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                <title>HOME!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:57:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hi guys!!!<br />I hope you all are doing well. I got HUGE news.. Im home after staying with my grandparents in Fort Collins for two months. (Those of you who know my story, please bare with me.) <br /><br />So here is my tragic attempt at getting a job which failed. <br />I had been hired by Jason's Deli for three weeks then they let me go after the first pay period. Im glad to be rid of that place in all honesty. The bosses, the coworkers were all cursing at each other to move out of each others ways to get any where in front of all the costomers.( i think tho that the legal imigrents were the funniest with their increadibly thick accents.)Not one greeting a custemer with a smile. I had begun this whole adventure with being sent home early everyday tho they had promised me half time had only given me what would be considered quarter-time. They claimed that they had too many workers and had to keep their budget down. I knew this was a lie when after supposidly being "trained" by three different people in three days who litterally contradicted eachother and expected to learn it in three hours what I was supposed to be doing, instead was doing work I wasn't assigned to do, knowing it wouldn't be done by anyone else, was doing other people's work. Then after my first paycheck they let me go claiming i had "insufficient experiance". Of course with these conditions how could I be expected to "do my part" (only).<br />So, I said to myself, at least you have already gone through the worst it could be for an entry level job.<br /><br />And now for my tragic ending...<br /><br />Now after the Jason's Deli adventure, I filled out 54 applications and had two interviews that were leading to somewhere but were canceled last minute. Despite my proactive efforts, nothing came of it. <br /><br />Presently, I am now back in Durango and moved into the cottage in my back yard and because of the snow storm here am very grateful for my gas firestove. <br /><br />Please gimme your numbers so I can call and visit!!!<br /><br />hugginz and lovinz and best of health to you all!<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <br />-Alleh<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Where did the ages go? -forgot title part in rant</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 22:58:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hi, all thoes of you who actually take the time to hear my rare updates.<br />First of all,<br />how Is everyone?<br />Now getting on with my anxtie note for which will make up for the all the times I havent written recently.<br /><br />If you will excuse me for letting off some serious steam, Ill tell you if you dare or even care to go on, will tell you how im doing nowdayz.<br /><br />HAS ANYONE SEEN THE NEWS LATELY??<br /><br />WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE (US SENATORS)TO DENY PROVEN SCIENCE THAT BEING GAY IS IN THE GENES? INSTEAD THEY SAY THAT YOU CANT BE BORN GAY, ITS TAUGHT TO YOU. THEY ARE TARGETING SPECIFICLY PRE-ADULESANT BOYS SAYING THAT IF YOU WATCH OR LOOK AT PORN YOU WILL TURN GAY. THEY ADMITTED TO DOING THIS SO THAT GUYS (AND SOME OF US GIRLS NOT TO BE LEFT OUT) WILL BE FRIGHTENED THAT IT WILL TURN US GAY RESULTING IN NOT BUYING PLAYBOY MAGAZINES.<br /><br />WHO STARTED THE BELIEF THAT GAY PEOPLE WERE HORRIBLE BECAUSE OF WHAT THEY DO? I BELIEVE ITS CALLED POLITICAL RELIGION.<br />WHO ARE THEY TO SAY THAT MASTERBATION,SEX WITHOUT BIRTH CONTROL AND SEX ITSELF TO BE SIN AND WRONG? (HERE COMES MY HARDCORE FEMINIST BELIEF: A WOMAN SHOULD BE PROUD OF HER BODY AND ITS ABILITIES. IT IS HER BODY SHE IS THE ONLY ONE TO SAY WHAT HER BODY WILL DO. NOT WHAT THE CHIRCH SAYS TO DO (BECAUSE OTHERWISE SHE WILL GO TO HELL)OR WHAT THE GOVERNMENT SAYS SHE SHOULD DO WITH HER BODY. IT IS NOT THEIR PROPERTY.<br />WHO ARE THEY TO QUESTION THE VERY DRIVE IN OUR DNA THAT MAKES MAN BE ON THIS EARTH? ISN'T THAT ONE OF MAN'S PURPOSES TO PROCREATE?<br />HOW CAN SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL BE SO BAD? HOW CAN GAYS BE HORRIBLE PEOPLE? I DONT KNOW OF A TIME WHEN LOVE WASNT LOVE.<br />LOVE IS LOVE.<br />IT DOESNT MATTER WHETHER THEY ARE GAY, LESBIAN, BOTH, OR ANYWHERE IN BETWEEN! IT IS THE INTENTION OF GIVING SOMEONE WE CARE ABOUT THE GIFT OF JOY.<br />SO WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIVING IF YOU CANT HAVE A MOMENT OF JOY AND HAVE TO BE GUILTY AND SORRY THAT YOU ENJOYED IT?  THE VERY POINT IN WHICH PEOPLE ARE UNITED IN ONE, WHERE THEY CAN TOUCH AND SEE THE DIVINE BECAUSE ITS SIN? NO!<br />WHAT HAPPENED TO THE AGES OF OLD SPIRITUALITY WHERE THE PEOPLE WERE MORE OF THE EARTH AND ITS PATTERNS WHERE PEOPLE WERNT HATEFUL, AND HAD MORE FEWMINIST VIEWS WHERE GAYS, LESBIANS AND BISEXUALS WERE HOLY PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY COULD UNDERSTAND WAYS THE UN-GAY PEOPLE COULDNT?<br /><br />Have they ever seen gays? they are called gay because they are HAPPY with who they are and not because they are incomplete beings or have something mentally wrong. the people who said that happyness is wrong is mentally in the wrong place. That was not what god intended.<br /><br />I am agnostic because I see the patterns made through time of the rises and falls. I am afraid of the religious peoples who litterally said in the documentery i saw last night that they wouldnt mind if there were a nuclear war that would bring about the end of the world as we knew of it because it would bring them to jesus christ a man who is raised from the dead centries ago will come and save them. let me repeat that so you know you have it strait. IF rallied, they would not mind if there were a nuclear war (some would be crazy enough to start it)so they could see the comming of Jesus. If they did manage to create the end of the world, how would they have another comming of jesus in the first place if all were dead, and he had no living deciples or followers to come to and help?