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                <title>dammit... kittens :(</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 06:36:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I figured I'd post random crap I made on deviant cause I havent slept in 24 hours and I start getting weird after the first 20. So I click on the main page and I see the cutest kitten ever and Im like awww. I refresh the page " SHAZAAM sonic the hedgehog porn!" all over the page :'( I hate this site.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>OMG ANXIETY</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 17:37:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ puh puh! Test ahh! tomorrow Crap!! Life ending! so gonna fail! No new news!!! In a relationship! OHnoes! Sort of in love! July we unite to fight evil! Wtf am I gonna do! Shes hot and weird! Not good! Rich! kinda cool! My boss is gay! No really hes gay! Best friend not home! I miss him! .. Is that gay?!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>Pisces Horoscope for week of December 13, 2007</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 07:36:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Open your minds, sweethearts," begins the soothing rant of enlightenment advisor Dvorah Adler. "Take a deep breath in and a deep breath out. It's time for you to hear the big secret of the ages, the radical truth of truths that only the wisest gurus and avatars and grandmothers are brave enough to reveal. Are you ready? Here it is: 'SHUT UP AND BE HAPPY!'" I'm pleased to convey Dvorah's ancient truth to you, Pisces, because it's what you need to hear right now. So please, darlings: Shout, whisper, or sing "SHUT UP!" to all the voices in your head that are so addicted to saying "What am I doing wrong?", "When will I finally be happy?", and "Why can't everything be perfect forever?" The fact is, you are exactly where you need to be, and everything is proceeding with mysterious grace. <br />
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<br />
I just broke up with a girl I'm not even dating today. I don't think I can go a day with regretting something.<br />
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New stuff coming soon...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>What Im up to?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 08:17:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My page views finally exceeded my forum posts, but only because I stopped posting a long time ago. In celebration I'm updating my journal.<br />
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I'm doing absolutely nothing. I drew a suicidal robot yesterday I was very pleased with if that gives you any indication of my mood.<br />
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I don't know. Just can't get into anything. I almost shattered my elbow skateboarding the other day. Ironically it was in the house and in between rounds of counter-strike. I was gonna quit playing cs but when I try to do anything else I just get depressed. It helps take my mind off Emma when she's not around. I took a step back from her. Right now despite the fact that I love her and she loves me, we are more or less just friends. It's the only way I can deal with her being with someone else. It would be easier if I didn't feel so damned alone. She told me she got a creepy text from someone she barely knows saying he "missed her". When I do that I get completely different and positive reaction, but am I so different from him? Who knows? I don't want to worry about it or anything else involving Emma anymore so I'm doing what she asked in the first place and dropping the whole mess. Will February change things? I can't honestly say but it would mean the world to me if things go at least as initially planed. *That part is directed at you hamster turd.*  <br />
<br />
Enough of that.<br />
<br />
I have several things on my life "to do" list.<br />
<br />
1. Renovate my house. I need to get this SOB sold. I don't care how much it will be worth if I hold onto it. You can imagine what a misery it is to have to worry about it all the time.  <br />
<br />
2. School. School. School. That's what really makes me happy. When you get my age you realize that love is a part of life but it's not the most important thing. Some people never realize it but doing what makes you happy is the goal in life. Sometimes love comes along for the ride and sometimes it doesn't. I'm gonna try and start school in the spring. I'll enroll in sort of journalism that allows me to travel because I have trouble sitting in one spot for more than a few minutes.<br />
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3. Walk away from a car wreck just before it explodes. I'm planning that one soon. If I gain super powers from it that would be cool too. <br />
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Damn I had some dreams I wanted to talk about but maybe that can wait. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br />
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My dreams = <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6kJD2N2gvqw">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>emma just screwed herself</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 12:03:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I wrote this pretty decent journal about my stay with emma in belgium but, she complained about me mentioning intimate stuff so I deleted it and now I'm being completely honest.<br />
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I went belgium with the intent of just trying to be a friend, but by the time I got to the arrivals part of the airport she was sending me dirty texts. Frankly I was alittle disgusted. I mean I thought we were better than this?<br />
<br />
I didn't even see her coming. She is kinda small though. she jumped me from behind and was tearing off my shirt before I could even say hi. In my head I screamed " NO NO!" She punched me in the face and started tonguing me. ....<br />
<br />
Ok, that's mean. I could so go places with this. I'm at work too so I'll stop now.<br />
<br />
ok one more. I totally had my hands in....no no stopping now.<br />
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Trip was good. Emmas loves me enough and is infact bothering me as I type so I'll do details later. here's a video I made. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5Us_MiNs6Cc">[link]</a><br />
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P.S.<br />
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WE ALSO HAD BUTTSECKS!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>where the fuck am I ?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 14:52:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm in Antwerp visiting emma. She left on a preplaned vacation so I'm spending the weekend without her. No, No, it's complicated and I (according to herrrrr!) was aware of the situation before I came. Frankly it's been 8 hours without her and I'm already completely miserable. I refuse to go out. I'm just gonna sit here and mope. I hate talking to people here because though they do speak English they randomly switch to Flemish and I'm out of the conversation til they're done. I've been a complete douchebag the whole time. The worst part is she's more beautiful in person than the damn modeling shoot! what kinda bullshit is that? I can't even be mean to her, she's too cute. She's still a pain in the ass. That's the only thing making it easier. Wait..nvm. The whole me being conservative regarding my feelings towards this hot girl whos been stalking me for a year and just being a friend? Yeah, straight out the f*ing window. I don't even know where we stand now. Even when I'm winning it still seems like I'm in the red. Now I'm spinning in circles trying to be whatever she wants. She joking told me to put my jacket on when I wasn't really cold the other day and I told her to bite me. Five minutes later I realized I still put the jacket on.<br />
<br />
So now what ? be a dick to make up for being so gushy the last couple days? Seriously, you're not being fair. Shoulda just blew me off and said you weren't into me when I got off the bus. Would have made the whole trip so much simpler if quite abit more emo. Now...argh fucking emma!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />
<br />
OMGSM how fuck am I gonna get through this weekend. /wrists.<br />
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stares at phone waiting for text reply..............................................................................<br />
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........................................................ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>Not dead. I miss emmo</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:34:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I miss you so much you get an update.<-----totally pansy<br />
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<br />
No, I'm not dead. I'm working alot. I'm working on my house. I'm playing a ridiculous amount of counter-strike. If you look on the stats page of <a href="http://www.hellsgamers.com">[link]</a> I've played 46 hours this week and have 1669 kills with the p-90 alone.<br />
<br />
Yes I know I'm that boring.<br />
<br />
<br />
1669 kills with one weapon. Time played 72 hours in 18 days. Ironically that's nothing compared to how much time some people spend on mmorpg's.<br />
<br />
I've gotten so obsessed since emmo went on vacation that I even started re-skinning the guns and models cause I'm bored without her. I'm hanging around <a href="http://www.fpsbanana.com">[link]</a> and <a href="http://www.hellsgamers.com">[link]</a><br />
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I'm going to see her in oct/nov, not sure yet. I'm expecting complete rejection so I scheduled a trip to Amsterdam while I'm there just in case. I'm trying to be more optimistic.<br />
<br />
Only new art I did was a little drawing I did of her in cs:s. maybe I'll post it later. <br />
<br />
Still no where near completing ccna. Sigh, honestly its a self confidence thing, not getting into it.<br />
<br />
I think you mainly just wanted an update. Yes every things good I think. I went to go see "balls of fury" with my grandma at her request. I recently got too drunk and ended up lost in another state(if you're in belgium imagine getting lost in germany while drunk), also my first kiss was while playing virtua fighter II but, that's a story for another time.<br />
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PS<br />
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I must admit there is one difference between us. I will never love life as much as I love the people in it. You'll have to learn to live with that if you want me. <br />
