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                <title>The End</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 20:38:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'd like to give up.<br />
<br />
I hate everything I create, despite what people say. ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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                <title>fuck.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2005 14:19:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ frustrated on how things are going on  nowadays. i don't like my mom, she  throws me down on how i draw or paint  or some shit like that. she places a  bunch of sketches that i drew that was  copied from another drawing from art  classes into my portfolio for this  program i'm trying to get into. she  doesn't understand that i interpret the  binder as a place for my original  works, not copies of others. and we  just started yelling at each other.<br />
<br />
i hate being frustrated.<br />
<br />
i hate the way some people act.<br />
<br />
whatever. ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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                <title>omg another new camera!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2004 17:10:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yes, i bought another camera, because i  had returned the previous sucky one a  month or so ago.<br />
ahh...yes...i'm keeping it this time... ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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                <title>in that lively sense...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2004 17:44:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In that lively sense of the immediate  which is the very air of a child's  mind, the past became for her as  indistinct as the future; she  surrendered herself to the actual with  a good faith that might have been  touching to either parent. Crudely as  they had calculated they were at first  justified by the event; she was the  little shuttlecock they could fiercely  keep flying between them. The evil they  had the gift of thinking or pretending  to think of each other they poured into  her gravely gazing soul as into a  boundless receptacle. She was at the  age for which all stories are  true and  all concepts are stories. The only  thing done, however, took place when it  was sighingly remarked that, either  from extreme cunning or extreme  stupidity, she appeared not to take  things in.<br />
  The theory of her stupidity,  eventually embraced by her parents,  corresponded with a great date in her  small still life; the complete vision,  private but final, of the strange  office she filled. She puzzled out with  imperfect signs, but with a prodigious  spirit, that she had been a center of  hatred and a messenger of insult, and  that everything was bad because she had  been employed to make it so. Her parted  lips locked themselves with the  determination not to be employed any  longer. And when, as a tribute to the  successful application of her system,  she was called a little idiot, she  tasted a pleasure new and keen.<br />
<br />
I encountered this passage while doing  SAT prep material. I thought it was  interesting. ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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                <title>angry, annoyed</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2004 20:26:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ one of the things i hate is when you're  always nice to someone but they manage  to be bitchy to you.<br />
jebus...<br />
one of the reasons that being 'nice' is  weak.<br />
<br />
the most important things in my life is  keeping me sane, feeling special 24/7,  and alive. they're the ones that i can  talk to when i have a problem, and then  i know that they care for me, as much  as i care for them. ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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                <title>Trip</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2004 11:39:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just came back from this overnight  trip at massachussets. nothing  fantastic happened except for a  shitload of pranks that had been set up  by the chaparones on the last night we  spent there.<br />
i learned how to play chess. yay!<br />
i chickened out on the high ropes  activity. when i had climbed up the  ladder and started climbing the tree, i  chickened out and my fear of heights  overcame me. i was about to cry...<br />
i feel like such a kid... ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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                <title>yay!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 14:09:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 200 pageviews! w00t!<br />
<br />
...i get delighted easily. ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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                <title>argh...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 21:01:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ bah...the weekend is here...i don't  like weekends.<br />
<br />
argh, i would make these angry rants at  annoying people but then i realized a  lot of people that i know of look at my  DA account...so i guess i can't do  that.<br />
<br />
and even though people joke about this,  all my artwork is copyrighted and i can  sue you if you steal my stuff or use  them without permission.<br />
<br />
hah. good ol' deviantart. ]]></description>
                <author>~oscula</author>
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