<br /><br />And excuse me but a talking snake? and someone please explain to me how god could create man without conception if its a sin, and have man created without a woman's womb to create him in if he has to create woman from his rib to concieve him in the first place? its not posible to have a virgin give birth if she has not had sex meaning impregnated by some seed.<br /><br />How can they say that gays are horrible people? would they behave with the same hate and misunderstanding if it were a family member?<br />why should one kind of human being be lower than another because they can show love in a different way than you and have to "come out of the closet" if they are comfortable and should be rightly proud of who they are? it seems they are more shure of themselves than those who dislike them.<br /><br />I feel i have a right to say this because one of my family members who was gay died of AIDS.<br />Have they ever seen what briliant song writer/playwrite Cole Porter was..De Lovely..a story of his life as an openly gay man who married a woman madly in love with him to make her happy (and sort of rid of her in a way) she promices herself not to interfere with his lovelife even tho she does as she becomes jelouse of the men he is with.<br /><br />Or the movie Harvy Milk?<br /><br />Anyway, thank you for reading all the way down through that.<br />I know you must be sighing with releaf that its the end finally.<br /><br />Now to the part on how im doing...:<br /><br />Only a few hand full of you may know that I hav... ]]></description>
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                <title>update from a graduate</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 10:31:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello all~<br /><br />I hope all is well. Man it is still hard to believe that high school is all over. Truthfully, im afraid and yet excited to be on my own soon. <br /><br />I know I havent said much here, but its hard to express what is felt into words.<br /><br />So ill conclude this strange entry, with my best wishes to my fellow graduates, and a hug for you all. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br /><br />-Alleh<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>um.. update, its been way too long</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 23:04:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hi all,<br />It's been forever since i have done any journals. Those who watch me closely enough, Know I have posted my poems up. I hope you will enjoy them.<br /><br />No new newz except:<br />I cant believe it already, next week is the week before winterbreak. AMAZING.<br /><br />Much love to you all,<br />alleh<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a repost/update on a story i actually finished</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:11:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hi all~<br />Hey if you dont want to read my story thats fine cuz its long,but i would apreciate feed back on it.<br />Fake Friends Repost<br />Taken from <a href="http://dragonis666.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/r/dragonis666.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":icondragonis666:" title="dragonis666"/></a><br /><br />No offense, but ... People are getting too fake on me . They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually repost this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and repost in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are... Repost this if you are a friend...Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Friends'<br /><br />True friends will read and repost this. Fake friends will just ignore it.<br /><br />this is for you darkotter <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> thats why I posted it. ^^ <br /><br />now for you peoplez who are awesome.. my story.<br /><br />Chap. 1<br /><br />	There they were, stuck on his body forever.  The boy of eighteen sat hard on the white sand beach to look at them. His new scars shone bone white on his dark skin like the moon upon the water that lay before him.<br />	He cried to himself as the rhythm of the waves kept time with his thoughts. Soon he fell asleep in the soft sand to the tide's rocking. He woke with a start realizing he wasn't on his own bed. The morning sun just peaked over the horizon making the water blood red, reminding him of what had happened. The boy wondered if it all was real, but the scars on his body stuck there like souvenirs proving that indeed it had happened.<br />Chap. 2<br />	It had begun on a beautiful and cloudless late afternoon. The boy's family went on the water in their boat. His elder sister Jennavieve Gail, (ÂGaleÂ for short,) his father Forrest, and mother Shinji, Japanese for sea pearl. They were the treasures closest to his heart.<br />	After hanging out on the boat for a few hours, he asked his mother if he could go swim with the fishes, as he had done so for so many years.<br />		ÂYes, Dante, but you must be careful.  It is time you learn that your own current of thinking in everyone else's sea of thought can help you avoid being pulled in a direction you don't want to go.  Learn to avoid letting mistakes pull you in repeatedly, over and over again like an undertow.Â the sea woman replied.<br />	ÂRemember always,Â said his father, a man who loved the wilderness, ÂThat the way of nature is the way of prey and predators. We too, are part of the web and food chain though often we forget.