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  <title>...dance your ass off...</title>
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    <name>Jax</name>
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    <title>K i'm not gonna deny it...</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T02:16:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T02:16:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in a silly kinda withdrawl&lt;br /&gt;I can't drink when I want, I can't party when I want, I can't fool around when I want ( as easily that is ;)) school SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the social part but i think i may have been up to too much this summer.. i can't wait till this weekend cuz i'm going MAD.  I need!! to get back to crazy having a good time, this will not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is SO boring!  I'm getting ahead in school so i can party this weekend.  HOW SAD IS THAT?  when truth is i should be making clothing.    w/eves.  nbd.  i'll get over this soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Just feels like last year me an sarah were partying like every night and going crazy... I MISS CRAZY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note.  I am SOOO glad sarah is back!  Our apartment is amazing and everything is great ish ( with exception to my apparent addiction to alcohol and partying).</content>
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    <title>Poetry in the wind</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T02:42:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T02:42:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What a year it's been. school will be coming soon, here comes another tide of change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still figuring out all the things that has happened to me this year from last sept to literally an hour ago.&amp;nbsp; where will this take me, leave me, and how will it effect me.&lt;br /&gt;why do I fall for the people I do, and do I really fall?&amp;nbsp; I know half the time i'm just entertaining myself&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to be with someone?&amp;nbsp; I don't want to be left behind in the future but is it a lack of security or a need for this phantom love that everyone keeps talking about that is planting this urge. Or maybe just mob mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this year be the same, will we come back changed, will I still have my best friend.&amp;nbsp; I talk about Sarah so much, but she's the most family I have, it sucks that someone matters to me so much, that I can rely on someone so much. I've always been independent but to put so much worth on another human scares the shit out of me.&amp;nbsp; She's the sister I never had, and the only person who knows me so well that I don't even have to speak.&amp;nbsp; and we've only known each other for 2 years. I'm so grateful that I have a friend like this,&amp;nbsp; I'm the luckiest person in the world for this reason alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to boys.. I'm still thinking about all that has happened in the past two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Am I destined to be nothing but a booty call cuz I'm not comfortable letting someone in.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know how to put my guard down.&amp;nbsp; I don't know the first damn step.&amp;nbsp; I've tried&amp;nbsp; I think . I guess if i have to say &amp;quot;I think&amp;quot; then I wasn't really trying was I.&amp;nbsp; I'm too young to worry about all this drama,&amp;nbsp; but It's just a part of me that I can't ignore.&amp;nbsp; AND now an opportunity that required no guard to be dropped has appeared and suddenly I want more.&amp;nbsp; I would wouldnt I?&amp;nbsp; ha ha</content>
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    <title>dancingstar_me @ 2009-08-21T22:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T01:54:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T01:54:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;This isn't fair. Isn't Fair &amp;nbsp;ISN&amp;quot;T&amp;nbsp;FAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy! &amp;nbsp;just chilling doing my own thing. &amp;nbsp;for the first time all year long and then my birthday happened.&lt;br /&gt;then my good friend made up a rumor about me and someone else I work with... that everyone believed.&lt;br /&gt;And a 3 30 in the morn booty call&lt;br /&gt;My best friend has been away forever:( and Kat has moved out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm alone in my apartment feeling like shit wanting to rewind to before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Crash</title>
    <published>2009-07-17T19:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-17T19:53:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Okay so &amp;nbsp;watched the movie crash... so intense struck so hard. &amp;nbsp;i'm reverbing right now like crazy. &amp;nbsp;this is no disney movie, there is no happy ending just the truth. &amp;nbsp;At one point I just got plain mad because aren't movies supposed to take us away from reality not throw it in our faces? &amp;nbsp;the point of this was not entertainment, it was artistic and real. &amp;nbsp;It had a purpose and as much as i would have liked to watch something that made me walk away with faith and hope walking away with understanding and a thought is just as good and important. &amp;nbsp;It makes me wonder why we even waste our time with fluff, &amp;nbsp;but i know why we do. &amp;nbsp;It's the same reason i read trashy magazines during exams: &amp;nbsp;some times we need to just not think.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancingstar_me @ 2009-07-05T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-06T02:58:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-06T02:58:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I just had all my insecurities and truths laid out in front of me. &amp;nbsp;Harsh to hear, &amp;nbsp;but i knew it all already so why does it bother me so much. