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                <title>Every streetlight reveals a picture.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2007 10:17:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I started off 2007 with a hot fudge sundae for breakfast.....I'm not sure what that indicates for the rest of my year, but I'm hoping it's just as irrational and delicious as that ice cream.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Wise up.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 20:28:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Is it just me, or does anyone else feel sorry for all of those 2006 calenders that didn't get purchased? And they will surely be sent for destruction at the end of the month.....I've already rescused 3, and I still have no idea what day of the week it is most times.  I'll never understand this love of inanimate objects.  Bob Barker should really add that onto his daily nutering announcement.....everyone listens to what that man has to say. ]]></description>
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                <title>Out with a bang.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 19:50:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I suppose I can say the holidays are officially over for me.  It was a whirlwind of travelling, visiting, celebrating and not enough sleeping.  I do enjoy going back home to Cape Breton for a few days anyways.....a place where the tea is always on, people bring their own slippers to wear when they go visiting, and everyone has to ask who your father is and what he does for a living.  It's almost like going back in time, in a way.<br />
<br />
Not too much new and exciting to report.  Trying to start putting some pieces together, but work overwhelms my artistic life.  I'm still hoping the barter system is going to make a comeback.  This whole working for money to pay for things is so passe. ]]></description>
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                <title>Woof.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 15:46:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Is it just me, or are dogs the final nail in 'the coffin of a relationship'? ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Roll to me.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2005 07:49:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well my three month reign of terror is over.....the summer of Jessica has ended!  I am now once again, employed.  Here are a few highlights that should go down in maritime history:<br />
<br />
1) Seeing Paul Hogan sitting on the steps of a bed n' breakfast down the street from my apartment.<br />
<br />
2)Ordering a drink that a bartender had never made in the thirteen years he'd been working.<br />
<br />
3)My roadtrip to Weymouth.  Small town fun is the best kind of fun.<br />
<br />
4)Wedding shower treats.<br />
<br />
5)The first ferry ride from Halifax to Dartmouth, after living in the city for 2 years.<br />
<br />
And so many more that I can't recall at the moment.  I should really be writing these things down as they happen. ]]></description>
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                <title>Worst July Ever!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 22:48:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This month is reminding me a lot of those summer days I was trapped in a tiny bungalow with 2/3's of my extended family having to play "Crazy 8's" because the sun just refused to come out, leaving it grey and never above 17 degrees.  It was days like that where you'd wished you knew how to play another card game... ]]></description>
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                <title>You're the icing on the cake on a table at my wake</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2005 23:40:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Piano......it's the new guitar.  Think about it.<br />
<br />
If you're anywheres near Halifax this summer check out a band that goes by the name "The Metric System", that plays every Sunday night at a place called Tribecca, and you'll understand.<br />
<br />
Unemployment has lead to insomnia.  I shall bake many plates of cookies and see many sunrises over the course of the next few weeks.  Life couldn't be finer. ]]></description>
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                <title>Here comes the sun......</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2005 12:43:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ After a very depressing, grey, dreary and wet month of May, the sun has decided to grace Nova Scotia with its presence. The month of May should just be skipped over every year, it never brings those flowers we're promised and it just delays people's ability to break out the 'slip n' slides'.<br />
<br />
I have officially declared it to be patio season here in Halifax, and I couldn't be happier.  Especially since I just recently quit my job and can just hang out on patios whenever I feel like it.  I never quit a job in my life until 2 weeks ago and doing it was utterly liberating, and recommend everyone to do the same.  I'll throw something on the BBQ for the next 10 lucky viewers who do so. ]]></description>
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                <title>Locked in the trunk of a car.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 15:56:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There are some things that some people  shouldn't do.  Some people shouldn't  wear plaid, others shouldn't use the  term, "werd".  I, on the other hand,  shouldn't drive a bike.  Some people  just look like they should own/ride a  bike, and I'm just not one of them.  I  have come to accept this, and look  forward to many long walks to future  destinations. ]]></description>
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                <title>Back in black.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 11:49:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, well not so much "in black", but  definitely back.  Ahh, technology is so  exciting when you're without it for  months on end.  I wish I had some new  stuff to submit, but all I have is bits  and pieces that I have yet to string  together to make some sort of  meaningful sentences.  But I maybe I  can find some inspiration after going  through all 389 deviations I've  accumlated!!!   AHHHHHHHHH................. ]]></description>
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                <title>M.I.A.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2004 19:24:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Gadzooks,<br />
<br />
It's been much too long.  This has  actually been the first time in a  loooooooooooong time that I've had  access to the internet and well 20th  century commodities that I've been  accustomed to having.  Things in  Halifax are going alright.  I'm working  and non-homeless so that's always a  bonus.  But I haven't been able to  explore the city as much as I'd like to  have done because my job takes up too  much evil time.  I did however get down  to see the tall ships that floated  their way into town.  I'm not sure  what's so entoxicating about boats, but  people sure do flock to see them.  They  were pretty cool, but not cool enough  for me to stand around in line ups all  day so I could walk around board.<br />
<br />
I haven't written anything in a while,  and I'm hoping that with the long  weekend, and the massive amounts of  sunshine I'll get something started.  I  also want to get around to viewing all  309 deviations this weekend, while I  have the chance.  So if I send a  comment on a piece you submitted a  decade ago, I apologize now for the  lateness. ]]></description>
