!  The heroine of hussys!! The baroness of you-know-whats!!  GRRRAHHH!!!  MAN I need to meditate...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Le Journal thingy</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 09:50:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You're supposed to answer the questions for me. <br />
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 Who are you?<br />
 Are we friends?<br />
 When and how did we meet?<br />
 Would you kiss me? Where?<br />
 Give me a nickname and explain why?<br />
 Describe me in one word!<br />
 What was your first impression of me?<br />
 Do you still think the same?<br />
 What reminds you of me?<br />
 If you could give me anything what would it be?<br />
 How well do you know me?<br />
 Would you ever meet up with me?<br />
 Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Cheers</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 17:53:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Anytime I ever feel blue or a little under the weather.  It's my two friends Bree and Cat who can bring me out of the gloom.  All I have to do is pop Invasion of the Flying Jellyfish into my dvd player, sit back, and let the magic of Bree N Cat Productions lift my spirits.  It isn't neccessarily the grammy nominee acting, or the world class special effects that really gets me though.... It's the special "Happy Birthday" commentation at the end that stirs my soul every time.  Because I KNOW, without hesitation, that they really mean the wonderful things they have to say and they truly care about me and my life.  I never need wonder what possessed them to reinact the characters Bill and Ted, or to create the flying jelly fish, because I know it was me.  It was my existence that compelled them to make a movie and enjoy doing it.  By simply "being" I stirred the ideas and the motives to their pleasure and their giving.  They will never know how moved I was to be counted as so special.  In my entire life I have never felt the absolute joy that I was blessed with on September the 13th, 2004 when those two beautiful souls surprised me in my best friend's living room as I watch that show.  Thank you.  From the bottom of the depths of my heart, thank you Bree and Cat.  I can always count on you and IoTfJ. ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>What if Cartoons Got Saved?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 19:27:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just listened to a fantastic song by Chris Rice.  He sings about cartoons and what if they were saved.  So funny and incredibly catchy!  I started snooping around the www and found a website that offered the song in a Windows Media file.  You can listen to it for yourself.  <br />
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<a href="http://thefuntimesguide.com/movabletype/archives/2005/10/cartoonsongrice.html">[link]</a><br />
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There was terrible controversy over this song...sadly.  Chris was just trying to have a little fun and got hammered by the legalist Christians...poor guy.  But that song...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/laughing.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":laughing:" title="Laughing" /><br />
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Oh man...<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/t/tunes.gif" width="40" height="25" alt=":tunes:" title="Jamming to tunes" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Motivation...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 14:35:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have absolutly no motivation at the moment.  This is a very troubling issue for me right now.  Seeing that I need to deal out 4-5 pages for an 8-10 page paper (due on Monday), I am in a bit of a pickle.  I've sat for an hour now in front of this computer in the library.  I've managed to read, at least twice, many of the websites offering information on my topic (the Ireland Revolution) and still I have not found motive to write anything about it.  My mind is scattered and blurry.  I'm tempted to just go outside with a good book, lay in the grass mid-campus on a blanket w/ a pillow, and fall asleep reading.... Aaaand that's what I'll do.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/salute.gif" width="26" height="18" alt=":salute:" title="I salute you!" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Productive Day!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 18:05:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 6 deviations....<br />
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A page in my report....<br />
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Lots of good research on my report....<br />
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Eliminated my opponent in intermural raquetball tourny and moved onto next round....<br />
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Enjoyed fellowship with lots a fantastic cool Christian guys from my college at a BBQ...<br />
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Played a Digeree Doo...<br />
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It's been a good day. ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Coming back from Over the Rainbow</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 20:16:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm slowly but surely coming back to good old DA from over the ghastley rainbow of reality.  Sooner or later I will get my hands on #1 a scanner or #2 a digital SLR camera.  I have been out of business for TOO long.  With my camera breaking 2 years ago, I have only had a 35mm lender for the past 4 months.  Terrible.  Without my knowing it, 2 years ago someone dropped my camera from its normally safe perch above everyone's heads on a highschool sports trip.  That day it simply stopped working properly.  A Minolta 35mm.  Gosh, it has been so long that I have forgotten what MODEL it was!  For shame...  Anyways, I have been checking out peoples work and I admit that I am excited to get into the loop.  A Canon 20D I've ordered has been on backorder for the past 3 months, so I am pitching it to the winds, canceling that order, and placing a new order for a Nikon D200...possibly.  I will do much more research on this issue, but it looks as though that is the option I'm leaning towards.  So, that's the deal.<br />