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth: &amp;nbsp;the hardest part was finding out sarah had predicted what i would do before I did it and was dead on and I never knew. &amp;nbsp;It freaks me out that someone can predict me so well. &amp;nbsp;i knew i could predict her and i kinda thought that our friendship was one sided. &amp;nbsp;That i knew her better that she knew me, but apparently I was very wrong. &amp;nbsp;somehow for some silly reason that freaks me out? &amp;nbsp;Why didn't she tell me what I was going to do instead of telling others.. would have helped me out a little. &amp;nbsp;But she'll never know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much and its only been a month... &amp;nbsp; she's almost more my family than my real family is and I don't know how I would survive without her.&lt;br /&gt;Urrggghhh and I let him keep texting me...thats four guys that have fallen for both of us in one year...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>AHHHHHH!</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T01:53:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T01:53:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;K everyone STOP&amp;nbsp;breaking up, I&amp;nbsp;can only deal with so much sobbing on my shoulder at one time. &amp;nbsp;Well i don't mean that, it just sucks to see soo many of my friends go through this. &amp;nbsp;:( &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and there are other problems.. like being put in the middle of all of these. &amp;nbsp;Note to self: &amp;nbsp;don't become friends with both side of the relationship.. will be put in bad situation. &amp;nbsp;which is the case of almost all of these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession time: &amp;nbsp;some people who aren't broken up should be. &amp;nbsp;Some people who are shouldnt be. &amp;nbsp;Some are just what should have happened. &amp;nbsp;some.. may be single now which could lead to some personal danger....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)There were two girls up on that roof that night and I knew you chose wrong and I think you do too now. 2) &amp;quot;I wish she was more like you&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;should simply NEVER be uttered.... ever... i don't care how much you think you are going to break up with my good friend. &amp;nbsp;3) I told you so just seems mean to say now. &amp;nbsp;But I &amp;nbsp;did..... &amp;nbsp;4) you are a mess darling...i can't pick up your pieces for you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side? &amp;nbsp;the threat of that quad date is def gone out the window now that more then half can't exactly participate. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My boxes are all a mess and now i need to sort them in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm dealing with all these breakups more then they are :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I forget what I was going to say</title>
    <published>2009-06-02T04:30:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-02T04:30:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;or at least I wish I could. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So he comes crawling back, to a place much closer to me, literally. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He is distant and quiet all night, &amp;nbsp;so is that that?&lt;br /&gt;Belive jackie, just believe</content>
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    <title>I don't even know</title>
    <published>2009-05-27T22:24:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-27T22:24:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm getting tired, tired of writing about the same stuff. &amp;nbsp;Tired of going through the motions of the only way I know how to deal with these things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today the thought crossed my mind: &amp;nbsp;what if this is how it always will be?&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that should be an indication that something needs to change. i guess it's moronic to say that I don't know what to do to change this.. doing the simple opposite. &amp;nbsp;clearly havent done that, mostly cuz i'm a coward and don't know how. &amp;nbsp;I really really really want to believe that this will happen for me, but i'm so DAMN tired of believing&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I can make everything happen in the world for me, I have proof of this, but this just isn't working for me. never has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to say, I don't even know what to do, I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancingstar_me @ 2009-05-02T03:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-02T06:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-02T06:48:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;it's not her fault,&lt;br /&gt;It's def not his fault&lt;br /&gt;it's mine.... I have to deal with it.. &amp;quot;Don't Cock Block&amp;quot; she says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine... but when exactly is it my turn??? &amp;nbsp;is that too much to ask? &amp;nbsp;It would appear it is</content>
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    <title>oh faithful LJ</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T00:50:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T00:50:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think a diary would be more appropriate then posting stuff on LJ but there is something soothing about knowing that a very select few people will read this, and i don't know about you, but I certainly don't talk about the stuff posted here to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm on a diet... not the food kind another kind and because of this diet its gotten me to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I've analyzed why there is such a need for commitment and vulnerability between people.