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also <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uouWy2Gls3Q">[link]</a><br />
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Love<br />
nate<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>Going away</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 19:56:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ While going through the things people have left around my house I keep running into items that draw my mind back to a life that made even less sense than the one I live now. Morgan found a box of notes I had hidden from myself in a closet. I know she had to have read a couple of them. I don't remember what they say exactly. Mostly cryptic love notes someone had written me while I was in OLP. I wonder what she would think if I told her what they were about and why they were all written with childrens markers. I found a leather wrist band. It's very nice but, it says "frank" on it. I started wearing it as a joke but, now I'm attached to it. I keep trying to turn it over to see the label that has instructions for others should I be found confused or lost. tugging it around to see my diagnosis.<br />
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I realized today the closest thing I had to a real honest relationship with another person was on the internet. How pathetic is that? Worse yet it was empty and fake. I had forgotten if you called someone your best friend it requires them to feel the same way for it to mean anything. You can't always remember to lie to yourself everyday.<br />
<br />
Anyway, I need to start moving more of my time to real life. I know some people are perfectly happy with having a hundred internet friends and no real friends because their time is justified in some manner but, I only had one and in my heart I spent more time waiting for them to come online than I did talking to them or anything else. <br />
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I wish I wasn't crazy, I'm sorry, bye.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>I should mean more - jamison parker</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 18:23:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "I Should Mean More"<br />
<br />
facing your front door<br />
the one you hide behind<br />
your fight with bedroom eyes<br />
well i proudly wear mine<br />
the entrance that i make<br />
will fall so short of grand<br />
a hopeful knock sounds tired<br />
before my hopeful plans<br />
you put your hand in mine<br />
it fits so perfectly<br />
your whispers between kisses<br />
show me all that i could be<br />
<br />
please make me not so crazy<br />
make me fall apart<br />
make me think beautiful unexpected thoughts<br />
i should mean more<br />
<br />
i trace every curve<br />
on your precious face<br />
and pray some day you'll beg me<br />
to beg you run away<br />
<br />
please make me not so crazy<br />
make me fall apart<br />
make me think beautiful unexpected thoughts<br />
i should mean more<br />
<br />
i should mean more<br />
i should mean more<br />
i should mean more<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iau3CVwHfdU">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>fuck your happy leave me alone</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 09:55:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Nate is currently emo and has found a corner to cry in, please leave a message and he will get back to you when he has something to live for. If you are confirmed to be cute and funny please include open scheduled times for dating. :<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />:<br />
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<br />
"Its hard to deal when all you do is feel"<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>Happy death day to you.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 09:50:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Man, life is weird. If you're a teenager and reading this, listen closely. In the last year everything in my life has gotten better everyday. Something new happened a couple days ago. While skateboarding in the house (I can do that because I'm an adult, look forward to it) I totally destroyed this bookcase. I mean 30 pieces, books everywhere. "fuck I can't skate until I put these books up." I thought. Well, as I went through the books I found a box that belonged to my ex. Inside I found her horse riding awards and a picture of us at the ceremony. Strangely all I felt was "fuck, I can't believe I was with her.". Amazing, not  "omg, I need to cut myself" or "I wonder if I should call her?" ever occurred to me. I'm over her. It's finally over. It feels good. I don't feel like talking about her anymore and honestly I don't miss any of it. My calculations show that it took about 2 years to get over a 5 year relationship which included a year of marriage. I didn't love her so much as I loved being loved. She didn't love me anyway. I was just a crutch. Someone to take care of her. She wouldn't have let me skateboard in the house anyway, bitch.<br />
<br />
Point is... Unless you're serious about suicide man you've got 40+ years left of blue sky and muddy puddles to get through. You might as well say "fuck it" and enjoy it. Do what you wanna do. Be gay and stupid but, make sure you throw a blanket down first. I've lost everyone I've ever loved twice over. I've been duped, ripped off, and beaten til I spit teeth. I've OD by accident and on purpose. I've got more than one girl's initials carved into my skin. I don't think there's anything I've ever tried to do that someone hasn't told me I can't. Despite all this I am perhaps the happiest I've ever been. The only thing I did was to stop focusing on the negatives and what I perceived as impassable boundaries. <br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> I fucking hate being lectured more than anything else.<br />
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I've been listening to alot of alien ant farm this week. My favorite song is Happy death day.<br />
I've decided what superhero I would be. Not who I'd want to be but, I would imagine myself as. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferro_Lad">[link]</a> Ferro Lad is as positive a role model as I can find. I think I may do my first fan art because I want a ferro lad t-shirt. have a nice day, I have to get back to class.<br />
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Artist:  	Alien ant farm<br />
Song: 	Happy Death Day<br />
Album: 	ANThology<br />
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<br />
I slowly shoot these words like weapons<br />
And go insane<br />
I watch you drive your stupid car<br />
You go away<br />
You never were one to use caution<br />
And you don't obey<br />
You know I'd love to see it happen<br />
I always tried to keep you near me<br />
Without the pain<br />
I love to tie us into knots<br />
We slipped away<br />
I tried to captivate you, on that evening<br />
He was leaving, with the girl I'd like to kill<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
Happy Death day to you baby<br />
I know you're flying in the blue now<br />
We'll be together real soon now baby, don't you worry<br />
Papa's got a brand new body bag for you<br />
<br />
Cable cars run through my mind<br />
Reminiscent Bay<br />
I think I'd love a valentine<br />
I wish you'd stay<br />
You never were one to use caution<br />
It slipped away<br />
I somehow knew this would happen<br />
<br />
(chorus)<br />
<br />
And I got a fresh new kind of attitude<br />
I slowly shoot these words like weapons<br />
And go insane<br />
I watch you drive your stupid car<br />
You go away<br />
You never were... You never were...<br />
You know I'd love to see it happen<br />
<br />
(chorus 2x)<br />
<br />
And he ain't ever ever coming back to you<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>the weight of me</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 12:52:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Pros<br />
---------------------<br />
Is rich<br />
has job<br />
has a big house <br />
has car<br />
Is funny<br />
has "beautiful eye lashes"(don't ask)<br />
is not painful to look at<br />
music collection close to 500gig's<br />
Can draw<br />
eats healthy<br />
responsible/reliable<br />
is smart(sort of)<br />
Is good at counter-strike<br />
has tons of video-games<br />
big TV<br />
Is critical but, accepts everyone.<br />
Has lots of toys<br />
knows every mainstream superhero, info, and  powers by heart.<br />
<br />
Cons<br />
----------------------<br />
Is a crybaby<br />
Has a love handle<br />
needs to be touched but, will yell at you if you touch him.<br />
Secretive<br />
car smells moldy<br />
house is messy<br />
skateboards in the house<br />
Has self-esteem/image issues<br />
girly but, dickish<br />
Wants to be superman<br />
clumsy<br />
Criminal background<br />
Isn't very attractive<br />
draws stupid things<br />
has parent issues<br />
Has lots of toys and comics<br />
Plays alot of counter-strike<br />
knows every mainstream superhero, info, and  powers by heart.<br />
<br />
I'm trying to weigh myself. That's all I can think of. So far I'm like a pet rock. looks nice on your desk but, isn't anything you really have to have.<br />
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I can't stop listening to this song. I'm on listen #119<br />
<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GQOAlnJrOP8">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>who is it</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 18:16:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ last night I dreamed I was a turtle<br />
I was ready for anything<br />
who was this shell who covered me<br />
<br />
tumbling into streams<br />
splashing all around and around<br />
ugly was just a thing<br />
<br />
beautiful baby water bird<br />
built with gills on her feet <br />
stepping in the feceees <br />
always coming clean<br />
<br />
without her could yooou stiilll breath?<br />
<br />
It's about remembering <br />
the person who holds your ground <br />
when you're lost everything you thought you'd <br />
fffffffound to be what is true<br />
<br />
This is no joking matter<br />
stop playing these games<br />
if you could just sit still<br />
and ask yourself<br />
<br />
your armors made of glass<br />
she's spining spining spining<br />
oiling your gears<br />
melting away their fears<br />
<br />
finding you alone, she wonders through your soul<br />
<br />
who is it<br />
who is it<br />
who is it<br />
who is it<br />
who is it<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>That whole life thing.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 13:01:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think the difference between being happy and being unhappy is minimal. <br />