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                <title>Zoinks</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2004 12:47:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes, I am alive for anyone who is  wondering.  I've been in the messy  process of moving across the province,  and I swear I shall never pack another  box in my life.  Halifax is a really  great city, I just got home from  exploring and ran into a guy I went to  school with about 4 years ago, he  looked pretty much the same minus some  hair but I could never forget those  eyes.  <br />
<br />
Anyways, I'm all set up here, and in  the process of finding employment,  hopefully something comes up before my  next month's rent is do <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>All in good time.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 13:38:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just some lyrics from the song in the  subject line, by an artist named  Martina Sorbara.  I guess the reference  of spring got me listening to it all  the more often.  <br />
<br />
Just a few more days 'til spring<br />
And I'm crossing my fingers<br />
Let this snow melt into rain<br />
The city is deserted<br />
As if everybody heard<br />
That this town doesn't<br />
Want us 'round today<br />
And I've got that feeling<br />
My life is caving in<br />
I can't help but feel that way<br />
<br />
Don't you tell me that<br />
All in good time<br />
That I'll be just fine.<br />
<br />
I'd feel so much better <br />
If you'd loosen my tether<br />
As I'm tossed about your<br />
Cold white pole<br />
I'd get on the freeway<br />
Keep driving 'til next Tuesday<br />
And put a thousand miles<br />
Between us, or more<br />
But I know that's not possible<br />
All the streets here run in circles<br />
I wouldn't even make it<br />
Out of the core<br />
<br />
So don't you tell me that<br />
All in good time<br />
That I'll be just fine<br />
Don't you try and ease my mind<br />
Don't waste my time<br />
<br />
If I do get through this<br />
I promise you this<br />
Next time around I'll get it right<br />
I'll walk through your ghost town<br />
In nothing but my night-gown<br />
And you can blow with all your might<br />
And I'll face you smiling<br />
Whether dying or surviving<br />
But for now I've just got to try and<br />
Make it though tonight<br />
<br />
Don't you tell me that<br />
All in good time<br />
That I'll be just fine<br />
Don't you try and ease my mind<br />
No, don't waste my time<br />
Don't you tell me that I'll be just  fine<br />
'Cause I know I'm not fine<br />
Don't you ask me to try and be kind<br />
'Cause it's personal this time ]]></description>
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                <title>The Cure for Bad Deeds.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2004 15:58:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright, so maybe I don't have a cure  for bad deeds, but I do have one for  the omnipresent nervous breakdown that  is called university life.....LOUD  MUSIC!  Loud music brings a smile to my  face, and helps me forget about the  massive amount of work I have to  accomplish in the next 3 weeks.  But  this is my final year, and heading into  the workforce almost seems like a  blessing.  And I know once I'm there  I'll be trying to wish myself back to  school life, but I need something to  complain about, because complaints are  what make the world go round, that and  ice cream.  <br />
<br />
Spring is definitely in the air, and by  that I mean the smell of skunks.  They  must be coming out of their winter  hide-a-ways because campus absolutely  reeked the other night.  It's sort of  weird, the place my parents live have  no skunks, and the reason always given  is because it's an island.....but I  always wondered how bears, and deers,  and porupines and all the rest of the  animals got over there, except the  skunks.  It seems very odd that they  never discovered the bridge that  connects the island to the rest of the  mainland.  I think skunks have been  given the benefit of the doubt when it  comes to intelligence, but I've just  blown their cover. ]]></description>
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                <title>The calm before the storm.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2004 10:07:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You could tell something enormous was  on it's way.  The air was still, and  the sky was a funny looking grey.  The  whole town had an eerie feel to it as  soon as I woke up.  And now, we're in  the middle of a huge blizzard.  And  just 2 days before my spring break is  to begin.  I hope I can shovel out of  here and make to Halifax for a much  needed vacation.<br />
<br />
But on a completely different note.  Do  you know what the world needs now?  And  no, it isn't love sweet love.  We need  more anonymous games of x's and o's.   I've been putting up a sheet of paper  starting the game on my room door, and  it's always exciting to come home to  see someone has joined in.  My record  is horrible, with only one win.  But  honestly, how does one improve their x  and o skills?  Either way, it's gotten  me through a stressful week of midterms. ]]></description>
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                <title>Back in the 'Nish.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2004 15:41:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I've been back at university for  about a month now, and I can almost  kick myself for complaining about being  bored during the Christmas break,  because now I'm absolutely drowning in  work.  I guess what makes it even  harder is that it's been absolutely  freezing since we've been back, and  that just makes me want to stay in bed,  curled up underneath the covers.  I  think everyone pretty much feels the  same way; every day, just as the sun is  going down, it's a mad dash for  everyone to get back to their houses  before the night sucks up what heat the  sun gives us during the day.<br />
<br />
I'm taking a Genetics class this term,  which is a complete change of pace from  my regular coures, and I'm finding it a  bit tough because I'm much too  accustomed to the world of political  science.  I just hope I get to start  playing God soon enough <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Wait......stop.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2004 22:25:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's been a while since I've been able  to sit down and post an entry, and even  now I'll have to make it short.  It's  been a busy month, even without school.   But as hectic as the holidays were, it  was a nice break from classes.  I  thought I was about to break down into  a psychotic episode if I had to pass in  one more paper.  But now I'm starting  to get antsy and want to head back.  I  haven't been able to get much down on  paper, but I do have a lot of ideas, so  once I'm back at a desk I'm sure I'll  have something new to submit;it feels  like it's been forever.  <br />
<br />
A question about New Year's Eve.  Why  the heck does everyone order Chinese  food that night?  Noone seems to know  the answer. ]]></description>
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                <title>Quick like a bunny.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2003 19:42:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just have to say that Wintersleep is  my new favorite band.  I got to see  them play last night, and it was *the*  greatest break from studying.  I'm  playing their CD now trying to  recapture the moment, somehow it's not  working.  It must be because I can only  play it at inaudible levels due to the  22 HOURS OF QUIET!!! that was thrust  upon us this weekend.  In conclusion,  exams suck.  That is all.<br />
<br />
Oh yes, here's Wintersleep's website.  <a href="http://www.wintersleep.com"> [link]</a> Check out the mp3's.  If you  don't love them as much as I do, I'll  do your laundry for a month. ]]></description>
