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  <title>. : dark dreams : .</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 04:18:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;600&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quizfarm.com//images/1127024604Tony1234.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Tony Almeida&lt;/b&gt;, You would never let anything happen to the one you love, even if that means sacrificing more. You help out when needed and are very tactical when it comes to putting a plan together. You can get shot in the neck and be back up in four hours. You are strong and a great friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Tony Almeida&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;85&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Michelle Dessler&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Chloe O&apos;Brien&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;75&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Jack Bauer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;David Palmer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Sherry Palmer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;65&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Kim Bauer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;25&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#dddddd&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=10470&quot;&gt;Which 24 Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;created with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.quizfarm.com&quot;&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display:none&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;/form&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://www.memegen.net/viewmeme.pl&quot; method=&quot;post&quot;&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;border: 1px solid; border-color: 000000; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 10pt; width: 500px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: 1F87B2; color: FFFFFF; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Who&apos;s your 24 threesome? by &lt;a style=&quot;color: FFFFFF&quot; href=&quot;http://glorylinnemann.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;Glory_L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;&quot;&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;Name:&quot; value=&quot;()&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;&quot;&gt;Your 24 threesome is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000&quot;&gt;Jack Bauer &amp; Hamri Al-Assad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color:1F87B2; text-align: center; padding: 4px;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Fill out your answers and try it on Memegen.net!&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;meme&quot; value=&quot;1075082504&quot;&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>imogen heap</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 04:23:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>. : two cents on idolatry : .</title>
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  <description>this, where you look me up&lt;br /&gt;with Hungry Hot Eyes&lt;br /&gt;is my dream&lt;br /&gt;my Butterfly Can&apos;t-Breathe dream&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;the absence of a Second Glance&lt;br /&gt;crushes my Heart-Hope&lt;br /&gt;that we would end the day Entangled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Surrender When There Was No Fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by your thoughts, your art&lt;br /&gt;But what perplexes me is how I go about this so insanely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall so madly in love with he who preaches &lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And could not imagine myself any more disturbed&lt;br /&gt;Than one who drives past his garnished haven&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where he is penning these words&lt;br /&gt;That reflect the ultimate genius of you&lt;br /&gt;Because that is who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself sweetly consumed by he who spins&lt;br /&gt;Your art, oh divinely-wrought art into sounds that dance in the dark&lt;br /&gt;For the brightest lights boil my tears into living fire&lt;br /&gt;And I could not imagine myself any more depraved&lt;br /&gt;Than to feel you taste them on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Like water from the eternal living fountain&lt;br /&gt;Because that, my love, is who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for as long as I shall seek&lt;br /&gt;To follow my heaven-given path just as they demand&lt;br /&gt;I will come crawling, flying in colors&lt;br /&gt;They have never seen&lt;br /&gt;Only to find those who serve you&lt;br /&gt;And bow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *</description>
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  <lj:music>Mahler Resurrection Symphony</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Mahler Resurrection Symphony</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 04:15:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>. : archive : .</title>
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  <description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;About not fearing anything&lt;br /&gt;The world in irrevocable harmony&lt;br /&gt;Igniting at the touch of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walk as on water&lt;br /&gt;Even while the flames lick&lt;br /&gt;At my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something ethereal&lt;br /&gt;In the way my step carries me&lt;br /&gt;Night to day not once feeling my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it not to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walk as on water&lt;br /&gt;Even while the flames lick&lt;br /&gt;At my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something alarming&lt;br /&gt;In the tremble I feel&lt;br /&gt;At the slice of his words&lt;br /&gt;And the flicker of blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sink below the surface&lt;br /&gt;Fall and taste and drown&lt;br /&gt;Awe overtakes me&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something terrifying&lt;br /&gt;About the hum in my veins&lt;br /&gt;The hand I reach out to&lt;br /&gt;Pull him up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sink below the surface&lt;br /&gt;Fall and taste and drown&lt;br /&gt;Awe overtakes me&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indestructible-&lt;br /&gt;she thinks,&lt;br /&gt;Is what i Was&lt;br /&gt;Before i swallowed&lt;br /&gt;what i was Never meant to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Now the glass is Broken,&lt;br /&gt;Just under my stare&lt;br /&gt;into the Reflection.