A lot of it is the routine. The 12-20 hours you spend awake and what you do with it daily. <br />
<br />
If you hangout with at least one close friend a day and kiss at least one girl a week I suspect your outlook on life has got to be in the 80% percentile. Especially if you are a girl because that would be hot. I'm not saying everyone fits into this scheme but, I haven't met anyone who doesn't. I won't lie. My entire self image is based on what other people think of me. This is not who I am but, it is what I perceive my value to be. You can have all the toys in the world (I do.) but, if the majority of your time is spent alone in bed it seems likely that your value as a person is quite low. If you are however accomplishing something in your spare time I imagine it's not quite as bad but, I think it boils down to having foot and hand prints on other peoples lives.<br />
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   I've been unusually gloomy lately. My reasons are petty and unimportant. This week has brought in part a possible resolution. I awoke the other day with squatters in my living room. I made *Angry hamster noises* at everyone and immediately stole someone's coke and the last slice of pizza. "What's cause of this ruckus?" I mumbled at Sean as he drew my attention to my enormous 57" HDTV which had of late become routine and uninteresting to me, I realized a playstation 3 had arrived at my house. Matt had bought one but, lacked a large TV or HD therefore my house was once again in season. I wanted to be angry about this I really did but, damn if I didn't enjoy having all these retards hangout. Maybe it wasn't for me but, it's just nice to have people to hang around. Matt had already made me a custom character and everything. Felt better than my freaking birthday.<br />
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My friends have abandoned me for the weekend. It wasn't their fault. I just took a vacation and just didn't have time for another one. They left me the Playstation 3 so I've been pretending that I'm studying but, I'm getting like 1 page done for every chapter I beat in Soul Caliber 3. You play css for so long you forget that videogames are pretty. I needed to talk to Sean about a voicemail issue but, while I was trying to explain something he and matt started singing some very gay song about loving me. I'm not gay. Seriously I have a hard drive dedicated to very straight porn infact I have remiko ta......nvm. Anyway that kind of thing still makes me feel good. I don't think there's anything better than being wanted.<br />
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Shout out to girls I think are hot.<br />
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<a href="http://allieonfire.deviantart.com/">[link]</a><br />
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<a href="http://swordexpert-stock.deviantart.com/">[link]</a><br />
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<a href="http://sweetemmarose.deviantart.com/">[link]</a><br />
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And a couple retarded friends<br />
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<a href="http://www.myspace.com/mattopivycooper">[link]</a><br />
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                <title>Piscian -1 vs friends</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:58:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ excuse me, it's cookies and emo time.<br />
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I think I lost another friend today. It was my fault and I saw it coming. I wish I could pretend to not care but, this time it really stung. I'm trying to warn my friends now. When I get down it's down down. No emo woe is me I cut myself or any of that. If you can't cheer me up just leave me alone, it will blow over. I get mean. I say shit I don't mean. I'm trying really hard now. If I know I'm going into my mode I just immediantly get away from anyone I know because I'm either going to cry or start screaming senselessly. I'm so angry at everything and everyone. All I can think about is how worthless I am but, you know...give me a little peace, maybe some sleep, and I'm ok for alittle while. I decided that seeing someone is inescapable at this point. For instance I've been making everyone laugh all morning but, I'm on the edge of tears right now. I'm so tired and just generally fucked up. I don't know how much longer I can pretend to be ok at work. This isn't making me feel any better I'm gonna stop now.<br />
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journal summary:<br />
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Did a new drawing last night I'm almost pleased with. This one is actually decent and I like it so maybe I can clean it up tonight. It's in my scraps for now. Found a really cool tutorial about perspective I hope that will help me. Seeing shrink tomorrow I think. If I pass my test soon I'm treating myself to a new tattoo. It's complicated but, it's essentially a giant snapping turtle covering my back. Making big effort to be nice to people. Going to the dive tonight maybe somebody will hit on me. That always makes my day even if they are fugly or gay. I'm ok with gays I'm just not so it does me no good.<br />
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Deep sigh...need soda... in love with Jessica from Coinslot.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Vacation day two</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 11:38:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear emmo,<br />
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I went to a birthday party for my niece Mena. Things went reasonably at first. I saw my family in adrian michigan for the first time since I was pequeÃ±o niÃ±o. This part of my family is spanish. Per Carlos, mexican immigrants migrate to adrian for farm work and head back to Mexico in the winter. Some option to stay when they find regular work. Adrian eventually became largely hispanic. I'm not sure why my mom s' family lived there but, I know they were wild and they fit right in. So now I have mexican cousins, uncles,  aunts etc. I had a pretty good time. With this kind of family everybody is a brother or sister. I felt more at home with them than my own relatives. Had a few beers and food. Unfortunately we didn't stop there. We went to another cousins house and started drinking tequila. By maybe 2 am I was part hungarian and part irish. I was mainly made of tequila, beer, pot, pizza, candy bars. I didn't make it to the bathroom in time. In fact I puked in a cup right there at the table. Then on the table, Then on my myself, Carlos, Well you see where this is going. Felt pretty good after that. I have two choices day to day. Be insecure, talk quietly, and hope no one notices me or Be comfortable with myself and just be the disaster area that I am.<br />
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Bahhhh live and learn...Well not yet. I'm going to a party tonight and I'm expected to drink more than I did last night.<br />
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I've started making "Not to do" lists<br />
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1. No pot.<br />
2. No cigarettes<br />
3. No puking   <br />
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Love you peace out<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Can't get creative must... eat more candy.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 09:48:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So my creativity is all burnt out. I may possibly need another infusion of gamma radiation. All kinds of crazy stuff happens to me. All worthy of comic strips but, I just feel so talentless I can't bring myself to do any. One thing that comes to mind is that my cousins art school projects take 12-18 hours. I'm spending maybe 20 mins to an hour and I'm usually on speed and drunk(don't worry I'm a pro.). Also I need to do more figure drawing and maybe some inverted light stuff might get me motivated. I want to involve emmo but, I don't have any good pictures of her and with her claiming to now have parasites growing under her skin I think I'll pass.<br />
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The life of nate 7-18-07<br />
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Had to quit taking amphetamines. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, acted alittle too weird even for me. Spent like a week crying every 15 minutes. Paying morgan to clean my house in preparation of construction work. She annoys me lately. It's probably just me. Going to Carlos' this weekend. He wants to drink and party. Spent serious alone time with elizabeth. Not attracted to her but, I get this weird kindred spirit vibe. I wish she was my friend. Finally studying for CCNA have to put art on hold for awhile. My radiator exploded all over the front of my car. Pretty funny. Should be fixed today. My doctor referred me to a brain picking guy so I can get decent crazy people pills instead of using amphetamines to keep my moodswings in check. Worked out too much so now my hips hurt. I'm on a candy kick not sure why. Take5's are awesome. hmm that's it I think.<br />
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This is my favorite video. Sometimes I wonder which character in it represents me. Sometimes I think it's all of them.<br />
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<a href="http://www.channel4.com/culture/microsites/M/mesh/year_three/320_killingtime.html">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dear watchers, you suck</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 19:40:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why do you watch me? Cause you're all disgusting voyuers that's why! I don't get you people. I'm a terrible artist. A five year kid with add could beat me in an art contest and a foot race at the same!(I take alot of smoke breaks.) So why are you bothering to watch me? If I'm interesting enough to watch despite my art scrillz then how comes you don't talk to me? HMM??? <br />
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        Lame. I declare you all lamers. LAMERS! Like people who actually pay for music or people who listened to Michael Bolton. You're all too lame to have remembered him or the tragic final battle in which he was tossed into the fires of mount doom, taking Sir-mix-lot (Who was cool as shit.) with him.<br />
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BAAAH. I BAAAAAAAHHHH at you all. CAREFACEÂ² +(2Â²x B) (B=meh).<br />