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                <title>Tomato sauce saves lives.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2003 07:03:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A good weekend equals feeling like  you've fallen down a flight of stairs,  but knowing you actually haven't.   That's sort of the way I feel right  now.  A few friends came up to visit me  this weekend, and good times were  definitely had by all.  It makes me  wish that more of my friends went to  the same university as me, instead of  only being able to make it up once or  twice a semester, then again, I'd  probably get absolutely no work done.<br />
<br />
There's only 2 weeks left of this term,  and then Christmas break finally  arrives, and I don't think it could get  here any sooner.  I feel like I'm  really running out of steam, but I  still have 3 more papers to do.  It's  too bad I'm not addicted to cocaine or  something, that always seems to perk  people up in the movies.<br />
<br />
I can't stop playing the song, I  Believe(When I Fall in Love) by Stevie  Wonder.  I've said it once, and I'll  say it again, Talking Book is *the*  greatest album ever made. ]]></description>
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                <title>We'll share the shelter of my single bed.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2003 22:05:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I saw a commercial the other day  announcing a Veteran's Day sale at some  chain of department stores in the U.S.   I questioned the morals of the ad  geniuses, and if war heros really  needed 20% off all jewelry.<br />
<br />
We had the first snowfall of the year  the other day.  Fortunately I was in a  different city that didn't have snow  yet this year as it occured.  Winter is  slowly creeping up on me, and I'm not  ready to break out my winter coat yet.<br />
<br />
Question:  If you owned a boat, what  would you name it? ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Introducing Happiness.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2003 19:57:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't think it's possible for anyone  to hate toast.  I came to this  conclusion this morning at breakfast,  while waiting in the enormous line for  the toaster.<br />
<br />
Speaking of bread, how often are people  supposed to talk to their parents while  living away from them?  It seems like  everyone I know around here talks to  their parents nightly.  While I, on the  other hand, haven't spoken to my  parents in almost a month.  I'm feeling  like a bad daughter. ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Let's go back to sleep.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2003 09:14:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Did you ever have one of those  unexpectedly great weekends?  Well this  weekend definitely qualifies as one for  me.  Getting out of Antigonish is on my  top 10 list of things to do more often. ]]></description>
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                <title>Skinned.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2003 10:37:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think the population of greater North  America is at the library today.  It  was impossible to find a place to sit  on any of the 4 floors, so I decided to  head down to the computer lab and to my  suprise there is noone down here.  It's  usually the opposite.  I guess people  are really studying this year.<br />
<br />
I'm trying to catch up on all of the  work I didn't do over the weekend.  I  had the best of intentions to do all of  my Canadian Politics readings before my  group meeting tonight.........but my  studious plans got interupted by pure,  unadulterated drinking binges.  My  stomach is performing some sort of  voodoo magic on me as we speak.<br />
<br />
Halloween is coming and I still haven't  decided on a costume yet.  I'm not what  age you're supposed to stop getting  excited about Halloween, but 24  definitely is not it.  I've yet to have  a disappointing Halloween in my life,  hence it being my favorite holiday.   Much more loved than the disappointing  Christmas and New Year's bit.  <br />
<br />
Well, I guess I put off the inevitable  for too long, so it's off to read about  multinationalism. ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Take me in your hand.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2003 19:40:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It was one of those rainy, autumn days.   The kind that mists your face, blows  golden leaves off trees, and chills you  to the bone.  The extreme fluxuations  in weather the past few days is  starting to get a bit annoying.  I like  to stick with one jacket for a few  months, I'm all about the consistency.   Change is overrated.<br />
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I'm once again procrastinating.  I have  a paper to write on neo-liberalism,  which really is a pretty interesting  topic.  I just don't feel like writing  anything of academic value right now.   Tonight at the library, my mind kept  drifting off, and I'm sure by the end  of the night I'll have more lines of  poetry than of an essay.<br />
<br />
The long weekend is over, and everyone  is back from their voyages home.  I  must say although it was pretty creepy  around here with everyone gone, I miss  the quiet.  Plus, I can no longer drown  out that quietness with my music, due  to my neighbor existing.  Speaking of,  I'm playing some Rheostatics.   Mmmmmmmm, fulfilling. ]]></description>
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                <title>These boys gone through like water.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2003 13:14:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I must say this is the warmest and  sunniest Thanksgiving weekend I can  remember.  Instead of going to the  library to read my articles on Canadian  agricultural policy, I sat out  underneath a tree and took in the  nutrious vitamin D the sun rays had to  offer.  It made all of that reading a  bit more enjoyable.  <br />
<br />
I went for a walk downtown, and upon  arriving back at residence I ran into  this girl, Brooke.  She's a very  interesting person in a way.  She came  up from Boston to go to school here,  and she has this hard, backstreets of  Boston accent, even though she's  clearly from a wealthy American suburb.   And she's always dressed  very.....hip-hopish I guess you would  say, but then she is always carrying  this very cutesy purse.  And to top it  off she smokes these really long,  menthol cigarettes, when some might  expect hand rolled cigarettes.  She's a  real walking contradiction, and I think  it's great. ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Day three of my new life.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2003 13:59:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well Thanksgiving weekend has finally  arrived, and with it comes heat!!  I've  had the thermostat cranked past 90 the  whole day.  Nothing is more wonderful  than the sound of hot air blowing up  through a vent.<br />
<br />
Campus is very quiet.....a little too  quiet.  I think mostly everyone on my  floor has gone home, although I just  heard the jingle of keys so at least  I'll have someone to conversate with  over the next few days.  This is the  first Thanksgiving that I haven't gone  home, and I'm already feeling  nostalgic.  A box of stuffing made in  the mircowave will have to suffice. ]]></description>
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                <title>I'll walk through your ghosttown, in nothing but m</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2003 12:37:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just discovered that they don't turn  the heat on in my building until  *after* Thanksgiving weekend.  I never  realized how inhumane this university  was until now.  Or wait, I always knew,  but now I have the facts. I don't think  I'll be making it far from the safety  of my bed this week.  Maybe I'll take  out some add for someone to generate  some body heat with.......alone just  isn't cutting it.<br />