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Bree, I'm betting you're the only one reading these...so...I hope you're enjoying!  lol ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Return...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2006 22:27:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It has been far too long since I have sat down and poured out my soul...  Where has that fire to write been placed?  It seems the flames have died into soft churning embers... On a deep level, that bothers me.  A man is nothing if he cannot understand the experiences he has endured.  For me, that understanding comes through the release of my soul.  Unless I can cut the chains of my thoughts and let the winds of the Spirit carry them away, I cannot clearly see the meaning He has led me to.  The weather forecast for this journal...cloudy, with a slight chance of rain...  <br />
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A dear friend of mine wondered where her imagination had gone; as she grew, it seemed to slip away.  Yet she is as creative as ever... I sigh and wonder where my passion has gone.  Who are we, such feeble men?  I do not doubt that my passion remains buried within my soul.  Yet in this moment of weakness, I believe that my passion is gone.  Return to me, my soul, so that I may comfort thee and set you free...  Free to release your passion upon my world and decimate this foul fog that clouds my mind.  This cloud that dims my thoughts, slows them to a furiating staleness...  It is maddening...<br />
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So strange is my heart, my mind, my soul...  Fourty minutes ago I was playing with a computer program, completing an entertaining questionaire.  Now I writhe in self-pity?  No, this is not self-pity.  This is release.  This journal is not for you to read and to pity.  Do not pity me.  I am filled with friendships, hopes, dreams, and the promise of eternity.  There is no need for anything but enlightenment when reading this writing.  Simply a glimpse into this struggle that more people than I endure.  This is merely a small excuse to return to the joy and sorrow that release brings to me.  <br />
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Release...  I still have yet to release my soul...  Still far too much to endure.  This life full of responsibity.  No time to grieve, no time for anything... Caught in the middle of my soul...and my life.  "My Life."  This cruel facade.  I burn with the desire to do what my soul shouts to do.  Yet, here I die, pleasing the world.  Since when have I worried about pleasing the world and doing what is ultimately expected of me?  Like a plague, this expectation contaminates...  People only want what is best for me.  And what they think is best for me is a good education, then a good income, and then a good home and family.  I want the education, I want the home, and I want the home and family.  But what people don't understand are my views of the world.  They are upside down!  To me, good is not Ivy League.  To me, good is not a six figure income.  To me, good is not a large home, a beautiful wife, or behaving kids.  To me...  Good is the experience that brings education.  Good is the joyfilled work that brings the income.  Good is the loving wife and God given children that makes the steel and wood a home.  This all may sound like it came from a Hallmark Christmas card, but who really lives this and feels these words resonate throughout their soul?  Who has let themselves become slave to the expectations of this world?  Me and ME....  I am torn within.<br />
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Yet, my life is filled with people who love me.  I am a strong, healthy, and fortunate young man.  There are few people who would say I have not been blessed throughout my life.  I just wish there was someone who could explain why I deserve it.  One of the hardest things I have had to do, is understand that God loves me no matter what.  Unconditional Love.  I have accepted it, and I move on.  I move along His path.  He trims me to be the garden that will put forth the ripest fruit it can bear.  I have much trimming and sewing to be done, but the water continues to flow.  I love the Lord and all that He has done for me.  Thank you Lord, for my life.  It's always to You that I return.  Through everything.  Wherever this life has taken me, I am always returning to you.  This keeps me going. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" />  Knowing that I can always Return...  I Return to You... ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Questionaire ala iTunes</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2006 20:50:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I thought this was a fantastic little questionaire.  I love chance, and a questionaire based on chance is GREAT!!!<br />
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1. How does the world see you?<br />
"Desperado"  The Eagles  (o_0)<br />
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2. Will I have a happy life?<br />
"Lyin' Eyes"  The Eagles  <br />
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3. What do my friends think of me?<br />