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I'm learning french. I just had an epiphany. See I'm an american and we have a habit of just making up words. Our genius is that we use the word constantly until it spreads so far that it becomes a common term thus gaining actual meaning. So if I take that theory to other languages while I'm globe trotting think of the havoc I could reek! I'm gonna invent "Facetard" in every language. Our common stupidity could bring all cultures closer together. Though I'm pretty certain this is a hell worthy trespass I think it will be worth it in the end.   <br />
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There's no word in french for assbandit. Think of the possibilities...<br />
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*note - I have nothing against the french. I stayed in france for awhile and considered moving there. It's just an easy language to learn and try out my theories. My counterpart is moving to thailand in a few weeks and will be undertaking the research on this idea there. I'm uncertain as to how it will workout because Thai is actually pretty screwy anyway. They actually have a similar form of "tardspeak"(That's what I'm naming it) already in use there. <br />
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I'm ending it here because I've been awake for almost 72 hours. In summary: I hate you all, PM me or comment(realistic advise) or .. something, and I miss flavor pop's. <br />
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Panda Rep - "Piscian's closing statements were as follows.."<br />
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Piscian - <br />
<br />
"I wish I was little bit taller,<br />
I wish I was a baller<br />
I wish I had a girl who looked good<br />
I would call her<br />
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat<br />
and a '64 Impala<br />
<br />
I wish <br />
I wish<br />
I wish<br />
(low whisper) I wish"<br />
<br />
Panda Rep - "Eye witnesses say Piscian walked off into the sunset but, not before tripping over his own feet and crashing into several garbage cans...."<br />
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The crowds dispersed, most with looks of utter confusion. ]]></description>
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                <title>Rinse repeat</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 10:46:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ All of my friends- theyre not my friends<br />
A knife in the back, felt it again. what did I do? was it so wrong?<br />
I used to fit in, now I dont belong<br />
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I think somebody loved me once, I think somebody loved me once<br />
I think somebody loved me once but I cannot remember why<br />
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My confidence is stuck in my throat when you lay blame Im your scapegoat<br />
Ears burnin red, I heard what you said- you smile at my face but you wish I was dead<br />
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I think somebody loved me once, I think somebody loved me once<br />
I think somebody loved me once but I cannot remember why<br />
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How can such an uplifting song be so sad?<br />
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<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=n1MFaGtBu0w">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>California</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 15:19:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I took a vacation and went to visit family in San Francisco. They live in Oakland but, it's maybe a ten minute ride on the train to the Bay. I have to say this is one of the coolest places I've ever been. That includes Mexico, Canada, and France. Almost everyone I've met here is incredibly friendly. From an outside prospective it's assumed that this is because everyone here is tree hugging hippy liberal protesters. Someone even mentioned this when checking in on me from home. I have to seriously disagree. There are plenty of rich idiot yuppy conservatives here. I was in a thrift store yesterday and spotted a copy of Rush Limbaugh's guide to being a fascist/racist. I haven't even seen that in Louisville. I think it's just an assumed stereotype like everybody in Kentucky are rednecks. People will randomly start up conversations with you on the street over anything, it's weird. I almost asked this girl out at an EBgames. OMFG there are so many girls here. I'm not getting my hopes up but, all girls here play video games from what I can tell. I witnessed 2 guys with a few minutes of each other, both with similar dispositions as mine walking arm in arm with two beautiful women. I had this crushing notion. Would my parents have been happier? Could this gentler climate ease the distortion between them? If nothing else mom would have found hope here. I feel it in my heart when the cool breeze brushes my face, heated and flushed by the sun. (Sorry, I feel sappy.) um that's all I can think of right now. I'll add stuff as I think of it. Oh, don't buy Chai Tea in the city they have no clue . Stick with coffee here, they understand coffee. <br />
I added a deviant it's not done in fact it's probably garbage but, I haven't added anything in a while so I figured what the hey. enjoy. It's for a comic idea called "homeless robot".<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>phobias</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 21:28:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just realized today I think I may have a phobia of people. Atleast on a large scale like agoraphobia. I had sort of promised myself I would go to the park for some sun and quiet so I could study for school. I think I managed to talk myself out of it before I even stepped in the door after work. All I could think about was how people were gonna stare at me. The guy with the funny walk, with his hand hidden in his jacket, like I should be in the fucking circus. Is it wrong to wish you were ugly if it meant you could be normal otherwise? I've gotten to this scary point where I'll avoid going out just so I don't have be self conscious about what people are thinking of me. All these horrible thoughts about being something out of a Piccaso work. Worse yet an xenomorph out of  H.R. Gigers books. <br />
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Someone made a joke about my cp at work today. It wasn't at my expense. It was friend who really likes me and he was just talking about using my cp to fuck with a manager we hate. At first I laughed hard because it was pretty funny and it took me a second to realize what he meant. After that it really stung. The kind of pain you feel when you lose something important. When someone blurts "I don't love you anymore.". It wasn't his fault, it just reminded me how different I am. People tell me that it's not noticeable and no one can really tell but, things like that just confirm my fears.<br />
<br />
 I'm not one of those kids in the antidepressant  commercials. I don't feel like the sky is falling or hate my parents. I like being alive. I love my friends and family. I just wonder sometimes if life just doesn't need me in it. Atleast I know what my super power would be. <br />
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I'd be invisible...<br />
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new scraps, who cares?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Lazy S.O.B</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2007 13:11:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I clicked on my profile today and realized I haven't updated this in a month. A month!!<br />
<br />
So maybe I should reintroduce myself.<br />
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Hi, I'm nate. I'm lazy and crazy. I may not put up new artwork for weeks at a time or I may put up 5 in a day. I hate work of any kind. A perfect example is that my mailman complained to my friend sean this week because I'm too lazy to go to the door and check my mail. While writing this I'm thinking " This sucks I wanna watch youtube." The flip side is that I go on these crazy late night productive nate sprees where my roommates will wake up to find I've cleaned the whole house and painted a mural on the computer room wall. Sometimes it seems like I'll lay on the couch for days. <br />
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When I draw my style seems to change constantly. It mirrors how unbalanced I am. Sometimes it's retarded cartoons ( I can say retarded because technically I am.) and somedays I'm told my portraits are amazingly lifelike. I was in a serious relationship for about six years that was supposed to be it for me. Settle in with a shity job doing routing and application support, have kids who would hate me, and die. That didn't happen. Now I'm not really sure who I am or what to do with myself but, I remember wanting to be an artist when I was kid and so I've sort of used that as a support structure. I gave up trying to be happy in a place that reminds me of all the things I've thrown away so I'm moving to thailand with my friend sean in august.   <br />
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Sean has a way of making me feel like shit so I'll try harder. For whatever reason I seem to latch on to people like that. I'm pathologically obsessed with others impressions of me and I have an easier time believing that people see me as a freakshow than anything worthwhile. So If someone likes hanging around me but, enjoys berating me it just feels more real I guess. He says he feels it's the only way to keep my god-complex in line. He doesn't realize I don't want to rule people, just save them.<br />
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I'm just rambling so I'll stop here. I'm adding a bunch of scraps. I don't like anything I've drawn lately.<br />
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                                  "And still this emptiness persists<br />
                                  Perhaps this is as good as it gets<br />
                   When youve given up the drink and those nasty cigarettes<br />
                        Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets<br />
                        I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets<br />
                                  Yeah this is as good as it gets."<br />
                                      <br />
                                      -Colin hay - Beautiful world.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dear internet friend.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 07:07:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The prime consumer of my time spent on the interwebs has requested I update my journal. Roll camera.. Action..<br />
