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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 21:44:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm in a rut.  I just so feel so small these days.  I'll try to be literal.  I'm not going to intentionally beat around the bush, as it does no good for me to continue masking things.  I'm doubtful anyone will read this, and that's partially why I'm posting it here rather than elsewhere.   But, moving on.<br />
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Nothing is how I really want it to be.  I live so much in my head that real life constantly disappoints me.  I always am daydreaming about how it will be in the future, how great it will be, how my life will come together once something happens.  But I'm always waiting for something to happen.  If it's not one thing, it's another.  <br />
<br />
So I've decided to ante up.  Make decisions and plan out my future accordingly -- but actually DO something about it.  As a result, I've changed my major.  No more English for me, that was a stupid stupid dream with no real future or ideas attached to it.  I'm majoring in Business Administration.  I know it's boring but it's likely something I'll be good at and that will provide me more job opportunities.  First off, though, I'm going to get a certificate to be an Account Clerk.  That way, I'll have the skills necessary to work in an accounting office or similar while I'm still in school.  That way I can hopefully get out of the wild world of shitty retail jobs and possibly make a little more money. <br />
<br />
 I'm also working on a bunch of other things to better myself.  I'm going to get my license, for example.  For God's sake I'm almost twenty years old and I don't have a driver's license.  All my shortcomings, I feel, are due to fear and laziness.  I don't want to be that person anymore.  <br />
<br />
With that said, I'm done.  I could go on about how I'm changing my life, but that would be the same old story over and over again.  I'll try to check back if I actually complete these things.  That would be more meaningful than this slop.  <br />
<br />
For now, I'm hopeful.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>Books.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:47:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I need to read more.  I just sold some stuff and made a little bit of money.  As soon as it's routed to my bank account, I'm definitely going to be buying some badass books from Half.com.<br />
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That's all.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>Random thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2006 22:31:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I really really miss creative things that make me happy.  I miss photography.  I miss (crappy) art.  I miss writing.  I miss reading to inspire me.  But for some reason I cannot finish anything I start.<br />
<br />
I realized that I've had this thing for over two years.  And it's extremely lacking and neglected.  I don't know why.<br />
<br />
I've changed so much over the two years I've had this thing.  It's like I can pinpoint certain emotions of the stage I was going through in my very few deviations.  It's weird.<br />
<br />
I think I may be in another changing stage at the moment.  I don't know.  <br />
<br />
Fuck people.  <br />
<br />
These days I'm determined to better my self-esteem.  At LEAST in regards to how I look.  I just have to remember that my name means beautiful in Spanish and that must mean something.  That was lame.  I don't know.  Fuck I don't knows.  Dammit.<br />
<br />
Frustrated.<br />
<br />
Done. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>It's just that it's delicate.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2005 20:43:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sometimes (especially as of late), I think, "What if I died tomorrow and I didn't get the chance to tell (insert any important person in my life) how much they truly mean to me?"<br />
<br />
Especially as it pertains to one person in my life right now.<br />
<br />
I know what I want to say it just won't come out.<br />
<br />
Ugh. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>Boo hoo.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 22:48:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I sat on my own chewed-up nasty gum.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>I bet you never expected it.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2004 14:23:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I'm back.  If you can call this a  comeback?  I posted two new deviations.   I've gotten back into the habit of  playing with Paint Shop Pro lately.   So, with any luck, you'll be seeing  more new stuff from me.<br />
<br />
My life has been pretty damn boring.   Perhaps a return to deviantART is an  even better idea than I had thought.   At least it will be something to ease  the boredom.  I like how I only have  two friends who actually attempt to  spend time with me.  But that's another  story.<br />
<br />