Â<br />	ÂYou will know what you have, and what you need to sustain your self if you let your surroundings tell you what is needed,Â his wind-loving sister added, Âuse this in what ever life throws at you.Â <br /><br />	Dante nodded and smiled at them in understanding. The boy hugged his beloved family, reaffirming the closeness they had always felt, and with that love, he took a deep breath and dove into the blue-gray.  He explored the drop off some way away from the reef and played with a pod of  porpoises, only coming up for air when he needed to do so.  <br />	Clouds began to dot the sky, as a brisk wind blew up.  Thunderheads formed over the evening sun, as Dante came up for air once again.   ÂYou will know what you need to sustain your self,  let your surroundings tell you what is needed,Â Gale's advice reminded him.  He got a sudden mouth full of saltwater. Sputtering, he looked around noticing the choppy water was getting worse.  A storm!  Dante panicked looking desperately for his family's boat.  But to no avail.  And, why were these other boats on the water?  And then he remembered.  <br />	He tried to swim away from them, the water only pushing them closer. <br />	ÂI don't have control over myself.  I have no current,Â he thought to himself.  ÂI must find my current so that I won't make a mistake again and again.<br /> 	The boats tossed from side to side as Dante watched the young men on board.  He wondered at them, the waves heaving them hard as they carried on the terrible old tradition of hunting, their coming-of-age ceremony.  If there were two things Dante didn't like, it was stupid boys ignoring their common sense, trying to prove they were men, and the murder of his sea friends, the porpoises, dolphins and whales.  He couldn't help but wonder why these boys too, were in the web.<br />	Blam! The air was knocked out of him.  He found himself gasping, still trying to recover from colliding into the side of one of the tuna clippers.  He had been slammed with two other porpoises that also hadn't been able to resist the impact.  Dante watched numbly as a harpoon narrowly missed his body but m... ]]></description>
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                <title>XD ?'s</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 18:40:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey guys I know I totally haven't been keeping up on my journal.. so here is another random one.<br />I read questions darkotter has put up because of a tagging. <br />I find the questions interesting because it was kind of like in psycology when we had "The battle of the sexes"<br />Guys are really much easier to associate with!<br /><br />YOUR BOY SIDE:<br />[x] you love to go barefoot<br />[x] you love hoodies<br />[x] you love jeans/pants<br />[x] dogs are better than cats(dogs you can ruffhouse with em&#039<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />[x] its hilarious when people get hurt(sometimes - depends on how they hurt themselves) trust me I hurt myself alot so I think its kinda funnie)<br />[x] you've played with/against boys on a team<br />[x] sometimes shopping is torture<br />[ ] sad movies suck<br />[ ] you own an XBOX<br />[x] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid.<br />[ ] at some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter<br />[ ] you own/owned a DS, PS2, or Sega<br />[ ] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers<br />[ ] sometimes you watch sports on TV<br />[x] gorey movies are cool<br />[x] you go to your dad for advice<br />[ ] you own like a trillion baseball hats<br />[ ] you used to/do collect football collector cards<br />[ ] baggy sweatpants are cool to wear<br />[ ] its kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people<br />[x] green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors<br />[x] you love to go crazy and not care what other people think(sometimes.. I moastly save that for parties)<br />[x] sports are fun(martal arts is a sport)<br />[x] sometimes you talk with food in your mouth<br />[x] sometimes you sleep at night with your socks on<br />[x] you have fished at least once<br />[x] you hate dolls (my grandparents used to send me barbie dolls for my birthday and for christmas every year. i tore off the heads of all of them.{it was the only thing as a little kid i could break off of it} <br />TOTAL = 17 one for every year XD<br /><br />YOUR GIRL SIDE:<br />[ ] you love to shop<br />[x] you wear eyeliner(sometimes)<br />[x] sometimes you go to your mom for advice<br />[ ] you consider cheer leading a sport<br />[ ] you hate wearing the color black<br />[ ] you like going to the mall<br />[ ] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures<br />[x] you like wearing jewelry<br />[ ] you cried watching The Notebook<br />[ ] skirts are a big part of your wardrobe<br />[ ] shopping is one of your hobbies<br />[ ] you don't like the movie Star Wars<br />[x] you are/were in gymnastics<br />[ ] it takes you around one hour to shower<br />[ ] you smile a lot more than you should<br />[ ] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes<br />[x] you care about what you look like (depending on who im around)<br />[x] you like wearing dresses (sometimes)<br />[ ] you wear body spray/perfume<br />[ ] you like high heel shoes<br />[ ] you used to play with dolls as a kid<br />[x] you like putting makeup on others (its horribly funnie)<br />[ ] you like being the star of almost everything<br />[ ] pink is one of your favorite colors<br /><br />TOTAL = 7<br /><br /><br />In the battle of the sexes, the girls(the group i was in)whouped the guys butts. funny thing is i knew the answers to two of the questions the girls came up with. -which was in my opinion, moastly trash.<br />1)I knew how many sizes tampons came in.