&lt;br /&gt;Why we are so god damn insecure&lt;br /&gt;and the reasons people act as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become and observer to my own and others lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching relationships because i'm contemplating everyones need for one. &amp;nbsp;If you know me I think you would have a hard time picturing me as a married housewife, or at least I sure hope you do. &amp;nbsp;It's something that I have never ever dreamed of and in fact makes me physically ill to think of. It's simply not my thing. &amp;nbsp;Same as how I'll never have kids or own a house in he suburbs... hopefully someone will put me out of my misery should this happen. &amp;nbsp;Now i'm sure you're all thinking &amp;quot; well.. you say this now... but you never know&amp;quot; and this is true, however should I remain more or less the same person I am now, and i have no intentions of changing, then the horrors of the housewife life will hopefully never fall on me. &amp;nbsp;( i do not judge anyone who chooses this life, &amp;nbsp;it's simply not me)&lt;br /&gt;From the mouth of my closest friend &amp;quot; you'll never be married but will have a series of live-in boyfriends... and they will be hot&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;I think that about sums it up ha ha&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching sex and the city and wondering which character I could be. &amp;nbsp;I went through a faze of feeling like charlotte because I was a goody goody to carrie because of the clothing obsession( it literally looks like my closet threw up.. ask my roommate it's a running joke) miranda because i can be slightly intimidating career wise and have currently landed on Samantha. &amp;nbsp;I used to think that to be Sam would be a shameful thing, but ask many many older women ( or at least the ones i've talked to) and they have all said that they valued their freedom and would actually very much like the chance to be like Samantha. &amp;nbsp;She's often seen as a whore, or a girl that gets around, by women who are &amp;quot;happily&amp;quot; married &amp;nbsp;but I can understand where she is coming from. &amp;nbsp;My fav moment in the SATC movie was when she broke up with her highly attractive boyfriend to live her own life. &amp;nbsp;It was like telling the world that you can live your life without the boy &amp;nbsp;and be fine on your own. &amp;nbsp;there is no shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rant I think stems from the girls who constantly ask me &amp;quot; why don't you have a boyfriend&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;why did you end it with that guy, he was great?&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;or the ever classic &amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;so it just ended?..... why didn't you guys keep going out?&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;people people people... i'm not a freak... i'm just not ready to be a sheep in the flock of marriage &amp;nbsp;or even hard core relationships. &amp;nbsp;And i'm damn proud of it. I have my whole life to do this! &amp;nbsp;Literal decades ahead of me where I&amp;nbsp;may very well be in a serious relationship. Why should we all feel the pressure to commit ourselves to one person? &amp;nbsp;I'm not saying it's wrong to do this, &amp;nbsp;I'm simply saying it's okay to not, but it is wrong to shame someone for not picking your lifestyle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up, people in relationships, CONGRATS enjoy blah blah blah but please don't pass judgement on me because you hated being single and therefore assume I&amp;nbsp;hate it too. &amp;nbsp;I like my freedom thank you very much, and am sure I will love love when it comes to me, but i'm happy not looking for it now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay i really needed to get that off my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I did it!</title>
    <published>2009-04-09T02:14:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-09T02:14:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;With poor results, but it still happened.. and only within a day! &amp;nbsp;wow am i ever amazing eh?&lt;br /&gt;kinda sucked but it opened my eyes a little...&lt;br /&gt;how does that bad 90s song go?&lt;br /&gt;.. I get knocked down, but i get up gain, never gonna get me down....</content>
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    <title>I detect a pattern, do you?.</title>
    <published>2009-04-07T02:23:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-07T02:23:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;K well i feel like the 'Why?&amp;quot; question has been answered&lt;br /&gt;but I dont want to answer to the problem&lt;br /&gt;the problem being i'm apparently a coward,,&lt;br /&gt;which seems fitting to the fact that i don't want to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Ha&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally not the kid who jumps in the pool, ( unless i have been drinking or have been pushed)&lt;br /&gt;I test the waters... and that, my friend, is the issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jumping is so scary&lt;br /&gt;Hence, being a coward&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking myself in a circle&lt;br /&gt;I make too many excuses.. that is my issue&lt;br /&gt;so no more excuses.. do as the cellphone tells you&lt;br /&gt;jump in the pool, say what you have to say, if it doesnt work try again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;IT&amp;nbsp;WONT&amp;nbsp;BE&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;END&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not allowed to post on this till I have done &amp;nbsp;something that wasn't choosing the cowardly way out.&lt;br /&gt;There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may never hear from me again............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>114 ppl online</title>
    <published>2009-03-24T00:12:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-24T00:12:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;none of them are you!</content>