&lt;br /&gt;flat and cold to the touch,&lt;br /&gt;But Twisted broken pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Carnage of &lt;br /&gt;the life that i once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when the black tears in&lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t know where I&apos;m looking&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can forget your face after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still able to reach me&lt;br /&gt;With your laugh and eyes&lt;br /&gt;So fierce&lt;br /&gt;A world away&lt;br /&gt;But still in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she&apos;s been&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams have glanced&lt;br /&gt;But still it tears her heart apart&lt;br /&gt;Her mark is quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she&apos;s seen&lt;br /&gt;The other side &lt;br /&gt;The picture is no longer&lt;br /&gt;Still so black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lungs are electric&lt;br /&gt;And I just wish you would&lt;br /&gt;Transcend&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;How high could we go&lt;br /&gt;If we joined forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent too many thoughts on you over the years&lt;br /&gt;all that got for me, broken mirrors and tears&lt;br /&gt;did i think somehow daydream turned solid?&lt;br /&gt;guess i thought i was meant to have what i wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;what is there left for me&lt;br /&gt;to steal from tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can&apos;t fix my life up with glue from the gutter&lt;br /&gt;gotta start my way back to when it was better&lt;br /&gt;never thought i&apos;d want to erase&lt;br /&gt;the only part of me ever fell into place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does one have to do with the other?&lt;br /&gt;why should you come to love &lt;br /&gt;the soul you took to bed&lt;br /&gt;there is no evidence&lt;br /&gt;you got inside his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because &lt;br /&gt;you stop to try to breathe&lt;br /&gt;everytime his eyes do not deceive&lt;br /&gt;everytime the color of your mind&lt;br /&gt;becomes exactly what you find&lt;br /&gt;when you become together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d destroy myself &lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;In the hope that&lt;br /&gt;If we one day fell apart&lt;br /&gt;I could pick myself&lt;br /&gt;Back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d take the time &lt;br /&gt;I had with you&lt;br /&gt;Though my monsters&lt;br /&gt;Would reveal&lt;br /&gt;I had something&lt;br /&gt;To lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t it worth&lt;br /&gt;To never have&lt;br /&gt;To wonder if&lt;br /&gt;We could&apos;ve jumped&lt;br /&gt;Off the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And still survived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out&lt;br /&gt;Just give me some&lt;br /&gt;Of your Sanity&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I could learn&lt;br /&gt;to look away&lt;br /&gt;And rid myself ot his&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sense of Vanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m thinking&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m breathing&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m believing&lt;br /&gt;I could really&lt;br /&gt;Lose touch&lt;br /&gt;With the ground&lt;br /&gt;To which I&apos;m bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s see if we can&lt;br /&gt;Fashion something human&lt;br /&gt;Out of what I see in you&lt;br /&gt;Is it made of molecules&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something&lt;br /&gt;To me new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a string ring out&lt;br /&gt;A metallic sound at 2am&lt;br /&gt;Oddly foreign&lt;br /&gt;The air is roaring&lt;br /&gt;Is it the wind?&lt;br /&gt;Or just the highway in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I said&lt;br /&gt;I will not close&lt;br /&gt;The lids of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Until I am good and broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:32:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>. : paradise : .</title>
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  <description>hello- I say- I&apos;m in Paradise&lt;br /&gt;hang my head from the &lt;br /&gt;Window, sweet&lt;br /&gt;Of this air a Breath suffice&lt;br /&gt;thirst Quench eyes Sate feet Bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you?&lt;br /&gt;gods forbid the sun erase my Blue&lt;br /&gt;for how long?&lt;br /&gt;until the River no longer sings my Song&lt;br /&gt;forever?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes Yes, and happily After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, wherefore&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re just drunk on&lt;br /&gt;the Junk of Here Now&lt;br /&gt;no No!- let me go,&lt;br /&gt;to this I shall bow.</description>
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  <lj:music>Charlotte Martin</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Charlotte Martin</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 05:14:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>so...</title>
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  <description>i&apos;m broke. and beat.&lt;br /&gt;but jack bauer is amazing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 23:57:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hmm..</title>
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  <description>&quot;Tev ir kautkas iedzimts&quot;... ok, mother, dear, am I an alcoholic now that I can hold my liquor? Why don&apos;t you look around you and see that everyone else knows how to have a good time, while you&apos;re left in the dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to have doubts about the skydiving.. people that are usually pretty open-minded are telling me to wait.. is it really that dangerous? Aren&apos;t you ALMOST guaranteed to be okay if you use good equipment and learn carefully??</description>