<br />2)I knew how to find the right bra size and test it.<br /><br />i was stuck in nothing but what i call bubble head people. moastly preps (the people who say "oh my god you popped my bubble!)ugh it was terrible. i had to resist from going over to the guys side. they are easier to associate for me anyway.<br /><br />another reason why i hate girls is because they play with the guy's minds. they pic up a guy, then they get all lovey dovey and close, then when they open up, tear out their heart and throw it on the ground in the dust in pieces.<br />this is called "the dating game" to me it spells out a girl's highschool life.<br />No, that is NOT how you treat a guy. they are human too. if they open up to you, that should be something you respect and consider an honor.you dont to that to anyone. it leaves something scared for someone else to pic up the pieces and to put them right in place again.<br /><br />argh sorry guys.. im on one of my frustrating tangents again you didnt have to hear that.<br /><br /><br />so anyways....<br />yeah<br /><br />much love to you guys<br />and thanks for letting me get out my hate-tantrums over what stupid girls do.<br />oh maybe thats why i can hold a relationship for six years with the the love of my life my boyfriend is because i respect him and i have learned and grown with him so long.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br />^^ i should end this now..<br />kay<br />-my happy... ]]></description>
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                <title>bieng taged by ?'s</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 16:10:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you can follow these rules, or ignore 'em ^_^<br />remember, 's your da page.<br /><br />"1. Post these rules<br />2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves<br />3. Tags should write a journal/blog of these facts<br />4. At the end of the post, 8 more persons are tagged and named<br />5. Go to their page and leave a comment, telling them they're tagged and hugged"<br /><br /><br />1) My mind is always replaying memories of spending time with those i love.<br /><br />2)I also am always working on a question tho i usually let it work in the back of my mind and work on it indirectly.<br /><br />3)I love going through my old things and drawings.<br /><br />4)Things i enjoy: thinking, people watching, drawing, reading, thinking philosophicly, ect.<br /><br />5)Something i always live by: Being wierd makes your life interesting!<br /><br />6)Apart from getting almost all my inspiration from my boyfriend, I collect pictures and ideas.<br /><br />7)I have never met someone with my same name in RL<br /><br />8)Have you noticed that negitivity seems to be the default emotion? or have you thought about how if god is omnipotent, wholly good, and how there can be evil in the world? maybe they dont all cancel each other out? maybe for god to be wholly good, he needed something to show   what good was by putting evil in the world for us to learn by and to fulfill his intentions.<br /><br />9) Most of the drawings i create i hate. And i can't put 'em on DA because i have no way of doing so.<br /><br />10) DA is my myspace!<br /><br />11) For me it is alot harder to draw males than female.<br /><br />12) I have been in a relationship for six years now and dont plan on stopping either! <3 <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>kad's tag thingie</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 22:25:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Info<br />[ ] I am shorter than 5'4.<br />[x] I think I'm ugly.(i only hate parts of me)<br />[x] I have many scars. *glares back at kad*<br />[x] I tan easily.<br />[x] I wish my hair was a different color.(black or at least do something interesting with it)<br />[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.<br />[ ] I have a tattoo.<br />[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.(depending on the people im around)<br />[ ] I have/I've had braces.<br />[x] I wear glasses/contacts.<br />[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.<br />[ ] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.<br />[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.<br />[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.<br />[x] I have freckles.(small and faint)<br /><br />Family/Home Life<br />[x] I've sworn at my parents. (under my breath)<br />[ ] I've run away from home.<br />[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.<br />[ ] My biological parents are together.<br />[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.<br />[x] I want to have kids someday.<br />[ ] I've had children.<br />[ ] I've lost a child.<br /><br />School/Work<br />[x] I'm in school<br />[ ] I have a job<br />[ ] I've fallen asleep at work/school (almost every day)<br />[ ] I almost always do my homework.<br />[x] I've missed a week or more of school.<br />[x] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years<br />[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year<br />[ ] I've stolen something from my job<br />[ ] I've been fired<br /><br />Embarrassment<br />[x] I've slipped out an "lol" in a spoken conversation. (i detest the use of lol)<br />[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.<br />[ ] I've peed from laughing.<br />[x] I've snorted while laughing.<br />[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.<br />[x] I've glued my hand to something. (fuck-yah <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> - A bowl i had broken earlier)<br />[] I've had my pants rip in public. <br /><br />Health<br />[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment<br />[ ] I've gotten stitches/staples<br />[x] I've broken a bone.<br />[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.