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I went through this odd 5-12 step phase leading up to my birthday. Trying to figure out why I was still alive and why should I keep on going? Smoking, not smoking. Drinking, not drinking and so on. I guess when everything is said and done I just like people, and as long as there are people I'll be around. <br />
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So now that I feel like being alive what do I do with myself? btw I'm one of those shitty people who have lots of money and can do just about anything I want. Don't worry, I got the ultimate short end of the stick in life. I think maybe god felt guilty and said "Here have some money that'll fix ya right up." . Of course I stopped worshipping when I was 7. I believe in God I spose but, we made a deal and he broke it. Anyway, it's been decided that I do something with my life so here are my options.<br />
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1. Stay in Louisville and go to IU South. learn japanese and go live in japan in like 4-8 years I guess. Blah. (Mostly because all the cool girls are leaving louisville, why stay?) <br />
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2. Move back to Michigan. Work for Carlos doing "Design". go to school for Art and Japanese. Same senerio. Blah. I like Carlos but, it just isn't going to be a drastic change from what I do now. I officially hate technology.<br />
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3. Move to California and Go to Art school with my cousin sam. Maybe irritate him for a couple years. Could be fun. I have to get into the school first which means I need to work on a porfolio and ditch this mspaint obsession.<br />
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4. OK, this is weird. I've had like four people garrantee me if I move to S.Korea I've got a job and a place to stay but, what would I do there? Get another 9-5 doing...something? Chase korean girls? I'm starting wonder what the pulls been in the first place. I guess I'll know when I get there.<br />
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5. My friend Amy is slowly convincing me maybe I could just hangout in Thailand for a couple years. She's moving there to teach for awhile. My rent would be cheap like 160$ a month and I would already have a friend there. I could live there for atleast a year on a couple thousand bucks. I wouldn't even have to work if I didn't want to. Seriously considering just fucking off in Thailand for a year and let matt rent my house.<br />
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6. Move to Belgium and let Emma irritate me with that harry potter voice until I kill myself.(Shouldn't take long.) Yeah, fat chance. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-)" title=":-) (Smile)" /> XOXOXO<br />
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So that's it. Oh, I've got about a year tops left before I get laid off because they're selling my company. I need to make up my mind or I'll die from boredom. In the meantime I leave for California on may 29-june 06 to check out school and see Sam. That's about it. <br />
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Best wishes<br />
Nate<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Brand new day</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 21:03:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's a funny feeling. I woke up today and joined the real world. It kinda feels good. Worked all day. Went drinking with some co-workers. Won a game of pool. Talked to a pretty girl who's new in town.(Gonna make an excuse to see her again.). Went home. Fixed my fucking car (Thanks Sean.) Too tired to workout. took an ephedrine to wake up. 50 crunches. 60 sit-ups. 60 push-ups. 30 pull-ups. Played some counter-strike. Matt's mom is in bad shape. It's his life I'll keep it private. If you read this and know him, just leave him alone or I don't know.. tell him "hey"(He's hard to read sometimes.) Hope he's ok.  <br />
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My Ann Arbor trip went pretty good. Carlos was happy I was there. He wants me to go work for him. I want him to build me a rice bike. The party was wild. I blacked out around 11:30 but, I'm told I had a good time. God, so much beer. too much tequila.(That side of my family is spanish.) I think if matt went back to Toledo I'd pack my shit up tomorrow and set my house on fire. <br />
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I'll try and have some trip pics up tomorrow or something I'm gonna dose myself up and get some sleep. Emma if you want to send me a portrait I'll illustrate it. I think I'd like to do something happy. That's right I actually said something "happy". I think I wanna draw some pictures of Carlos and Leah too. <br />
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Never been here, never coming back<br />
Never want to think about the things<br />
That happened today<br />
Want to lay down on the warm ground<br />
I think I'm going to need a little time to myself<br />
Don't fall down now<br />
You will never get up<br />
Don't fall down now<br />
I ask you for a slow ride<br />
Going nowhere<br />
You look like Satan<br />
You ask me if I want to get high<br />
Couple of bags down in old town You tie your arm and<br />
Ask me if I wanted to drive<br />
Don't fall down now<br />
You will never get up<br />
Don't fall down now<br />
Last thing I recall<br />
I was in the air<br />
I woke up on the street<br />
Crawling with my strawberry burns<br />
Ten long years in a straight line<br />
They fall like water<br />
Yes, I guess I fucked up again<br />
Don't fall down now<br />
You will never get up<br />
Don't fall down now <br />
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- Everclear - Strawberry burns<br />
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                <title>I hate you all I'm leaving :)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 03:45:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The other day I got this really nice green buddhism t-shirt. Yesterday I passed out during a nose bleed and blood had gotten all over the shirt. Oh well guess that's just who I am. (I'm still wearing the shirt anyways.) <br />
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Emma called me fat. I don't think she likes having friends. Like to see her do ten minutes of my 3 friggin hour workout. She's trying to make me post nudes to defend myself I think.<br />
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Probably karma from me callin matt fatass but, he does need to workout. I got him hooked on ephedrine. Probably going to hell for that.<br />
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Going away for the weekend to Ann Arbor. I left my contact info on the page if needed. Pictures will go on my shitty little website.<br />
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I had some really awful shit I wanted to talk about but, no one wants to hear my pity train so I'll just leave you alone.<br />
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Everclear - amphetamine<br />
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                <title>bein lazy</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 23:45:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I haven't felt like drawing lately. I have to chill on the mspaint crap and actually draw something. I have to start applying for colleges soon and need a portfolio? Blah I don't wanna. I'm kind of an airhead. I just know how to make people laugh. kinda funny for a manic depressive oh well. I'll make my teachers laugh for credit and if they refuse I'll threaten to pull down my pants, that'll make anyone crack a smile. If I didn't mention it I'm going to be a foreign language major starting with japanese, german, french, portugese maybe. Oh that and a professional fool. anyway emmas whinin about pictures. I'm not photogenic in the extreme but here's few for right now. <a href="http://piscian18.home.insightbb.com/photos/index.htm">[link]</a> You're not getting any naughty pics.. damn those are my best too. Also these are mildy old. I got a new comic strip I'll have out tomorrow I swear. It's a counter-strike joke  so don't feel bad if you don't get it.<br />
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Just listened to the perishers - there's nothing like you and I <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vFIX2G2oSSU">[link]</a> I hate this song. *sniff*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I started smoking again today</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 01:01:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It stormed today. A flash flood. I sat on a balcony watching it while listening to music. The balcony was an open space but, somehow protected from the rain. Trees swayed back and forth. Occasionally the down pour masked everything from view.  Someone put a blanket on me as I drifted off. Suddenly, I was looking through a photo album. Each page contained pictures of my life. Things I remember and some I don't. <br />
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Holding my ex-wife as she cried. <br />
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Blood runs down my arm as lexie pushes the knive in and twist. <br />
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Hitting a homerun in the field across the street.<br />
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Playing chess with my father. <br />
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Wandering the streets in the rain looking for somewhere dry enough to sleep. <br />
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Jackie screaming at me.<br />
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Dave tells me I'm no longer welcome in his house while matt giggles behind me. <br />
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Sex in mandie's room beneath the quilted blankets. <br />
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I stare at the note and the sandstones lisa sent to me in the hospital. <br />
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I kiss susie and fall down on the slick ice covered sidewalk. <br />
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He rips my backpack out of my upraised hands and continues the beating I interrupted. <br />
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I open presents, unable to tear my gaze from the boy with no eyes being held together by plastic and wires in the corner. <br />
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Lexie's hips thrust up and down as she whispers into my wet tears "She's in a better place now". <br />
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The blanket gives way too early throwing Conan and I laughing down the stairs. <br />
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Brooke hands me the gun and says "it was good to see you." <br />