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  <lj:music>snow patrol</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2006 05:36:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>And now to fail</title>
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  <description>.. when I&apos;ve thought about this so long. Why does it always come down to money? How frustrating is it that I might not be able to study out of the country now due to lack of it? This really, really, really is the only thing that will give me an edge so that I can obtain the education I NEED in order to start EARNING some serious bucks in the first place. My life just needs to go a full circle, what the hell?? Where and what is my karma doing?</description>
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  <lj:music>lifehouse</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 21:23:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a day like today</title>
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  <description>one of those days where you decide to be deliciously ambitious. my work-study hours have gone from 5 to 12- yay! i will be able to afford more than groceries! video ipod here i come. maybe i&apos;m on my way to my million. :S in our 13 minute macroecon discussion session today, we had to say what we would do with our million... i said &quot;travel, travel, travel&quot;, but i suppose i could get an aston martin too. scheduled a pre-law appointment, and registered for free credit overloading. hell yes. now let me sleep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 02:14:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>how to sleep</title>
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  <description>how does one find the right way to sleep? the right hours, the right amount of time, the right way? at school i have the problem of having to wake up way too early every morning, which exhausts me during the day, so that by dinnertime i&apos;m ready to crash. odd that i would get my energy back late at night, though, and thus prolong the actually &quot;going to sleep.&quot; and there goes the same cycle that starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here at home, i can&apos;t break the habit of retiring before 2am and waking before noon.. it&apos;s like a new circadian rhythm that i&apos;ve established, despite the lack of difference in light presence. i think it is screwing with me though, so i wish i could learn to control it in a more advantageous way. it makes me horribly disappointed to find that i cannot for the life of me find anything online on circadian meditation or sleep yoga.. what would be more perfect than being able to rest up your body in one tenth of the time?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 23:17:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>to win</title>
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  <description>People confuse me. They play so many games.. and I don&apos;t know why I even care, when I DON&apos;T care about my so-called &quot;opponent&quot;. They can go jump off a bridge, and I won&apos;t be any more worse for the wear. Then why try to make sense of the game? Maybe because I want to win. I want them to be under my power, even if I am not under theirs. I&apos;ve always managed to hide what they all do to me, now I want to be able to see what I do to them.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 04:21:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>time for action</title>
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  <description>i decided it&apos;s time to pull every aspect of my life together.. not that i&apos;m a complete mess, but there are areas of improvement. now that my career path has changed completely, maybe i can learn to lead a lifestyle to match it. start eating better, work out a helluva lot more, learn better study habits, because it is definitely not gonna get any easier if i go to law school. it&apos;ll be interesting to see how fast i can do it all. i think it&apos;d be cool to master it all, and not have to worry about bad habits bringing me down and controlling ME. i&apos;d like to have a bit of self-discipline when it comes to things other than alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i need to clean up my room and start packing for going back to my apartment and for the trip to arizona.. i really should start planning some other trips, too, actually. like to L.A... and sanja and i are supposed to go to tunisia in the summer. yeah right, i think i need to hijack a cargo plane for all the traveling i want to do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 06:23:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a new beginning</title>
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  <description>maybe i should start this again. not that i ever entertained the idea of having a constant repartee with myself in the form of an online journal going, but i did think it was nifty at one point. and it beats talking to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i think it&apos;s odd that we are one and all obsessed with the online world nowadays.. it&apos;s the only way anything gets done.. how did we do it 10 years ago? everyone must&apos;ve been so disconnected from one another, locked away in their houses with no words or thoughts or art or stories or news to share with eachother. now, turning on your computer is a necessary part of the day. i know that i&apos;m going to have to take a vacation from it eventually, but i can&apos;t imagine it happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is on my mind? how about irina derevko, and the tricky web she weaves. i hear she is coming back &quot;badder than ever&quot;?? what the fucking hell is that about, i don&apos;t know why or how i am so attached to the happenings in a telly show, but it hurts me to think about that. i don&apos;t want to second guess her amazingness and feel this sinking feeling in my stomach every time i&apos;m doing something and i suddenly remember that her motives have yet to be revealed and her allegiances are uncertain. don&apos;t even get me started on sark and sloane, they are just as bad. communicate, communicate! you fucking fictional characters.</description>
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