<br />[x] I've sat in a doctorÂs office/emergency room with a friend.(3 times last summer)<br />[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.<br />[x] I had a serious surgery.<br />[] I've had chicken pox.<br /><br />Traveling<br />[x] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.<br />[x] I've been on a plane.<br />[x] I've been to Canada.<br />[x] I've been to Mexico.<br />[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.<br />[ ] I've been to Japan.<br />[ ] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.<br />[x] I've been to Europe.<br />[ ] I've been to Africa.<br /><br /><br />Experiences<br />[x] I've gotten lost in my city.<br />[x] I've seen a shooting star.<br />[x] I've wished on a shooting star<br />[x] I've seen a meteor shower.<br />[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.<br />[] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.<br />[] I've kicked a guy where it hurts. (the face?)<br />[x] I've been to a casino.<br />[ ] I've been skydiving.<br />[x] I've gone skinny dipping.<br />[x] I've played spin the bottle. (was in elementry and was clean)<br />[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. (no one can - you would die. drink that much in that time, would make you die from your the part of your blood that carry oxigen, swell. dead honest.)<br />[x] I've crashed a car.<br />[x] I've been Skiing.<br />[x] I've been in a play.<br />[ ] I've met someone in person from myspace. (DA is my myspace Hell yeah!)<br />[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.<br />[ ] I've seen the Northern lights.<br />[x] I've sat on a roof top at night. <br />[x] I've played chicken.<br />[x] I've played a prank on someone.<br />[ ] I've ridden in a taxi. (does the trolley count?)<br />[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.<br />[x] I've eaten sushi.<br />[ ] I've been snowboarding.<br /><br />Relationships<br />[ ] I'm single.<br />[x] I'm in a relationship.<br />[?] I'm engaged. (*blows kiss to my love*)<br />[ ] I'm married.<br />[ ] I've gone on a blind date.<br />[ ] I've been the dumped more than the dumper.<br />[x] I miss someone right now.<br />[x] I have a fear of abandonment.<br />[ ] I've gotten divorced.<br />[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.<br />[ ] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.<br />[ ] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.<br />[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.<br /><br />Sexuality<br />[ ] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.<br />[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher.<br />[x] I am a cuddler.<br />[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.<br />[x] I've hugged a stranger. *multiple<br />[ ] I have kissed a stranger.<br /><br />Honesty/Crime<br />[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.<br />[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.<br />[x] I've snuck out of... ]]></description>
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                <title>My epitaph</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 18:28:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey all ! <3<br /><br />I thought i might add this to my journal since its a new creation from english class<br /> we are reading wierd, gost, and suposidly scary stories. We were also told to make epitaphs (tho i added a title even tho i dont think they are suposed to have one)     so here is mine:<br /><br />My epitaph<br /><br />My Soul, My spirit, My love<br /><br />Here in the sweet earth, may my body lie,<br />a vessel no more of a spirit high<br />my soul released emanates<br />to help the hearts rejuvenate<br />I give my love to those who weep<br />stayed memories forever may you keep<br /><br /><br />All my love to all of you and your loving awesome hearts!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>my up date</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 20:06:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey all-<br /><br />I just wanted to say thankyou to all who read my journals it makes me happy <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br /><br />Now on the grade front..<br />^^ its even improved for the better - all A's  first time ever on da DHS reportcard !!!<br /><br />-----------------------------so for the cool stuf...-------------------------------------------<br /><br />Hope you enjoy it!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=He7Ge7Sogrk">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>?!? </title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 18:19:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey all-<br /><br />OMFG!!!!!!<br />K. Totally psyked out right now!<br />So I have gotten really good grades in my worst subjects! An A in Math (the absolute worst) and a B in Thematic Chemistry!<br /><br /><br />Alright got that ouda da way. <br /><br />So how is every one?<br />Read any good books lately?<br /><br />O, BTW Nicole, Thanks again for lending me the awesome manga!<br /><br />Happy St. Patrick's Day *pinches those not wearing green*<br />*pokes kad in ribs in revenge of that day on the bus for getting helpless me off gard*  =.= ><  and dont tell me you forgot!<br /><br />I love you guys!^^<br />-alleh<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Totally cute</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:17:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey guys,<br /><br />I saw this video and thought this was cute. It is of a little girl mimicing a movie or something but gosh!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mjJluRsTZk&feature=related">[link]</a><br /><br />hugs,<br />alleh<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a story i wrote for english and i need help with a</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 12:21:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It was a normal Thursday morning before school.  