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    <title>dancingstar_me @ 2009-03-19T08:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T11:11:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T11:11:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Listen up god, higher power, whatever the heck is out there, I have a bone to pick with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did something happen to me, did I get cursed at some point here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the above is the beginning of a post i was writing on monday. &amp;nbsp;what stopped you one might ask? &amp;nbsp;well the object of this frustration started talking again. &amp;nbsp;However since there has been little to no talking since. &amp;nbsp;I feel like that was who ever it is up there, it was their way of laughing at me... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not laughing at all! &amp;nbsp;gahhh I guess my only question is when will this stop happening to me? &amp;nbsp;when will this stuff start playing fair? &amp;nbsp;I want a reason to have hope on this stuff again, but my desire to try is very quickly slipping away. I really dont want to say 'I give up&amp;quot; but i'm less then two steps away from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm off to fail an OB final&lt;br /&gt;does life GET any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I guess its time....</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T05:19:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-07T05:19:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;For me to be all weird about some current situation in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess if you are familiar with the Romeo and Juliet situation then its something like that. &amp;nbsp;Only more soap operaish, less dying, and not so much him knowing about the family feud. plus his arch enemy being in love with me. &amp;nbsp;Intense eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how weird my life can be some times.&lt;br /&gt;I find something that looks plausible.. it would figure that it would be a very difficult situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if it's something you have to work for then it's worth it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?</content>
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    <title>My life in point form</title>
    <published>2009-02-28T18:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-28T18:19:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;-He's &amp;quot;in love&amp;quot; with me&lt;br /&gt;-he hates lover-boy&lt;br /&gt;- I like lover- boy-hater&lt;br /&gt;-he just wants to be friends again, or so he texts late at night&lt;br /&gt;-Before lover-boy-hater came around late-night-texter was acting too friendly.. and i didnt mind&lt;br /&gt;-I hated myself for not minding late-night-texter cuz I know way better then that&lt;br /&gt;-Lover-boy-hater is unreadable.. kinda.. and has an awesome truck.. yum&lt;br /&gt;-First encounter after the fact was in a pool.... big leap over that awkward moment i guess.&lt;br /&gt;-I love trucks&lt;br /&gt;truck-lover + Lover-boy-hater=............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Truth or Lies?</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T03:36:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T03:36:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So I've always prepared my own answer to my own problem. &amp;nbsp;it seemed to make sense and i packaged it up in a little box and put it in the corner and accepted it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the bus ride back to the island ( albeit exhausted and medicated within an inch on my life) &amp;nbsp;a new answer came to me, or rather, I remembered something. If you can call it remembering, it was more like flashes of old emotions. &amp;nbsp;Something that I has never occurred to me, which makes sense because it so completely far fetched and, hopefully impossible, to be true. &amp;nbsp;But there's no way that there isn't a grain of truth .. am i telling a lie if i tell someone my theory. &amp;nbsp;Will i be seen as a crazy person. &amp;nbsp;Will anyone believe me. &amp;nbsp;and am i ready to share this theory. &amp;nbsp;I still think i'm crazy for even thinking it......&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda scaring myself now.&lt;br /&gt;did this really happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would explain so much</content>
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    <title>the artist high</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T07:52:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T07:52:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;used to do this thing when I lived at home&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was bored &amp;nbsp;and couldn't go out I&amp;nbsp;would sulk for a couple hours and try to make other plans.. then I would give up and watch a movie or tv and then I would do something creative.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a rule, the only time of day that I can be truly truly creative is early early in the morning ( say between 1-4)&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just get this empowered feeling and I just ..create.. and for the first time in awhile, I did this today.&lt;br /&gt;Now typically for me this would mean that I would either A: make clothing or B: write&lt;br /&gt;but tonight it was something that i hadn't done in quite awhile. &amp;nbsp;I drew.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the flow you get when you draw.. it just goes.. you start out bad but you will always improve on it. &amp;nbsp;it just takes shape in front of you with minimal effort , it's just the most beautiful feeling and i'm overwhelmed by it right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding the Artists high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is a beautiful thing!</content>
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    <title>2009 Baby!</title>
    <published>2008-12-31T18:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T18:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am sooooo mixed up right now..&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know..&lt;br /&gt;maybe a new year will clear that up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrggghhhhh where are my honest people when I need them</content>