Anyway.  The Postal Service is cooler  than you. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>This place is a prison.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 16:32:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I haven't updated in a long time now.   I'm too lazy to try. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>[Insert clever title here]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2004 21:58:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes.  I'm updating.  There's nothing  you can do about it, I'm a woman on a  mission.<br />
<br />
Life has been treating me fairly, I  suppose.  There are ups and downs but  all around it's been nice.  I've  rediscovered my love of the outdoors.   I love hiking (not hardcore hiking  though, because I'm mosdef out of  shape) & taking walks outdoors & seeing  all kinds of animals.  I'm hoping I can  do that more.  Hey, maybe it will  produce some good photographs.  I don't  really have anyone to go with because  everyone's always busy.  Ahh well, I  can take my dog I supppose.  You gotta  love the great outdoors.<br />
<br />
Grr.  I've been trying to watch what I  eat but it's hard.  I swear, the world  is out to make me fatter.  My mom made  homemade pizza tonight and I couldn't  resist.  It was the best  3985409324823098 calories in the world  though.  Random?  Of course. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>Sometimes I just watch the sky.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2004 21:43:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not in the best mood at the moment.   It's probably better that I refrain  from ranting, but then again most  well-written things are written while  the author is suffering some kind of  feeling of melancholy.  At least   that's my opinion.<br />
<br />
I wish I had talent.  The only things  that I consider myself to do fairly  well are photography & some design  stuff.  But then I look at my stuff and  there are people who do those things a  million times better than me.  Then I'm  left with this feeling of incompetence.   I also wish more people liked me.  I  guess I give a bad first impression  because I'm the least likeable person  of my friends.  All my group of friends  have separate groups of friends and I  don't.  Where does that leave me?   Being alone for long spans of time  subjects me to the contemplation of my  life, and I hate it.  But I'm so  wrapped up in my stupid analyzation of  EVERYTHING and my stupid  self-conciousness that I don't think  anyone wants to deal with me anymore.   I guess it's what I deserve.<br />
<br />
I swear I force bad moods upon myself.   I won't allow myself to be happy for  very long without relapsing and falling  back into days that are notsogood.  <br />
<br />
But you could care less.<br />
<br />
I don't think there will be any more  deviations for a little bit because my  digital camera broke and I just got my  Nikon fixed two days ago.  Bleh.<br />
<br />
One more thing, I am so sick of seeing  pictures of the sky.  Sure, the sky is  beautiful and always varying.  There  are some very beautiful pictures of the  sky, but it's SO old and played out.   It reaks of cliche (I'm too lazy to do  the little line over the 'e', fuckoff.)<br />
<br />
That is all. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>Gobstoppers with long-lasting flavor MY ASS.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2004 16:39:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I broke my dad's Nikon.  Well I  wouldn't necessarily say I <i>broke</i> it,  but I can't use it anymore.  Why, you  ask?  Because one of the tiny screws  that held the bottom piece of metal  came out.  I don't know how, it just  did.  My dad insists that it will be  extremely expensive to fix, so he  refuses to go and get it fixed.   Stubborn poo.  He should be home any  minute now, possibly with a cheap  replacement camera.   As of right now,  I'm cameraless (besides my cheap  digital camera) and sad.<br />
<br />
Where is Richard?  When I finally have  a picture for him to make a vector out  of, he doesn't come online.  The world  is out to get me.<br />
<br />
New ID thinger (I look 12). ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>Round and round she goes.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Feb 2004 22:47:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm beginning to really like  deviantART.  I added borders to all my  photos and got got rid of some of the  minor impercections (like white  scratchy-looking things from my  scanner) and re-uploaded them.   Mmhmm.<br />
<br />
Hopefully I'll add more stuff within a  few days. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>I unfold.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Feb 2004 03:31:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I really need to get my digital camera  software working so I can start to do  digital photography.  Random thought?   Yes.<br />
<br />
I'm so lonely <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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                <title>I'm a little confused.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2004 23:05:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This deviantART thing is kindof  confusing.  I was going to add some  prints I made for my photography class  tonight but my scanner won't tolerate  that.  I'll try again later. ]]></description>
                <author>~runlindarun</author>
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