"For You"  The Calling  (Lyrics:  "I'm there for you..."<br />
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4. Do people secretly lust after me?<br />
"Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again"  Andrew Lloyd Webber 'Phantom of the Opera'  (the song really has nothing to do at all with a question like this...)<br />
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5. How can I make myself happy?<br />
"Fallin' Upside Down"  Rascal Flatts  (hahaha....yeah, that'll either give me happiness or give me brain damage)<br />
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6. What should I do with my life?<br />
"How Bad Do You Want It?"  Tim McGraw  ( Lyrics:  "Be careful of that wild wind son, sometimes it don't let go..." )<br />
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7. Will I ever have children?<br />
"The Pinnacle"  Kansas  (hmmm...)<br />
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8. What is some good advice for me?<br />
"American Girls"  Counting Crows  (*laughs*  something about the girls in this country, huh?)<br />
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9. How will I be remembered?<br />
"Flight of the Wild Geese."  Celtic Flutes 'Lifescapes'<br />
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10. What's my signature dancing song?<br />
"Gifts and Curses"  Yellow Card 'Spiderman 2 Soundtrack'<br />
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11. What's my current themesong?<br />
"Oklahoma-Texas Line" Rascal Flatts  (i do miss those two girls...)<br />
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12. What do others think is my current themesong?<br />
"The Mirror (Angel of Music)"  Andrew Llyod Webber 'Phantom of the Opera'<br />
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13. What shall they play at my funeral?<br />
"Bless the Broken Road"  Rascal Flatts  (man, a little morbid, but i'm dead anyways...why should I worry?)<br />
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14. What type of men/women do I like? <br />
"What Was I Thinkin'?"  Dierks Bentley  (yikes...)<br />
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15. How's my love life?<br />
"Hard Candy"  Counting Crows  (Long lasting or causes cavities??)<br />
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16. My dreams are?<br />
"My Immortal"  Evanescence   <br />
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17. My death will be?<br />
"Carry on Wayward Son"  Kansas  (Lyrics:  "Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion, I was soring ever higher..."<br />
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18. This year will be?<br />
"Angel of Music"  Andrew Llyod Webber 'Phantom of the Opera'  (this could mean many things...)<br />
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19. My mind is?<br />
"Track 7"  Lord of the Rings 'Return of the King'  (*laughs*...I don't know the name of this song and neither does my computer...i'll try the next song....) <br />
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Next song= My Mind is?    "Swimmin in the Sea"  Gaelic Storm  (lol...more like it)<br />
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20. What is my destiny?<br />
"Witchy Woman"  The Eagles   (oooohh boy....)<br />
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So that was fun!!  We'll give it another go in a few weeks when I have more of my CDs on my iTunes.  There were only 1/3 of all my CDs for iTunes to choose from.  So next time there will be more of the CDs I usually listen to!  Thanks for tuning in! ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Thanksgiving</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 07:15:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Looking forward to Thanksgiving this  week... a LOT.  I have a bunch to give  thanks for so it's surely going to be a  great day.  I hope that everyone elses  Thanksgivings are awesome.  Gotta go to  school.  Chow. ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>My Kinda Love</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2004 22:14:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This is a journal entry from today and  quite a while ago at the same  time...bear with me, you'll understand.   I have a journal that I write in that  I've actually done a couple of  deviations with if you'd like to check  them out.  I like sharing my journals,  interestingly enough.  Most people are  afraid of reveiling their innermost  thoughts, but I look at it as a way to  prove I'm only human, just like you.   And hey, when people think you're nuts,  it makes it that much easier to take  over the world... <br />
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*commence journal entries*....<br />
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October 25, 2004   11:55am<br />
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      Survived Homcoming week.  Yeah,  as I walk away from that week I think  to myself, "I've never had a longer 5  days in my entire life."  I came out of  the week with minimal injury.  A  lashing headache, a small black eye due  to a minor broken nose, and many  scrapes and bruises that I'm sure I'll  feel a week or two from now.<br />
      I can't complain too much though  because now that it's over, I'm proud  that I accomplished as much as I did.<br />
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*font change* (color: blue) Use your  imagination.<br />
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...Hmph, there's an unfinished journal  entry if I never saw one... I wonder  what broke the rhythm.<br />
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November 16, 2004  5:15pm<br />