I slid into my usual routine of letting my body move on its own while my mind blipped into a trance-like state of asking myself questions, some small, some big, some too big to answer.  I walked down the street and onto the campus lawn.  As I sat down on the big stone steps in front of the school, a few lingering questions were on my mind.  Why do people act the way they do?  Why are they so oblivious to the world around them, more interested in small talk than finding the Truth?  Why do they loose that strong sense of wonder that delighted us as children?<br />	BRRINGG!  The school bell startled me from my zoning-out.  Numbly I looked out at the dull-eyed clicks of people below, chatting in endless small-talk.  I was startled to notice two girls in a particularly intense conversation.  One listened wide-eyed as if she had been shown a new point of view by her companion, a long-haired girl with green eyes.  There was something special about this girl that made her friend listen that way. <br />	Still dazed from the rude awakening, I made my way through the clotted hallway and to my desk, my body subconsciously moving like my mind's puppet. Taking notes was easy but I wasn't comprehending what I was writing. I knew that I should be focusing on my schoolwork. But the questions still nagged at me. What was the green-eyed girl talking about that was so intriguing?  In order to be able to focus on my schoolwork, I needed to get this answered.  That much was clear.<br />	BRRINGG! Class was over and it was time for our closed-campus lunch.  As I strode out the doors and down the steps, out of nowhere a car pulled up to the curb where the green-eyed girl was waiting.  She got in and it sped away.  This was unheard of at our school.  No one would dare break the rules so blatantly.  Why wasn't anyone blowing the whistle?  Amazing - even the teachers on duty were completely taken up in their own small-talk, eyes languid and lack-luster.  Why hadn't anyone else noticed the car? Was I the only one that could see it?  Would it come back?  Would I see it tomorrow, too?<br />	I was finishing my lunch on the steps when I saw the car return.  The green-eyed girl got out and ran up the steps, just as the bell rang to start classes.  She glanced back at me as she stepped inside.<br />	The next day at lunch I waited at the curb to see if the the car would come.  Sure enough, the girl came too, and we smiled at each other, eyes glistening.  Two minutes later, the car pulled up.  She got in and sped away as before. Where was it that she went every day?  I had to find out. <br />	On the third day I waited on the curb as before.  She came out and stood with me.  I blurted out, ÂWhere do you go everyday?Â  But in answer, she only put her finger to her lips as if to say, Ânot a wordÂ and opened the car door for me to join her.<br />	We started down the tree-lined street.  After about a block I noticed that the trees outside looked blurry.  Then our surroundings fell completely away and we were floating in some sort of tunnel.  I recalled I had read something once about worm holes in space.  They warp you through time and place.  The tunnel was looking purple now, or maybe a mix of purple and green.  I couldn't be sure that I was seeing strait.  The car was beginning to change shape, and the engine sound was different.  I could hear wooden wheels on cobblestone and the galloping of hooves.<br />	I blinked to clear my vision and looked again to see the Athenian temple in Greece... I recognized it from my history text.  Only it wasn't in ruins.  The chariot deposited us in a busy, noisy market place down the hill from the temple, and disappeared.  But just as the people at school had been oblivious to the car, no one seemed to notice the odd behavior of the chariot.<br />	To thank the green-eyed girl for including me on this adventure, I bought us some bread and olive oil, and a jug of fresh spring water.  We enjoyed this lunch, walking together through the buyers and sellers.<br />	Then I heard it.  A man's voice, excited and strong, carried over the market crowd.  ÂHe is wise who knows he knows not!Â  <br />	The green-eyed girl ran into the crowd toward him.  I barely managed to catchup to her just as the man smiled and took her by the hand, leading her to the great white steps of a stone building where she disappeared inside.  I felt exhilarated and exhausted at the same time.  I leaned on a column to catch my breath, wondering what could possibly happen next.<br />	The man took his place among a group of men seated on the steps.  ÂHe is wise who knows he knows not!Â repeated the man. <br />	ÂWhat do you mean, Socrates,Â asked another. <br />	ÂIt means you are fat-headed,Â answered another, poking him in the ribs.   The others laughed.<br />	ÂHe's got a point there,Â another stated. <br />	ÂYeah.  You can't find a laurel wreath to fit his head!Â <br />	ÂNo, I don't... ]]></description>
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                <title>taged</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 17:47:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1. I write about things i feel intensely about so like my poems and philosophy<br />2. I day dream a lot -- actually everyperson daydreams every eight seconds<br />3. I am agnostic /like a good argument<br />4. i have crazy emotions/hair<br />5. I randomly start laughing at the pictures in my head<br />6. I am addicted to my boyfriend, chocholate, blood, the matrix/quoting movies, reading<br />7. I have been given too much morphine by the people in the ambulance when i broke my leg so i hullusinated<br />8. depending on what the sound effects are, i like them<br />9. my eye starts twiching when i get frustrated<br />10. In tag i like being "it" more than being chased<br /><br />so... TAG!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a special night</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 15:29:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just cant help but write this! <br />