<br />
My trip home for the weekend was  alright, didn't get much done, but I  never do when I venture to Cape Breton.   Ran into a few old friends, had a few  too many drinks, and watched a lot of  horrible TV.  Now I am suffering with a  Social Psychology lab due tomorrow at  noon.  I'm off to take up residence on  the 3rd floor of the library. ]]></description>
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                <title>A kiss that's still intangible.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2003 11:01:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A little shameless self-promotion.   Today is my 24th birthday.  The reason  I'm pointing this out is because I have  a theory about birthdays, and I was  reminded of it when my mother called to  wish me a Happy Birthday.  She calls me  every year at the exact minute that I  was born, which was around lunchtime.   Now lunch is a meal that I can not go  without, so my theory is that whatever  time of the day you're born, is the  time you're most likely to get hungry.   I know it sounds completely  absurd....but I've asked around, and so  far my theory is still a theory, and  not a puny hypothesis. ]]></description>
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                <title>I wanna make a mistake.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2003 12:52:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just ran into a guy I first met way  back in 2nd year.  From the day he met  me he always called me Mary-Beth, even  though he knew my name was Jessica.  I  hadn't seen him in a while, but today  while in line for supper I ran into  him, and even after all of these years,  he still called me Mary-Beth.  It's got  me to thinking.....do I look like a  Mary-Beth?  I know that sometimes I  think people look like a certain  name.....it's sort of the way I  associate people with certain colours.   I just sort of wish I had a better  associated name.....something more  whimsical and mysterious.....rather  than....Mary-Beth, which is just  so..........Mary-Beth-ish.  Alright so  I overdid that word.  It's off to the  gym. ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>You'll remember me like a melody.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2003 18:18:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So apparently some sort of "hurricane"  hit the East coast last night, blowing  down trees, pouring buckets of rain  onto the streets, and just generally  destroying civilization as we know it.   I however was completely unaware.   Apparently I enter a death like state  during sleep.  I'm pretty sure the only  way I would've woke up was if the  window next to my bed shattered slicing  my face partially off.  Thankfully I  was woken up by my alarm clock instead.<br />
<br />
I'm still working on my paper.  The  first two pages went well, but then I  took a break to make some rice, which  went horribly awry.  I'm not sure why I  have no problem cooking a turkey  dinner, yet am completely obvlious when  it comes to rice.  I'm think I can  blame my genes somehow, it seems to be  a trend these days.  And now back to  interest group lititagion...... ]]></description>
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                <title>Run baby, run.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2003 10:36:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am yet again delaying the inevitable.   I have a paper to write on interest  group litigation.  Sometimes I wonder  why I find political science so  interesting when I get topics like this  to write about.<br />
<br />
So anyways, my birthday is fast  approaching this week.  I'm not one who  looks at birthdays as depressing (well  except for my 20th, that was  depressing), but I do always reflect on  the passing year and that gets me to  thinking that maybe I missed out on  growing up again for another year.  I  guess that I just had these  pre-concieved notions of where I should  be in my life at each year.  Turning 24  I always assumed I'd be finished  school, and maybe settling down and  starting some sort of boring career.  I  am however still in school, living in a  wild residence, and still have no clue  as to what I really want to do with my  life job-wise.  <br />
<br />
People always say that the most  interesting people they know are the  ones that are never really sure of what  they want.  It somehow makes them, " spontaneous", and "exciting".  I however  see it the exact opposite.  I'm really  in awe of people who know exactly what  they want in life, especially ones that  are passionate about what they do.   This floating around business is tiring  me out, and I'm really sick of having  an obscure answer to the never ending  question, "So what are you going to do  after graduation?"<br />
<br />
On a completely different note, do  people who hold hands in public trigger  your gag reflex?  Or is it just me? ]]></description>
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                <title>Tell me what to say.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2003 08:52:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ People are in such a huge rush.  I am a  firm believer in stopping to smell the  flowers.  I am one of those people who  you hate to be walking behind in a  crowded hallway.  I am someone who  feels my brain might explode from  observing everything around me.  I'm  not too sure why everyone is in such a  hurry.  I mean, obviously some people  do have places to go, but everyone  can't possibly have somewhere they need  to be heading to at the speed of light.   I ate supper with someone who was  exactly one of these people, last  night.  And I feel as though I've never  had a more awful meal.  People who  don't drink tea after supper always put  me on edge anyways.<br />
<br />
I have my drawing class in another  hour, and I feel as though I'm still  not really improving even after  extensive hours of practice.  I wonder  how long it took Picasso?<br />
<br />
Lastly, anyone named Jerome is more  than likely a little off when it comes  to matters of the head.  If anyone is  named Jerome reading this, I apologize,  but it's true. ]]></description>
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                <title>Very Superstitious.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2003 15:54:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've said it once, and I'll say it  again, Superstition is quite possibly  the world's best song ever written  and/or composed. I feel as though I've  missed out on a musical era that can  never be regained.<br />
<br />
On a completely unrelated topic, I've  come to one of my many conclusions  about humanity in general today.  Rugby  players have completly no inhibitions  what so ever.  On the walk home from  visiting a friend I was strolling by  the field, where a game had just  finished up, and right there in plain  sight was a player stripping down to  his birthday suit.  I strive to be as  carefree as him one day.  As for now, I  shall zip up my sweater.<br />
<br />
I have many things I should be doing  right now, however I feel very inclined  not to be doing them.  I'm more  inspired to do everything else that I  shouldn't be doing, which means I might  possibly have something new to submit.   *cue suspenseful music* ]]></description>
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                <title>Everything's not lost.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2003 19:37:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm pretty eccstatic about God creating  a seventh day for rest.  However, I'm  pretty sure it wasn't created to  recover from a hangover.  I am severely  paying for my blasphemous ways, by  having to get through an article  entitled, "The Staying Power of the  Legislative Status Quo: Collective  Choice in Canada's Parliment after  Morgentaler".  <br />