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Marcy's tears make her seem more beautiful as she begs me not to take the last of the painkillers.<br />
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It seemed like hours past as these scenes came in and out of focus. I awoke to the throbbing in my hands from the cuts and the bruises.<br />
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I took another ephedrine and decided I'm going to shave my head today.<br />
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                <title>Everything is out to get me</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 03:21:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was at this gas station today. Very crowded. I was totally out of it because I had been awake for a day or two. I go in so I can buy a coke and prepay for some gas. After ringing my coke up the lady says " Naw baby you gotta use ya card outside." Argh stupid lady. So I go outside and for the life of me I can't make gas thing.. push.. midgrade.. GO.. please. I'm pushing everything, even the "hot dogs 2/99 cent" sign. I'm about to use my judo chop on this thing when I realize there's a giant red button in front me that says PUSH ME. My finger was a centimeter away from said button when behind me on the intercom "HEY YOU ON PUMP 3 PUSH THE BUTTON! THE RED BUTTON INFRONT OF YOU!!" everybody just stares at me. Acouple of teenage girls giggle. So I'm getting in my car when I realize I can't get in because I have no key. I'm about to cry. I'm searching every pocket dumping change everywhere looking for my stupid key. Finally after ten minutes I give up and go inside. The lady shoves the key in my face and of course I drop it. I reach down to pick it up and "BAM" I smack my head on the counter so hard I'm dazed. Everyone in the station laughs hysterically. I tried to scream "I hate you!" but, my voice cracked and I started crying and ran out the door.<br />
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This was partially sci-fi but, I'm not tellin which part.<br />
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Rinse repeat , story of my life.<br />
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If you like anything I've done recently please feel free to check the scraps. Hidden gems I just haven't had time  to deal with plus a test run for panel two is on there.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>3 am on saturday night and I'm sober</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 00:48:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 3 am on saturday night and I'm sober as Cancer. For some reason this is depressing me. I submitted another damn deviation. I'm churning them out daily now. I've become obsessed with it now. Am I avoiding something? Maybe studying or bills or cleaning? who knows. I have this song stuck in my head. "Hey Mister"- by Custom. At first it seems like an anthem to slutty women but, if you really listen to the lyrics you realize it's commenting on how strange these days are for young women. How easily their identities can be destroyed by the men around them. Both parents and peers. I know a girl who recently came out as a nymphomaniac. She hates herself and her life has become meaningless, so that's what she does to compensate. Her words not mine. The world can be a really tragic place. The only thing I can do is to treat women with respect and hope for positive things for them. I'm trying draw more girls because I have no clue how and no one to teach me. Don't have anything else to say and my hands hurt for some reason. I feel old. Think I need to do some push- ups or something.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>So I got desperate to draw something</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 12:52:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I got desperate to draw something. Ever since I started drawing again it's like I can't stop. I have a new idea like every 15 seconds and must put it. on paper.<br />
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Bad news. The part I need for my car doesn't exist I drove all over town looking in junk yards looking for one. Mental note* on the new car I build all parts must be common. I'm never going through that again. <br />
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Also I just put up a new deviation so if you saw it please let me know because it's not showing up on my profile wtf. *edit it's showing up now no clue why. website issues I guess.<br />
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Radio-flares <a href="http://radio-flare.deviantart.com/">[link]</a> productivity is driving me up a wall. I'm making a voodoo doll as we speak so I can steal her powers. <br />
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I asked my friend justin if he thought I was lucky. He said he admits in some ways he is jealous, but he doesn't envy me. He said " You've done amazingly well considering life handed you nothing but, shit." He said "Your divorce seems like the luckiest thing you've had happen so far." I wish I could take back his piece of birthday cake..asshole.<br />
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Good news.<br />
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You'll note* I mentioned getting 50000 dollars for my birthday recently. Guess what? A check just arrived for another 2000 dollars. I have no  idea where it came from or what it's for but, yeah me. I've decided since I'm moving I'm giving away my computers to artists in need so if you know anyone let me know.<br />
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That's it sorry, for any typo's but, I wanna play counter-strike before I go to bed.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>It's finally over</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 02:59:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I lied, my birthday wasn't completely over. Had a few things that needed attending.<br />
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My life seems so complex sometimes but, all that is required is to adjust ones mindset and attempt to find order.<br />
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Last week I came down with several things at once. It's my birthday, that's just how it works. So throughout this week I've been mostly unable to speak and unable to eat anything. I'm gonna go ahead and say that's really all the bad news.<br />
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My father visited me. For all the things he's done to me, when I see him I have nothing but, kind words and it's like being on vacation just to get to spend time with him. It's hard to explain. We have everything in common and he really is my best friend but, everytime he walks out the door it feels like he's walking out the first time all over again. He knows and he accepts what I give him without anger.<br />
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In the center of his living room mantle is a picture of me holding my half-brother Aaron the day he was born. Shortly afterwards I left for detroit swearing never to speak to him again. I'm not much of a promise keeper when it comes to love.<br />
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My friend Matt bought me a titanium foldout knife. I'm a buddhist so on one side I'll probably never have a use for it but, I'm also a masochist so I can tell you the knife appears to work just fine.<br />
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I bought a new camera. I'll have new pictures up shortly. I am really hideous. Didn't realize it til I got the camera. Maybe I should move to the sewers like the ninja turtles. People look at me like I'm on fire. I know this must be a superpower I just have to figure out how to use it. Maybe I'll be Blegggghh! He who makes people run away. <br />
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My family had a birthday party for me last night. It was really nice. For someone like me there's nothing more important than knowing you are loved. My uncle is a glass blower. He made a happy birthday glass etching from some pictures on my profile. It was probably the most thoughtful thing I've ever gotten. Caj bought me computer parts. Justin laughed about as hard as I did. The inside joke is that I have so many computers we're going to go shoot some of them this weekend with Matt's springfield pistol and then blow them up. Don't worry I'll keep Caj's parts. The party was the first time I had eaten real food in about a week. I actually felt sick afterwards. Food sucks. I'm think I'm gonna quit eating it. <br />
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I've been reading this book about breaking away from common personal habits that cycle you through emotional highs and lows. The key seems to be dis-identifying with the part of me that wants to be hurt. It's amazing to say I enjoy being miserable. Looking at it from an deferential view it's hard to understand why I would want that but, I'd rather just try to correct it. <br />
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In a few weeks I go to Detroit for my cousin Carlos's birthday party. Then it's off to Hawaii with my Grandmother. After that I'm going to Japan. When I get back we go to California to visit my cousin Sam. He's dating some Pro Cheerleader, this I gotta see. Maybe after that I'll float around Europe for a couple weeks. Germany in particular seems interesting since I'm banned from Belgium.   <br />
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No true deviants this week I have to train new people so I need to back off. I'll put up any interesting pictures I take.<br />
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I also think I might go to the next cpl tournament and see if I can get my name in the news.<br />
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 <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bye.gif" width="25" height="16" alt=":bye:" title="Bye" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The end of birthday's</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 04:37:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm gonna say my birthday was great.(Only so somebody will send me  pictures.)<br />
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I'm kidding, My birthday was fine. I got through it by playing way too much counter-strike with emma. I actually got up once and fell down because my legs were all unwieldy, well probably because of the meds too.<br />
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My grandma took me out to lunch which was cool but, I actually got sick at the restuarant which was embarassing. She talked about my mom alot. I understand, it's hard not to for her. Every positive thing I have was passed down from my mom. When I say my writing is inspired by pictures and drawings it dates back to a painting my mother was given of a half eaten frozen cherry pie. the rest of the painting was a story of an elderly man trying to relive his youth by eating this cherry pie but, the pie is frozen and his plastic fork keeps breaking.<br />