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My my my... it's been quite a long time  since I've wrote in this bad larry  hasn't it?  Well, what have you missed?   Not much... HA! That's a lie.  I've  actually broken my nose one more little  time.  I'm proud of that.  That's 3  recorded breaks within 364 days.  Evil  Kinevil eat your heart out.<br />
I would actually say I've gone through  quite a few changes in the past month,  physically, emotionally, spiritually.   It's funny how we seperate the three of  those.  I'm one person and yet I have  20 million different aspects of my  psychy that I have to keep track of and  tend to.  Not to mention mentally...  Can't forget the mental aspect of  things.  I suppose it's to be expected  that human beings are going to be more  than a little complicating, especially  when you consider the fact that we're  created in the image of God,  inside  and out.  To think, we're just a sample  of God's intriquite infinity.  There  are aspects of the human mind that  we're unable to even tap into.  Don't  quote me on this, but I think it was  that we only use %17 or so of our  brains for our basic motor skills and  emotional stuff and thought/memory.   There's still that other %83 we don't  even touch.  Is it possible that the  other % that we can't seem to use could  contain all the answers to all the  problems in this world?  Did the famous  people who came up with these  incredible, lifesaving, world changing  inventions/discoveries just simply have  more access to the human brain?  It's  possible, even likely, but still just  only a thought.  Maybe a thought many  others have had?  It's possible, even  likely, but still on a thought.  How  far does it go?  I like the idea of not  knowing.  Just a blissful unbothered  mindlessness that's untouched by the  facts of life.  I enjoy worshiping that  way.  Just spending one of my many days  in a mindless joyful stupor.  If  nothing else, it makes for an  entertaining day for my friends.  They  get to see me make obscure observations  on everyday things and get to  experience a few unexpected compliments  like, "Your ears are amazing! They  really give you a striking appearance."   I like to think that God wants us to  mix things up a bit.  Give life on  earth a bit of Pizzaz!  But I really  think that He enjoys that raw and  thoughless unconditional love that  comes out of us every now and then.   It's pure and seems to be untouched by  any kind of motive except the simple  fact of being love. There's no expeted  "Thank You." in return, or the  satisfaction that "I dun good."  or  even "stored treasures in Heaven."   This kind of love is the love that  nobody really reads about or talks  about, but would surely starve without.   The kind that comes unbeknownst to the  receiver and leaves with just as little  notice.  This is a love that can only  be reached through you.  I can reach  it, but only through me.  You can reach  it, but only through you.  There is no  motive, no expectation, and no return,  only a silly kind of love that makes  the world a better place.  It really  doesn't take a lot of effort to find  this kind of love in the world.  You  could find it any day of the week, just  simply look into the heart of a cradle  and you'll find a human being full of  this raw love, unconditional, and  unexpecting of any return.  This is my  kinda love... ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>I'll Remember</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2004 09:17:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can hear the death music of the Super  Mario nintendo game resounding in my  head.  3 years of football and it's all  come to a devistating end.  Although we  lost the Division Championship, I can't  help but recall the good old days when  we were excited for practice and even  more pumped up for the games.  It  doesn't bother me that I'll never play  football for Carlin Highschool again.   I almost feel bad for not feeling bad  though...almost.  It's the end of a  very long, very exciting, very fun, and  very enlightening journey.  I refuse to  say anything bad about my days of  football simply because I have too much  respect for the men that I shared them  with.  Anyone who has played the game  and endured those times knows what I  mean.  There is no possible way to  describe the feeling of companionship  you gain from the battles you fought  side-by-side with each man out on that  field.  While you watch each player  poor out the last drop of his heart  with a shuddering gasp for a mere game,  you wonder why you're out there, you  question what it's worth, but when you  enter that locker room, after a hope  shattering loss, you understand.  It  was for glory of mankind, for the one  moment that man longs for; to be  suspended above all others in a moment  of greatness.  Possibly that's why my  desire to play the game deminishes when  it reaches that point of desperation.   My heart doesn't desire that glory, it  desires that companionship you gain  with every other man on that field.  To  see men rise and to see men fall is a  humbling experience, but something  surprised me.  As fickle as human  character seems these days, I was awed  by the amount of bravery and dignity  that a team of broken football players  had while making their final march into  the locker room after the loss of all  their hopes and dreams.  Each of those  defeated men were suspended above the  winners for that time.  I believe that  while their hearts were heavy with  grief from giving so much and losing  just the same, they were carried into  that locker room as heroes.  I can't  help but think of the story  "Footprints".  When I look back to that  day when I'm old and gray, I won't  remember the score, I won't remember  the names of my teammates, and I won't  remember even the game itself, but the  grace of God that was given to each one  of those players as they walked into  the locker room as loosers, but winners  in the eyes of a certain #13.  I'll  remember that. I'll certainly remember  that... ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>A New Poem</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 21:00:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This post is for my friends, Bree and  Cat, for their undying love for each  other, and the enternity they will  spend together...<br />