Friday night was amazing. words cant begin to explain. tho my poem gives a pretty good picture.<br />
I know those of you who read my journals have already read my poem. But i put it up again since it it shows how i feel right now.<br />
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I love you,<br />
I need you to set me free.<br />
<br />
<br />
I am afraid are you?<br />
I stumble, you let me fall into your arms,<br />
I hand you the key,<br />
I get lost in my cage of confusion.<br />
<br />
<br />
The doors are wide open and you fling the key away.<br />
You walk in to find,<br />
I am submerged in layers,<br />
Half-contious laying on my side,<br />
You gently turn me on my back.<br />
You stroke me your hands like feathers,<br />
Make the stone layers crumble away.<br />
<br />
<br />
So that all that's left is the last layer that traps me.<br />
My clothing covered with wet clay,<br />
That you peel away,<br />
revealing my pathway out.<br />
<br />
You kiss me and out spills my soul<br />
Opening the floodgates.<br />
My feelings awaken as my heart gives a small cry<br />
The passion consumes me,<br />
All goes dark and as the passion flows<br />
Between us breaking the cage.<br />
<br />
<br />
Through your fear you whisper to me "I love you."<br />
The only things I could say were<br />
"I love YOU, you set me free.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Questions</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 21:04:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ just lots of random questions quotes and stuff i thought i should get down.<br />
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what is purpose and why does it apply to everyting?<br />
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why do we have to assume in order to think and to reason?<br />
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Apriori= the first cause. truth preceeds existance or ideals preceeds the manefestation. essence preceeds the manefestation.<br />
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Aposteriori=existance preceeds exstionalism or essence.<br />
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How do we as humans all create a "reality" (the same reality) and yet its not real?<br />
you could answer that our eyes deceve us but that doesnt answer why all our minds work on different wavelengths but share a certain portion such as "reality" that we can all "see"?<br />
<br />
Is what we define as "real" only electrical signals interprited by our brains?<br />
<br />
We have already made the choice. Now we have to understand why we made that choice.<br />
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why do some people focus on aspects of god (polytheism) and others the direct object(monothism)?<br />
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Everything is made of phases, changes, and cycles.<br />
<br />
why are we humans afraid of change and yet it is the only stable thing?<br />
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How do we believe?<br />
<br />
Why do we like or dislike change?<br />
<br />
why do we need change in order to grow?<br />
<br />
When the Oracle in the Matrix tells Neo he is the One, why doesnt he believe her at first?<br />
<br />
we cant see beyond the choices we dont understand<br />
<br />
How can you look at the world wo/ time?<br />
<br />
for oracles, and magic, why can they see the world wo/ time and we cant?<br />
<br />
why arnt we ready to see the world wo/ time?<br />
<br />
when will we?<br />
<br />
what is the highest level of contiousness?<br />
<br />
How do we achieve that level?<br />
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Is there a limit?<br />
<br />
what would happen if we got all the differnt parts of all the differnt animals that make us differnt and survive?<br />
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would it highten the contiousness?<br />
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If we cant reach the edge of our own universe, how  do we know that there are universes like galixies?<br />
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why did the big bang ocur and make the universe?<br />
<br />
will it go out of existance as fast as it came into being?<br />
<br />
why is there change anyway?<br />
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If celestial beings or god/s are just energy then why do people believe they are more than just that?<br />
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Does god exist or are we just lonely and we created something to contribute energy to?<br />
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why do we study eachother for NORMAL reactions?<br />
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why do we question and debate?<br />
<br />
why did life come about?<br />
<br />
how if not through evolution?<br />
<br />
why do we believe different things about how the earth was created?<br />
<br />
why are we stubbern with our beliefs?<br />
<br />
why do we deny things?<br />
<br />
why is there the emotion of jelousy?<br />
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If the answer is not 42, then what's the meaning of life, the universe and everything?<br />
<br />
why do we get paranoid?<br />
<br />
what if we ARE living inside a matrix,dreamworld or fake world like the trueman show and are being watched and are unawair of it?<br />