<br />
You can see why it was so easy for me  to tear myself away from it and waste  my time entering yet another pointless  journal entry.<br />
<br />
Speaking of pointless, I've noticed  that bees and wasps are still hanging  around since it's still been quite  lovely this month.  But where do bees  and wasps go in the winter?  Do they  just die off?  Hibernate? Or just fly  down south?  After 23 years of existing  on this earth, 17 of those being in  school, you'd think I'd know the  answer.  But I honestly don't.....and  that frightens me. ]]></description>
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                <title>Road trip.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2003 18:05:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm going to Halifax tomorrow for the  weekend with my friend Suzanne.  It  should be a really great time.  I  haven't been up there since last  January, and then I had to trudge  through 4 foot high snowbanks, so  anything should be really great  compared to that.<br />
<br />
Classes are going good.  I don't have  any of Fridays, which is superb.  This  will probably be the last year of my  life where I'll have a long weekend  every week, so I'm taking full  advantage. ]]></description>
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                <title>Make up the breakdown.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2003 19:04:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm just getting home from the library,  where I was reading chapter one of my  Social Psychology book.  Sometimes  readings from texts are so utterly  boring, however this particular book  isn't so bad because they tell you  about a lot of wacky experiments they  did in the early 50's and 60's.<br />
<br />
I also had to go the library to pay off  a fine I'd acquired over the summer,  after not realizing I packed away a  book I had out on loan.  Thankfully the  library stops charging you late fees  once it reaches $13.25.  So since I was  yet again allowed to take out books I  started looking for this book of poems  I hadn't read since highschool, but  knew had one of my favorite poems.  And  I found it!  So I'm going to leave this  certain poem for the ending of my  journal entry, for anyone who does read  this.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I  do.<br />
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"Shopping with a friend for her Wedding  Dress"<br />
                                   by  Sheree Fitch<br />
<br />
The saleslady<br />
has a nettle<br />
of straight pins in her mouth<br />
and a tape measure necklace<br />
<br />
She smiles a porcupine smile<br />
<br />
Precisely, she hems the dress<br />
meticulous<br />
about the distance from the hem<br />
to the tips of the peau de soie toes<br />
<br />
There are rows<br />
of dresses<br />
swathed in plastic<br />
the soft plastic<br />
my mother warned me never to put over  my head<br />
because I could suffocate that way<br />
could die that way ]]></description>
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                <title>Back to the grind.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2003 13:15:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I just got out of my last class of  the day, The Romantic Gothic: Poety and  Short Fiction.  It seems like it's  going to be a very intersting course,  and I'm excited to be able to take an  English course because for the past two  years I've pretty much just focused on  my major and minor subjects.  We pretty  much just got an introduction to what  we're going to be covering this  semester, and the last part of the  class our professor read Snow White,  the very un-Disney version.  It  absolutely astounds me how much you can  read into what seems like a simple  story.<br />
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Everything else is going great here in  Antigonish.  I love the month of  September.  Everyone is happy to be  back to school to see old friends, the  workload is light, and the weather is  still reasonably nice.  The leaves have  just started to change, and it seems  like fall is going to set in earlier  than usual.  However, I did make it to  the beach yesterday, which was  wonderful.  I can't think of a better  way to spend a Sunday afternoon. ]]></description>
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                <title>Settled in.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2003 08:22:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I'm finally back up at St.FX.   Moving is always such a huge ordeal,  and having to do it at least twice a  year is just utter insanity.  I have  most everything unpacked, and my room  this year is great.  I even have my own  private bathroom.  I never thought I'd  be so happy about a bathtub in my life.<br />
<br />
I hooked up the computer that I had in  storage when I got up here, and I  re-discovered all of the music I was  listening to last term.  Right now it's  Yes it is, by The Beatles; a very  wonderful song, but then again anything  by The Beatles is usually pretty  wonderful.<br />
<br />
I'm still in the process of picking my  courses, since I didn't get to register  until I got up here.  So far I have:  Christians in Dialouge, Communist  Political System:China, and Canadian  Public Policy.  I'm still waiting on a  few others because all of the classes I  wanted to take were full, so I have to  see if the professors will give me  permission to register late.<br />
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Well it's off to buy some books. ]]></description>
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                <title>You're the good things.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2003 07:27:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Last night, I sat out on my front porch  until 4:30am talking with my friend  Eric.  Even though we both live in the  same city it's a rare occasion when we  get to actually hang out, and this was  the first time this summer, but it was  really great to just sit there,  drinking tea and talking about  everything and anything for hours.   He's one of very few people I feel like  I can be completely honest with, and I  hope I get to see a lot more of him  when we go back to school.<br />
<br />
He's going into his final year at St.FX  as well, however, taking something  completely different from me.  He's  going to be graduating with a degree in  Music, his focus on bass.  It's so  great to hear him talk about all of it.   From the music, his professors, even  right down to how he has to transcribe  every second of a given song for  certain assignments.  Even though I  really don't have a clue about any of  it, it's wonderful to just sit and  listen to him, because he's so  amazingly passionate about it. You  can't help but smile.  I'm really proud  of all that he's accomplished over the  past 3 years, and sure to accomplish  this year.  I don't think I've ever  told him that.....maybe I should. ]]></description>
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                <title>Insightful Insomnia.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:03:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, it's almost 4am here and I'm  still not asleep.  I'm finding that if  I go to bed at around 5am, set my alarm  for about 10:30am, that I have more  energy throughout the day than I would  getting 10 hours of sleep.  I know that  makes absolutely no sense what so ever,  but I think I've finally found a way to  trick the biological needs of my body.<br />
<br />
The other night I discovered a neurotic  , and some might even say paranoid,  habit of mine.  When I do finally go to  bed and try to sleep, I have to lay  down facing the door to my room.  I  *can't* go to sleep otherwise.  I'm not  too sure why I do it......maybe I think  facing the door while asleep will keep  intruders from opening the door up and  coming in and killing me or something.<br />