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Our Hope<br />
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None have failed to wonder why<br />
Why it is that mortals cry<br />
In the day and in the night<br />
A feeling that we can not fight<br />
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Shadows creeping over us<br />
Settle like a sheet of dust<br />
Mourning we dont understand<br />
Grasps us in its gruesome hand<br />
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Many say it starts with love<br />
The endless feeling from above<br />
And though we can not call it fair<br />
The cloth of love begins to tear<br />
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Desperation fills our soul<br />
And just like that we dont feel whole<br />
Nothing could begin to say<br />
How we felt those dreadful days<br />
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But do not fret not all is lost<br />
Its just this lifes butt ugly cost<br />
All will pass and soon youll know<br />
That this was meant for you to grow <br />
<br />
Cause in your heart you know whats  right<br />
Its from your heart that comes the  light<br />
And once you open up your soul<br />
Youll soon begin to see His goal<br />
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Its crystal clear and full of hope<br />
It clearly starts to help you cope<br />
For in His Word there are no lies<br />
And from His Word good thoughts will  rise<br />
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And all at once youll know Hes true<br />
A true thats like the sky is blue<br />
So crisp and pure like Northern Lights<br />
A being of beings to end all fights<br />
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So if you ever start to fall<br />
Just keep in mind that God sees all<br />
Hell pick you up and set you free<br />
To wish upon the stars you see<br />
<br />
But dont forget to say a prayer<br />
I really think its only fair<br />
To take a sec and let God know<br />
Its cause of Him that we will grow<br />
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I know you've seen this before, but it  seemed to take on new meaning when I  thought of the two of you and what  you're going to be going through.   Great things never end. Never will. ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>It's All Good</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2004 22:00:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a great Halloween at work.  It  was mostly just a normal night but  every once in a while there would be  little trick-or-treaters that came in  and I got to give them candy and hear  them do the whole "twick-o-tweeeeeet".  *laughs*  It was great.  I felt bad a  couple times because later on in the  night I ran out of candy and had to  tell a couple kids that we didn't have  any. It was sad, so I gave them some of  the gumballs that are for the  employees.  I know that the other  employees won't mind loosing a gumball  or two and I sure didn't care and it  made the kids happy campers!  My fellow  employee, Mary, is so cool.  She came  to work as Trinity, off of The Matrix.   We got our picture taken together.  I  was this funky Hippie in a tie-die  shirt with beads and stuff and she's  all decked out in dark sunglasses and a  black trench coat and the tall high  healed black boots.  *dances around*   It was LOTS of fun!  I hope everyone  else's Halloween was as good as mine!   Happy Halloween everyone!  Lots of  Love.<br />
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~Matt ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Perfect</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2004 22:52:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Open your heart to mine... and know  that I will always be here.  Find the  conviction to let go of your fears and  embrace your flaws...you are a wonder  to my eyes.  Take down these walls and  stand tall...you know what is in your  heart.  Let yourself shine...your very  own stars are hidden within you.   Continue to reach out into the  unknown...He will be there to guide  you.  There are times when our lives  seem unclear, and there are times when  our path is unknown.  There are times  when the world is our playground, and  there are times when everything is as  clear as the sky is blue.  There is  love, and there is hate, but mostly  there is love.  Life has a hold of me,  and life doesn't want to let go, and I  don't want it to.  There is magic in  it's warm arms that I need, that I  want... We are ensnared in this  enchantment we call Life.             Perfect. ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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                <title>Lost and Not Found</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2004 11:14:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I spent all day yesterday writing a  paper for an English class and then  thought I turned it in.  Turns out, I  forgot to attach the file!  No big  deal, I'll just take the 3 1/2 floppy  disk to another computer and resend it.   Doesn't work that way... The computer  I tried to open the file on corrupted  the file and now it won't open on  anything...So much time spent on a  disaster.  I really dislike working on  something very hard and then losing it  with no way to replace it... ]]></description>
                <author>~odditea</author>
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