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    <title>have you ever wondered</title>
    <published>2008-12-27T05:11:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-27T05:11:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;why there are so many colours?&lt;br /&gt;Or if there are more?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;or what if other people see different ones for different names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why some people associate colours with letter?&lt;br /&gt;and how does that tell us something about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among these thoughts I have been having other ones&lt;br /&gt;Such as:&lt;br /&gt;why do all roads lead back to you?&lt;br /&gt;no matter what I do or where I go, you appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of the others ever have a chance while you are still around?&lt;br /&gt;will they ever?&lt;br /&gt;how do i fix this problem?&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;guess dealing with it would be step number one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like i've become numb to every other sensation since you've been around and I&amp;nbsp;want nothing more then to feel again but it just wont come back, You broke me and it's all your fault &amp;nbsp;but I have no one to blame but myself&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll have to be okay with that and make due with what I already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( exasperated sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>3..</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T06:19:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T06:19:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I had trouble narrowing it down..&lt;br /&gt;but until tonight it didn't seem obvious&lt;br /&gt;I had my A HA moment tonight&lt;br /&gt;and it came in the words of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;jackie i don't know what the hell you were thinking before, this was kinda obvious&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i'm an attention whore&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I can have my cake and eat it too ladies and gentlemen ( and you'll like it too cuz i'm only human)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;but I believe in us&amp;quot;</content>
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    <title>If I was a shape</title>
    <published>2008-11-25T04:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T04:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'd be a circle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i just keep going round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm predictable and unable to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking the answer to my problems is taking a risk&lt;br /&gt;....am i ready for this , and is it worth it?</content>
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    <title>dancingstar_me @ 2008-11-15T03:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-15T07:22:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-15T07:22:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;so i complain about it forever and then something happens....but i turn it away....why you might ask..? &amp;nbsp;what is the deal here? i wish i could give you an answer .. i'm always turning it away...what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can hope for is a second chance....a sober one&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mad at myself, just feel bad mostly cuz i don't know what i want...&lt;br /&gt;sorry &amp;nbsp;and it dosent help that your name is that name</content>
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    <title>dancingstar_me @ 2008-11-11T00:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T04:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T04:55:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So here's something that i've learned recently that highly annoys me:&lt;br /&gt;-a belief of superiority to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm not saying im perfect and don't project this because I think many people will adopt this mentality given the opportunity whether they realize it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of this that is driving me insane is how much i'm hearing people bash people i've worked with, and tell me why they are better... AND&amp;nbsp;THEN have the nerve to say that they would offer their( presumably better) service to me. &amp;nbsp;This opportunity has been presented to me three time in the last week.. some in stealth swallowable ways and others in blatant statements of &amp;quot; never use her again she sucked&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to hear a artist bash another artist to further themselves again.&lt;br /&gt;I also recognize that this is a &amp;nbsp;highly unlikely wish... but I don't think i'm wrong in thinking this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underneath all this emotion of hurt is confusion.. most likely brought on by myself questioning why this bothers me so much. &amp;nbsp;I love the buzz we are getting &amp;nbsp;but I guess I just want it to be all peaches and cream and it's not...again... i don't think i'm wrong in thinking this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>when faced with a difficult situation...</title>
    <published>2008-10-21T00:33:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-21T00:33:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I would generally freak out and avoid actually finding a good solution...&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason i am very calm about this and i literal have no clue what the answer to this is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either screw myself for econ even more then i already have and go to AFW&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;or do the econ.. maybe fix my grade but screw myself with the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricky tricky tricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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