<br />
I'm totally convinced that I'm either  going to be murdered, or killed in some  unnatural way.  It just seems like a  lot of people in my family have died in  the most unusual ways, and I think it  skipped the last generation, making it  inevitable for mine.<br />
<br />
On a brighter note, I just finished  making peanut butter cookies.  Nothing  beats home baked goods at ungodly hours  of the day/night.  There's something  wonderfully relaxing about baking.  I  think Betty Crocker was onto something. ]]></description>
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                <title>Get in or get out.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2003 19:39:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright, so I'm over the Huey Lewis  kick and it's back to the  classics......yes that's right, the  Beastie Boys.  I was drawn back to  listening to them after coming across a  picture on here, and also happening to  catch them on an old SNL, back when the  show was actually entertaining.<br />
<br />
So I was supposed to go out tonight to  see two amazing bands: By Divine Right  and Wintersleep.  However, I just heard  through an anonymous source that  instead both bands were replaced by  karaoke.  I have only one  word.....KARAOKE?!?!?!?!  *sigh* ]]></description>
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                <title>I want a new drug.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2003 09:16:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes, that's right, as the subject says,  I'm hooked on Huey Lewis and the News  for the week at least anyways.   Something about his songs that make you  want to get up and dance yourself to  the bathroom to get ready for the day.   <br />
<br />
Waiting around for my drive to the  beach, not sure how many more days of  summer Cape Breton has, so I'm taking  advantage while I can.  Hopefully I  won't get a burn because I plan on  going out tonight, and that ripe tomato  look is so passe. ]]></description>
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                <title>If I'm so wrong.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2003 13:43:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, yesterday was election day in Nova Scotia, and as silly as it  sometimes is, I "exercised my democratic right to vote".  The reason it  seems so silly is because as close a race all the newscasters say it's  going to be, it's always fairly evident, so my vote seems so  insignificant when I'm placing it for the 2nd runner up.<br>
<br>
Canada is a great place to live, don't get me wrong, it's just pretty  funny that the government in power usually only gets about 40% of the  votes, which is enough to win, since our political system is so  divided.  So that means, that 60% of the people are usually pretty  pissed off the day after dropping their ballot into the box.<br>
<br>
I personally think Russia has a great democratic system......but I  don't know how many politicians would agree with me on that, since they  might be condemed commies or something ridiculous like that.  <br>
<br>
Anyways, it's raining, so I'm stuck inside, hence this journal entry.<br>
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<br> ]]></description>
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                <title>Insomnia Stikes Again.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2003 23:09:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, it's a Saturday, and what that means in the months of July and  August is that there's a 99% chance that I'll be woken up to the sounds  of blasting car horns, and hoots from passengers hanging out of those  very same cars.  Why?  Because there's always a procession of wedding  parties that drive past my street.  It's a given, it's a constant, it's  annoying.  I mean.......I guess I should be a little happy since  they're celebrating some sort of joyous occasion.  But after a Friday  night of doing my own celebrating, I'm not in the mood to crack a smile  for an anoymous parade of cars dressed up in plastic flowers.<br>
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I guess the problem is living behind a church.....and living down the  street from another church.....which is just up the street from yet  another church!  The more I think about it, the more pointless it seems  to have some many churches around here.  They outnumber the Tim  Horton's coffee places, and believe me, in Cape Breton, that is truly a  feat.  God - 1, Tim Horton's - 0.<br>
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I wish I was asleep.  I looked over at the clock, and it was 2:22am, so  I followed through with the supersticious act of making a  wish.........and I'm not asleep yet, so it didn't work.<br>
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                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Spell your cast on me.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2003 21:46:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Listening to Paper Thin Walls by Modest Mouse, a great song.  In fact,  I'm really enjoying everything that I've heard from Modest Mouse so  far.  I've just recently started invading my ear drums with their  infectious songs, even though I've been aware of the band for quite a  while now.<br>
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Tried to get some new writing pieced together tonight, but I found  myself easily distracted, as per usual.  I think I'll have something  new to submit by morning though.  I'm wide awake and don't see sleep  anywhere in the near future.  That probably has a lot to do with  sleeping in today.......due to going to bed when the rest of this city  was arising to hot cups of coffee.<br>
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So yeah, back to the creative world of scribbles and scratch marks.<br>
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                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Wow.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2003 02:00:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just getting home now, it's about 6am.  There's not a single soul that  I know who would be awake at this ungodly hour, I can't believe I'm  still able to function.  Had a few drinks, and many great conversations  tonight.  Didn't get to see as much of the show that I originally went  to see, I blame that entirely on April; since she was the one who will  always and forever be running late.<br>
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Question:<br>
"What's a song that makes/made you cry at one point in time?"<br>
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Oh, and I cut my precious nails.<br>
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                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>From the inside, out.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2003 21:24:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Muscles are aching.  I've concluded I'd make a horrible piano mover, or  well, any kind of mover in general, I won't limit myself to *just*  pianos.  I'm too much of a girly girl to pick up anything heavier than  what I weighed at any point in my life.  It's so cliche, but I honestly  worry about breaking a nail.<br>
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Speaking of which, I'm not so sure what I want to do about my nails as  of now.  I usually like to keep them fairly long.....about an inch or  so, nothing close to a guiness world record or anything.  But lately  people keep telling me they look, "scary".  I guess it's just because  they look fake, and people usually keep their nails short.....or  something.  I'm not sure really.  It seems like such a shallow thing to  actually be putting in time to think about...but really, what else do I  have to contemplate.  I've pretty much came to my conclusions on  everything else the universe has offered me.<br>