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My father called acouple times but, I was sleeping and my throat hurt so I didn't answer. I also don't like him sometimes.<br />
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My voice is back and my throat feels ok. I may go out this weekend maybe not. I've been living on ramen and hot chocolate for a week so I feel pretty beat. Gawd I have to start working out again.<br />
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I sort of wish the next couple weeks would hurry up and be over. I have alot of financial decisions to make. I just got about 50,000 dollars and I have alot of debt so I'm not sure if I want to keep it or use it to pay bills. Theoretically if I use all the money I could cut all the last ties I have to my ex-wife.<br />
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After onyxjinx <a href="http://onyxjinx.deviantart.com/">[link]</a> left me alittle moral boost I did my first webcomic. please take a look I need critical opinions. Don't be too harsh or I'll sick emma on you and she favors the mp5 <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/gun.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":gun:" title="Guns dont kill people; People kill people!" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/u/upset.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":upset:" title="Upset" />.<br />
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 peace out  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";-)" title=";-) (Wink)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>My boss is a Vampire</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 03:16:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel like my little spurt of creativity deserved a journal update. My attempts to draw hands seems to be repeatedly blowing up in my face so I was like fuck this I wanna draw girls. I wish I could show you the stages of this one. I literally spent like an hour just sitting at my desk scribble/erase scribble/erase.IN MSPAINT!!! All the sudden I was done. I thought to myself "This girl needs color." At that point it was no longer scrap and became a deviation. I was in mid typing of Emma and then I thought "oh come on emma I think you're getting just about enough attention for someone I've never met." I played with some girl on counter-strike tonight named Kirsty? I say this one goes out to you. <br />
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I was just finishing up picking out the font when the frigging VP of Data dracula's up right behind me " What's going on ?" "AHHHHHHHHH" I hate when he does that. Jumped out of my skin. Oh well nothing going on at work anyways. Hopefully I won't have a meeting with the boss tomorrow.<br />
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I saw Pan's Labyrinth today. OMFG that was depressing. It made me want to write a story though. I think a girl will be the hero and the bad guy.<br />
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I'd like to mention something real quick. If you look at my artwork you'll notice I'm improving pretty regularly. When I was a kid they thought I was going to be a prodigy. Maybe not alex ross but, the potential was there. Let's say everything bad you could ever imagine happening, happened all at once when I was 12 and then didn't stop until I was like 18. Then I went a got married. Yeah I know, I'm destructive I get it. Look, she was not only a girl but, she actually talked to me. That's lifemate material right there buddy. <br />
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Point is that bs is over and I have time to get back to what I love. Masterba... I mean drawing and writing.... As long as I don't get fired for drawing at work tonight.  <br />
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Dammit I'm bored. Why can't you people be up late working like me??<br />
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Lastly before I begin whoring the forums, if anybody wants to throw some drawing task at me let me know. No, commision. I draw like a 5 year old. Give me some idea's and I'll try.<br />
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I'm listening to this<br />
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                <title>Snow clones</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 23:15:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just lost my voice today so I guess now would be a good time to update my journal. I haven't gotten anything done lately. My grandmother called me this morning to lecture me about drinking too much and to ask where I wanted my birthday party? "BIRTHDAY?" I honestly had no clue my birthday was coming. Ironic considering I read my horoscope religiously. She died on my birthday. I generally consider my 16th birthday to have been my last. I don't like celebrating it and I've spent all this time trying to forget it. I'm kinda glad I'm being reminded this time because I've been really depressed lately and I couldn't figure out why. Each year leading up to my birthday I just go off the deep end and OD on something or wake up with new homemade tattoo's. I'm going to try and keep myself in check until this one blows over. Matt's all excited because he doesn't get birthday parties. It's a thing in my family. <br />
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ahh I forgot horoscope time..<br />
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PISCIES (feb 19 through mar 20)<br />
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"Think dangerously!" read the headline on today's bright yellow piece of junk mail. That sounded inviting. I'm always eager for help in overthrowing my certainties. But the product being promoted inside the envelope was just a piece of propaganda: a magazine touting Libertarian dogma. I threw it in my recycling bin along with all the other doctrinaire crap I constantly get from fundamentalists of every stripe, including rightwing religious nuts and leftwing atheists, New Age pollyannas and intellectual cynics, science-haters and science shills. Now here's the climax of this horoscope, Pisces: *Really* think dangerously. Question *every* belief, your own as much as everyone else's. French author André Gide said it best: "Trust those who are seeking the truth; doubt those who find it."<br />
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I can't really interprate this one. I guess I shouldn't buy any books this week based on the cover. Wasn't going to happen anyway. I'm broke in all forms. I have no money and I'm at my emotional wit's end.<br />
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My scorpio rising said I'd gain a couple pounds and if I'm a girl it means I'm pregnant. (whew bullet dodged.)<br />
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I can't say no to pretty girls and one requested I post something new so I'm gonna try and write something tonight.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like I'm living under a vanilla sky.<br />
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                <title>I have reached karmic equilibrium</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 23:22:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Since my ex sold out and got married I figured it was time to clear up legal issues. Appearently she moved to alabama too. I hope she does ok. She's so ambitious that she tends to have things blow up in her face regularly. I don't miss being with her. I think she tried to kill me a couple times but, I'm going to miss our friendship. Pending legal issues everything is going good. Finally moving to 1st shift Wooooooo!!! Still planing to move out of the states, just not sure where I wanna go. After obessively listening to Sigur Ros for the last week I've just generally been in a better mood. I was alittle lonely on Valentine's day but, I bought specialty pizza, matt bought rum and sean brought cokes so we just partied and made "girls suck" jokes til I felt better. Oh check this out ...<br />
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Piscies(feb 15, 07)<br />
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"I believe you're climbing up out of the primordial ooze for the last time. You're done! Never again will you be fully immersed in the stinky depths of hell on earth! Never again will moody despair comprise more than 49 percent of your worldview. From now on, you will be smarter about how to avoid unnecessary pain and misery. You will also be a better escape artist. Now go buy yourself a graduation present."<br />
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What should I buy? hmmm. My friend matt just shoved abunch of computer crap on me so that's out. I kind of want a Wacom's board but, I want the lcd and that's out. I'd buy emma chocolates but, she lives in belgium and I think chocolate is actually in the water there.  <br />
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I don't really need anything and I've been buying computers and  memory sticks and what not for just about everybody I know(building up my Karma stats). I think I'll take my grandma and sean out to lunch today. She misses me and I owe sean lunch. ok I'm just babbling to myself now you can go...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>damn</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 12:50:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I went to send my ex a valentine and just found she just got married. I'm already drunk so I think I'm going to go puke. Happy Valentine's day.... A new card should be in my gallery or here's the link <a href="http://n.sary.home.insightbb.com/Valentinemspaintcolorfinal.JPG">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Is it any wonder?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2007 05:11:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I sketched a couple idea's for the main characters in this web comic I'm doing. I never have time to do anything. Yesterday I slept for 8 whole hours. go figure. Don't feel like I've done that in years. I'm trying to get a 1st shift job but, sigh... ok they have 1st shift positions available but, they can't let me leave 3rd shift until they hire new people to take my place. Sounds easy but, they can't find anyone to replace me and even if they do I have to stay on to train them which could take months. So plan A is move to Japan, find a job, marrying the first girl who speaks to me, and ditch this hell hole. Plan B I'm already applying for headend tech/ hsd specialist. Yeah I'm sure you totally know what that means, don't feel bad adobe photoshop scares the crap out of me. It will be tough work. It's worth it, my job is "king of suckass"  Gonna scan the character sets, make them look pretty, and you'll see them on here in a bit. I'm reading this girls? webcomic and thinking to myself I hate her style but, damn if I didn't wish I could get my stuff that clean. Here's the link to her stuff. <a href="http://rimfrost.deviantart.com/">[link]</a> . I think my main problem is that I just don't have time. I should just quit working and go to art school like my cousin Sam. Crap!!! One of my managers wants me to see him before I leave oh Noes shit shit quick here's a song that describes my life and can't stop listening to it!!!!!<br />