<br />
how would we free our minds, escape, or get out or wake up?<br />
<br />
why is my reaction to this question to get paranoid ?<br />
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Why do we try to better our contiousnes?<br />
<br />
In order to achieve the right answer, WHY do we have to pay atention to: WHAT we are asking, WHY we are asking it, and to whom we are asking it?<br />
<br />
why do we ask questions?<br />
to get an answer,but to what? (circular reasoning)<br />
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if you could sleep for any given amount of time and dream of couse,what would you learn from the outside world?<br />
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If there is a "strip" or "band" of brain waves that everyone can tap into, eventhough different people function on different wavelengths,(and some on the same) then why cant we touch each others minds or talk telepathicly?<br />
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why do alot of people believe that those who DO achieve "oneness" or can read minds or have bettered their contiousness very well are fake or a sham?<br />
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why are some spiritual teachers fake and how do they get themselves to to think they are good enough to teach others?<br />
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how will we survive the worlds end? will we? or will it be a new age of understanding?<br />
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He who knows he knows nothing knows more than moast.<br />
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will our planet become a gas ball like jupiter with the way that gloabal warmings going?<br />
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why do we have negetivity and why is its only function to confuse and disturb?<br />
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Here is what one of the Sufi's teachings say:<br />
The truth is that every person has a certain degree of negitivity within themselves, but it is by no means on a 50 50 scale chance it may be 3,5 or even 7%. But that negitive persentage is constantly negitive because its only purpose is to confuse, disturb; so that if you give it any greater importan... ]]></description>
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                <title>philosophy</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 20:42:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ho! this utilitarinism/consiquentialism stuff is kinda hard to wrap my mind around.<br />
I think i have to read more kant. i still dont know where i stand or how i feel on this.<br />
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I enjoy philosophy though it's frustrating sometimes.<br />
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any comments?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a color poem</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 15:04:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this is one of my better pieces. It's called Green<br />
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Green is emotion happy and sad by streams of water green as glass<br />
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Green is fantasy faeries on grass<br />
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Green is like the kermit frog i had<br />
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Green is light<br />
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Green is a damp and mossy mass<br />
Green is a lush and heavy mass<br />
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Green is envy and mad<br />
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Green is relief from a stressfull class <br />
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Green is a nice and pretty lass<br />
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Green is action good and bad <br />
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Green is time in tarnished brass<br />
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Green is creation<br />
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Green is emotion happy and sad by streams of water green as glass<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a love poem</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 14:47:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It just came to me so I had to write it down.<br />
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<br />
I love you,<br />
I need you to set me free.<br />
<br />
<br />
I am afraid are you?<br />
I stumble, you let me fall into your arms,<br />
I hand you the key,<br />
I get lost in my cage of confusion.<br />
<br />
<br />
The doors are wide open and you fling the key away.<br />
You walk in to find,<br />
I am submerged in layers,<br />
Half-contious laying on my side,<br />
You gently turn me on my back.<br />
You stroke me your hands like feathers,<br />
Make the stone layers crumble away.<br />
<br />
<br />
So that all that's left is the last layer that traps me.<br />
My clothing covered with wet clay, <br />
That you peel away, <br />
revealing my pathway out. <br />
<br />
You kiss me and out spills my soul<br />
Opening the floodgates.<br />
My feelings awaken as my heart gives a small cry<br />
The passion consumes me,<br />
All goes dark and as the passion flows <br />
Between us breaking the cage.<br />
<br />
<br />
Through your fear you whisper to me "I love you."<br />
The only things I could say were<br />
"I love YOU, you set me free.<br />
<br />
<br />
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I dedicate this to my love Dakotah<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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