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Started flipping through the course selection book for next semester's  classes, and it got me to thinking about something someone said to me  once.  They told me I looked like an Economics major.....which I never  fully understood.  What exactly does an Economics major look like?  For  some reason a horribly boring person pops in my mind.  Noone ever  guesses my "real" major. <br>
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                <title>Don't call me, don't write.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2003 20:26:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Did you ever feel as though the events going on in your life were all  just part of some movie?  And you'd hear a director call out, "Cut!",  in the middle of a conversation you were having with one of your  friends.  I'm constantly thinking that at all times, but noone every  interupts me with that one little word.......so the conversation goes  on.....and on.....and on.  You get my point.<br>
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Today was one of those days that just seemed to last forever.  It was  grey, humid, and had an overall sleepy feel to it.  It reminded me a  lot of when I was younger and  we'd be spending a few weeks out at our  bungalow.  Most of the time we didn't have enough time in the day to do  what we wanted, but on days like today, we'd be stuck inside, playing  endless games of cards, and wishing nothing more than to run down and  jump off the wharf my father had put up. Definitely not the feeling of  a Saturday night.<br>
<br>
I was going to call a few friends to venture out to a fairly new bar  that opened up downtown.  It's called the Rum Jungle, but I've already  heard it referred to as the "Scum Jungle", a few times, so I decided  against it, and am now spending a quiet night alone.<br>
<br>
Kind of regretting it now that boredom has set in.....I'd go for a  drive, but my car has recently become a dumping ground for whatever my  father drags home.  The last time I checked I saw a set of dishes on my  front seat, but that's a whole different story.<br> ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>We havent turned things around</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2003 20:55:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Got locked out last night, which was highly irritating.  I don't think  I've ever locked anyone out, but there have been countless times *this  summer* that I've been out in the cold.  It wouldn't be so bad if  everyone in my house wasn't half deaf, and in bed before the midnight  hour.<br>
<br>
Hung out with a friend from university tonight.  She's not going back  next year, which is disappointing, she's a really fun girl to hang out  with.  And she never seems to run out of things to say.  A single story  leaves me in tears most of the time, just because she's so descrpitive  about every action in the run of a day.<br>
<br>
Getting kind of sleepy now, although I'm not entirely in the mood for  bed.  Might take a stroll down to the corner store to get some  candy.......I've been dying for those disgustingly sweet marshmallow  strawberries. ]]></description>
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                <title>Waiting for a ghost of a man.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2003 15:32:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been having the strangest dreams the past few days.  Very violent  dreams, where people I barely know die, or ones where I get into fist  fights with sound effects that would blow Hollywood away.  It's  starting to really disturb me.  And even though I'm not really one to  overanalyze my dreams, I can't stop thinking about what all this rage  means.  Maybe I'm just too passive in real life.<br>
<br>
On a completely different topic, I was talking to one of my friends  about planning a trip somewhere sandy and warm, next May after I  graduate, and this was here response:<br>
<br>
*Ahem*<br>
<br>
"Remember how I said I wanted to have a big wedding?  Well now I don't  want to do that anymore, and I'm going to get married in Mexico or  something, do you want to go to that?"<br>
<br>
I have no idea what that has to do with going down south next May,  considering she isn't planning on getting married within the next 5  years......unless she's not telling me something about her and the guy  she's been seeing for the whole *2* months.  My friends will continue  to confuse and baffle me until the day I die.<br>
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                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>I have only one regret.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2003 17:44:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sitting around, waiting for a friend to swing by and get me whenever  she decides she's fit to be seen by the public eye.  Patience is a  virtue when you have as many vain friends as I do.<br>
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Listening to some Sublime.  They're a great band to listen to any time  of the year, but especially during the summer for some reason.  <br>
<br>
I burnt my hand on the plug of an appliance.  I forgot how evil  electricity was for a moment, and just when I let my guard  down.....bam!  My mother keeps telling me to put some emu oil on it.   She's pretty adiment on it being able to cure everything.  Maybe I  should alert the cancer society.<br>
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                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>You put the happy in my ness.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2003 20:22:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just ran out of coffee cream so I had to move onto tea.  I guess it's  supposed to be better for you, although I'm sure any level of caffiene  being pumped into my body isn't good.<br>
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I have this continuous twitch thing going on in my left eye, and it's  really starting to get annoying.  I've recently started to wonder if  people with glass eyes can get twitches.....note to self, befriend  someone who has one to ask pointless questions.<br>
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Went out last night, saw some good live music, and got to sit out on  patios.  Canada Day is always good for patio sitting, oh and fake  tattoo wearing.  For some reason the holiday and the wash off body art  is corralated.<br>
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Trying to work on some new writing that has some sort of rhyme scheme,  it's coming along.....slowly.  It's hard to write when I'm not wrapped  up entirely in the moment.  Procrastination strikes again! ]]></description>
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                <title>Please shut off the lights</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2003 21:31:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Very excited.  I'm going to the beach tomorrow.  The second time this  summer, which offically started on Saturday.  There's something so  wonderful about swimming in salt water, makes me believe in mermaids.<br>
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Can't sleep again tonight.  My diet is consisting of popsicles and  cigarettes.  I have a feeling those two aren't in Canada's food guide.<br>
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Just disovered a new pet peeve the other day.  While sitting down and  talking to someone, they kept mentioning how bored they were just  sitting there, obviously not realizing that it insinuated that I  somehow contributed to their boredom.  Why can't people just sit and  talk anymore, without thinking there's something better to do?<br>