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I.. I always thought that I knew<br />
I'd always have the right to<br />
be living in the kingdom of the good and true and so on<br />
But now I think I was wrong<br />
and you were laughing along<br />
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on...<br />
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My side,<br />
Is it any wonder I'm tired?<br />
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?<br />
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?<br />
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Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand,<br />
It's hard to know where I am,<br />
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.<br />
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm<br />
stranded in the wrong time<br />
where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a soundbite<br />
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Is it any wonder I'm tired?<br />
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?<br />
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?<br />
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,<br />
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?<br />
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?<br />
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Nothing left inside this old cathedral,<br />
just the sad, lonely spires,<br />
How do you make it right?<br />
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Oh, but you try,<br />
Is it any wonder I'm tired?<br />
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?<br />
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?<br />
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,<br />
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?<br />
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>giving in to the majority</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 15:17:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Bi-polar nate Side-A<br />
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I drove another friend away. I'm getting pretty good at that. Doesn't matter much now. I'm giving up and giving in. I'm going to see a therapist  hopefully this week. They've told me there's no real hope that I'm ever going to be normal. It's not like looking normal was going to fix me anyway. I like life. I love people. I don't want die but, I can't deal with this by myself. It's not crying or hurting myself. I'm just fucking shaking apart all the time. I'm so afraid and I hate being alive. People try to talk to me and I can't even make normal conversation. It's so fucked up. I don't need my problems explained to me. I get it. I think I just need someone to talk to. Just listen. A friend of mine told me the other day he couldn't even relate to my life.  What does that say about me? It's just impossible for me to believe in anything anymore. I hope they give me drugs. God I would give anything just to feel numb. No more me. They can make me someone else. I don't care anymore.<br />
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Bi-polar nate Side-B<br />
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had this funny experience with Sean the other day. He said I should make it a comic strip. I'm really into it. I've already done the storyboard. It's gonna be 10 Panels but, I think I can do it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I need to just stop waking up</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 04:18:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I went to the new physical therapist today. She seemed to prefer putting me in pain if it meant some sort of progress. It sounds harsh but, I appreciated a more realistic perspective on this issue. She told me things I didn't particularly want to hear. Becuase my damage is neurological no one really knows how to fix me. If I try to do surgery I could lose my hand. Repairing the damage maybe entirely up to me. I have to tell my body what I want it to do. You can't even begin to realize how intune you have to be with your body to try something like this. It's like trying to make your heart beat 3 beats then 1 then 4 then 3 as per your instructions. The hardest part is trying to explain to people why I want to do this. No one can understand how much I hate myself for being this way. Most people don't even notice I have cp. I do. When the whole world wants to be different and unique all I want to be is normal. I just want to blend in.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>One of these days...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:05:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One of these days I'm going to admit that there's something wrong with me. Today was one of those perfect examples. I had a really decent time this afternoon. I spent most of the day on a road trip with a friend of mine. We had a good time. I learned new things. I was funnier than usual. I tend to be the class clown. When I'm in a good mood my jokes come naturally and everyone has a great time. All this despite a 5 hour drive. May even be co-running a gaming cafe. The minute they dropped me off at my car I felt alone, I hated myself, I couldn't stand the thought of going home, I just wanted to run my car off the express way. Why do I feel this way? Why do I keep doing this to myself? I found out recently my emotion issues maybe be the result of brain damage related to my cp. People have the nerve to ask me why I dont have any faith. The person I usually talk to about these things wasn't online today so hopefully just keeping this journal will make me feel better.<br />
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I find myself asking the same question almost everyday now.<br />
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If I feel so worthless and alone why would I keep pushing all my friends away?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>uuuuuugh</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 09:21:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ just got home. didn't wanna go home. worked all night moving lab equipment for a friend. tired. mmm chai tea. back hurts. foot hurts. didn't sleep yesterday. can't sleep. too many upper medications. Placated ex-wife. May not try to hurt me now. not sure. listening to dido. depressing. possible promotion. drew another comic will post later. sitting down now. too tired to play counter-strike. agh my back...mmmm Scrubs....uuuuuuuugh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>crappy day</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 02:38:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sort of a crappy day. I got a scanner so I could scan some of my stuff and post it, tweek it, color it, etc. No x64 drivers, had to work around that. My chest hurts from working out yesterday so I was too tired to work out today. Hence no CSS. I watched scrubs(I watch scrubs religiously.) and went to Zen Garden but, Laura wasn't there. Discovered before going to bed that one of my SATA drives might be shot. too tired to deal with it. Got to work and my Ex-wife had emailed me wanting something tax related. ( Funny how you can miss somebody so much and yet look forward to never hearing from them again?) I put up a couple rough sketches I'm gonna work on later. I need to study now so I'm gonna go. I hope you have a nice day.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Weird things about me</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 00:03:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Somebody on the forums started a thread asking what's weird about us. I thought might make a good journal entry so here it goes.<br />
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1. I'm really into horror films and anything involving serial killers or assasins but, I don't fit the profile. Hard to describe. I'm not goth nor am I into the scene or the music in fact I'm pretty normal, clean cut and the sight of blood just freaks me out. I guess I just like scary stuff.<br />
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2. My musical taste is indescribably. At any given moment I could be listening to Everclear, Modest mouse, fallout boy, Nine inch nails, Lisa loeb, Eminem, Jonny Cash, Goodie Mob, Cee-lo Green, Peter Gabriel, U2. That's just trying to stick to music people have heard of.<br />
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3. I workout while playing Counter-strike:Source Which I'm considered to be a Pro at despite the fact that I have Cerebral Palsy.<br />
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4. I'm obessed with Teenage muntant ninja turtles. New movie coming out YAY!<br />
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<a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/teenagemutantninjaturtles/trailer2/">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~piscian18</author>
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                <title>I hate everything, just alittle.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 17:45:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I took off work tonight. Just didn't want to go. My excuse was my half brothers birthday. He's 7. I didn't want to go to that either but, I'd probably go to hell if I didn't. It went ok. I don't know how to act around kids. I don't remember what it was like to be one. I left after he asked me where mandie was. I guess he misses her, my ex-wife. He probed me about why we weren't together. You're 7 kid, you couldn't possibly understand how fucked up people are. Could you? I gave up believing in god when I was his age. Screaming at the stars. Begging for one moment of mercy. I told him she just wasn't fun anymore. That's all I could come up with. I came home to a email from her. No hi how are you, just another question about money.<br />
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I hate everything, just alittle.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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