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                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Let your dim light shine.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2003 21:37:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm supposed to be hearing a band called The Rheostatics right now.   But instead, I'm here, at home, in my pajamas, sulking to the sound of  the rain.  I hate when people break plans.  <br>
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I went out last night to celebrate a friend's birthday, a few days  earlier than it really was.  It felt weird wishing someone a happy  birthday when it really wasn't for another 3 days.  Anyways, I took off  early, and when I got home, I noticed that I missed 3 phone calls.  And  not just any phone calls....phone calls from people I wasn't expecting  to hear from.  So for the past 24 hours, I've been going over the  reasons why they'd place a call to my house.  Needless to say, they all  seem to be negative ones.  Optimism is harder than it seems.  <br>
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My favorite charm fell off my braclet....and I have no idea how to get  it back on.  Maybe I should start dating a jeweler. ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>la dee freakin da.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2003 21:10:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's raining, it's pouring, there isn't an old man snoring.   I really  like the sound of rain, but I hate the fact that going outside means  I'm going to get drenched.  So, no late night walk for me tonight.  I'm  so very tired, yet I can't get to sleep.  <br>
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I hope there's lightening. ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>I hate everything about you.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2003 20:11:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The Stone Roses, a great band.  Listening to the song, "Tightrope".  I  recommend it to all.  So, I'm home from university, have been for over  a month or so.  I haven't kept up with my journal entries, shame on me.   I do find them pleasantly theraputic.  Sydney is the same as ever, yet  becoming more depressing every year I come back for the summer.   Definitely one of the last I'll spend here.  Thinking of going back out  West again next year.  I won't have to come back in September for  school, seeing as how I'm graduating this year.  Look out real world,  here I come.<br>
<br>
My friend asked me to go down and meet her at work, have a few drinks,  play some pool.  I don't know if I'm up to it.  My car broke down, so  it means I'll have to walk.  And although it was extremely nice out  today, it cools off a lot at night.  Plus there are some shady  characters one might run into while walking through the North end of  town.  <br>
<br>
I tried to quit smoking, but I gave in and bought a pack the other day.   Cost after taxes....$9.99.  Went down a bit since the last time I  bought a pack.  No more breaking a twenty, that always sucked.<br>
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Maybe I'll go try to read. ]]></description>
                <author>~veronicavoltage</author>
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                <title>Yep.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2003 11:47:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, it's Saturday afternoon.  Which usually means, I'm hungover and  smelling like cigarette smoke, and this Saturday afternoon is no  exception.  I really have to stop smoking.  It's a dirty, disgusting,  nasty habit, and although I look unimaginably good doing it......it  must come to an end.  When I go home for the summer, it'll be easy to  do, because I could never light up in front of my parents.<br>
<br>
I do an awful lot of stupid things when I'm enebriated.  Last night the  following included, "several" phone calls, late night attempted visits,  sliding of notes under certain doors, etc.  Maybe I should stop  drinking instead of smoking.  God knows I can't do both at the same  time, I may self-combust.<br>
<br>
I'm trying to convince people into walking somewhere other than the  meal hall for some food consumption.  So far, I'm not very persuasive.   Rice krispie squares it is.<br>
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                <title>Subject line not long enough.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2003 07:40:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A recent conversation with a guy who lives on 4th floor of my  residence.<br>
<br>
Me:  "Hey, what are you guys watching?"<br>
<br>
Phil:  "Law & Order."<br>
<br>
Me:  "Ahh, good show.  We actually watched an episode in one of my  classes the other day."<br>
<br>
Phil:  "That's awesome, I wish I was in class that watched Law &  Order episodes."<br>
<br>
Me:  "Uhh, Phil.........you are."<br>
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I found it pretty amusing, considering we're going into the second  month of this semester.  Anyways, I'm off to the gym.<br>
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                <title>Boooooooring.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2003 18:51:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In theory, I should be at the library working on a paper that's due  next week.  But in reality...........I'm not.  It's only 10:47pm, and  I'm already doubling over in boredom.  There is seriously nothing to do  in this town if you don't want to involve some sort of substance abuse.<br>
<br>
<br>
A pet peeve just came to mind.  When I tell someone that I have the  feeling that a certain person doesn't really like me, you know, I get  vibes from a person that they just don't care for me.  Well, I hate it  when the person whom I told such things, goes and asks the person if  they really do hate me.  Then of course they say no, and then the next  time we see each other, we have to act extra nice to one another just  to make it known that there's no bad feelings.  It just makes me  realize how fake we all are.<br>
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                <title>Give me your forever.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2003 10:07:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I got to move out!  No thanks to the Rez office on campus. I  literally had to go search out my own room.  But now, I am the newest  resident of Lane Hall, room 304.  I should've lived there all along, I  really don't know what I was thinking when I decided to live elsewhere.   I really do hate moving though.  Packing it all in, carrying it up and  down flights of stairs, and then having energy left over to unpack it  all and make it look like livable.  I still haven't put up any  pictures, and the walls look bare and sickly.  Maybe I'll do that  tonight.....although, I'm sure I'll find some way to procrastinate.<br>
<br>
It is most definitely a Monday.  Sometimes I really hate Mondays, today  wasn't too bad.  Natalie and Ben came knocking at my door at 10am,  which at the time I didn't find too amusing, but it did help me wake  up, so I could make it to my 12:15pm class........The History of  Political Thought.  I think that class is the only one I can honestly  say I hate to miss.  I love my professor.  He makes bores like  Aristotle.....hilarious.  And at 9am, that's hard to do.<br>
<br>
So, it's Monday.  Monday......Monday is chicken burger day.  Things are  so damn repetetive around here.  I've been picking up on the way things  work.  Every little detail about how this campus is run.  I swear, if  someone just stole all the instructions to follow this place would fall  to shambles.<br>
<br>
Well, I'm tired, and I think I'm due for a nap.  It's rainy, and grey  and it just seems like the perfect time to catch up on some necessary  rest.  <br>
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