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  <title>this is to a girl who got into my head</title>
  <subtitle>with all the fucked up things i did</subtitle>
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    <name>when the first star you see may not be a star</name>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-10-13T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-14T06:51:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-14T06:51:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">umm ya... so i have moved... and greyskymourning will be no more... hit me up for the new one... i dont know why.. i just dont feel like putting it here...</content>
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    <title>if only to break you for as broken as i feel</title>
    <published>2004-10-13T18:43:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-13T18:43:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">reasons to be, bobby, "amped"::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah enea is a really awesome fuckin skank and she definitely called me during fall out boy... and that is just way rad.... sarah. when are we going to hang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bonnnie is back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark is coming back saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph and i are to have one of our cool nights tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobby is back from his dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayti returned from her camping vaccacione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm and people are just generally GOOD.</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-10-11T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-12T07:24:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-12T07:24:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You...&lt;br /&gt;1. Your real name: well althoughy my stripper name is Candy, Jordan Peter Huller&lt;br /&gt;2. What friends call you: haha, friends??&lt;br /&gt;3. What your boyfriend/girlfriend calls you: oh ya... i hear crickets... anyone?&lt;br /&gt;4 What's a name you once wished you'd rather have?: hemmingsfield... and everyone knows that is to be the name of mi primero nino&lt;br /&gt;5. What is/are the ugliest name(s) you can think of?: bartholomeu, cactus, dick, vaginal discharge...&lt;br /&gt;7. If there was a song about you, what would it be called? this question should not even be dignified with a god damn response... so i retract all of this... that is being written&lt;br /&gt;8. What would you name your kids?: guys:hemmingsfield, hayden, billy  girls:hemmingsfield, courtney, Haleefa&lt;br /&gt;9. What would you name a ship you built?: Bursting With Semen&lt;br /&gt;10. If you wrote a book, what would it be called?: i don't know... you'll know i assume when it's published&lt;br /&gt;11. Thrown up in public?: oh fo sho, when i was five in the SF... in like this cafe con mi madre&lt;br /&gt;12. Eaten or drank anything spoiled?: oh fo sho!!! chunky salsa... apparently the fuzz doesnt come with the Ortega chilies, but rather is acquired through months of not being tended to... hm.&lt;br /&gt;13. Had a rip in your pants you didn't know about?: umm.. i wear baggy pants... so it wouldnt REALLY matter... &lt;br /&gt;14. Tripped while checking someone out?: no.. that's just retarded...&lt;br /&gt;15. Had to pay for something you broke?: a vagina&lt;br /&gt;16. Nearly drowned?: no.. but my little brother almost did... haha funny story actually...&lt;br /&gt;17. Passed out?: honestly, i want to just to say i have... &lt;br /&gt;18. Had a crush on somebody: fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;19. Been stuck in the rain?: yeah.. me kelcey and her boyfriend on our way to go see Maid in Manhattan... maybe the rain was a sign that we like.. shouldnt have been waiting for our ride to that movie.. that we should have NEVER gone... hm...&lt;br /&gt;20. Been attacked by an animal?: no.&lt;br /&gt;21. Caught people having sex?: define "caught"... in my bed while i was home? ya.what? 8th grade summer?&lt;br /&gt;22. Fallen asleep while driving?: kind of but not like terribly&lt;br /&gt;23. Actually slipped on a banana peel?: that has never happened to like anyone, asshole. &lt;br /&gt;24. Made a wish that came true?: i dont know... i'll reference back to my wish calendar though and fil lyou in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;&amp;gt;Complete The Sentence &lt;br /&gt;26. I once had a dream... that i fucked the bitch from Step By Step... oh Suzanne Summers&lt;br /&gt;27. I'm only racist towards... stereotypical minorities&lt;br /&gt;28. I don't even know why I'm... filling out this dumb survey. most people already know this stuff about me anyways...  (GOTTA GIVE THAT ONE TO YOU, SARAH)&lt;br /&gt;30. Nothing sucks more than having to... give head so that your car will start&lt;br /&gt;31. If I had six bucks i'd buy... those things at 7-11&lt;br /&gt;32. It's hot. I should take off my... contacts!! when they got all hazey.. it's gross&lt;br /&gt;33. It's always more fun if you... put your back into it&lt;br /&gt;34. You can't eat steak without... throwing up afterwards&lt;br /&gt;36. I really like you and everything but... your right breast falls lower than the left... i am not okay with that&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if... &lt;br /&gt;37. A dirty old guy at the airport slaps your ass?: i CRY&lt;br /&gt;38. Somebody was about to steal your car?: say thank you&lt;br /&gt;39. You wake up with a billion spiders crawling all over you and your bed?: i dont know, what the fuck could you do ??? &lt;br /&gt;40. You farted while giving a persuasive speech in class?: laugh ?? &lt;br /&gt;41. The person you just kissed tells you they have oral herpes?: go give someone head.. like some ugly girl who i hate &lt;br /&gt;42. You had three wishes? uno: a car dos:acceptance to UCSB tres:a lover i dont have to love&lt;br /&gt;43. The government allowed you to choose one thing to be made illegal and one thing to be legalized?: legal:stabbing george dubya  illegal: people over the age of forty nine driving&lt;br /&gt;44. Britney Spears was at your front door asking for jumper cables?: have sex with her./ lol&lt;br /&gt;45. You had a time machine?: go back to the 80s so i could wear day glo&lt;br /&gt;46. FOX gave you a half hour show to do whatever you wanted?: id have one of those sex advice shows.. and completely misguide people&lt;br /&gt;por ejemplo; she"my boyfriends has sores on his penis.. but he wants me to perform fellatio..."&lt;br /&gt;            me "honey, those sores are just a minor stage in puberty..."&lt;br /&gt;             she"he's thirty eight"&lt;br /&gt;            me""yeah whatever.. saliva makes them go away!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather.... &lt;br /&gt;47. Would you rather find the cure for cancer or the cure for aids?: cancer&lt;br /&gt;48. Would you rather have the power to fly, or the power to teleport?: teleport... flying is time consuming&lt;br /&gt;49. Would you rather have the power to see the future, or the power to record your dreams?: see the future... dreams tell you what you already feel... &lt;br /&gt;50. Would you rather be really skinny, or really fat?: skinny..because you could fit in places other people couldnt&lt;br /&gt;51. Would you rather be lost in a forest, or stuck in a box: the forest.. there would be wildlife to paly with.. or to be played with by... &lt;br /&gt;52. Would you rather be in a drama movie, or a comedy?: comedy... ? &lt;br /&gt;53. Would you rather be in a hip hop video or a rock video?: well i am white and a guy.. where exactly would i fit into the hip hop video? sure, white girls could pull it off. they just give juvenile head... id be liek the Kraft service guy &lt;br /&gt;54. Would you rather have your birthday on Christmas Day, or on February 29th?: leap year... cuz itd be funny &lt;br /&gt;55. Would you rather live in the sewer, or in Afghanistan?: id be in afghan, like sarah said, what is better than the subjugation of females?? who's gonna vote? not my wife!!!!&lt;br /&gt;56. Would you rather be in a mental institution or in a penitentiary?: mental institution.. you meet bomb ass chicks there&lt;br /&gt;57. Would you rather snow board or hang glide: ive snow boarded... and i spranged my wrist... ill go hang gliding&lt;br /&gt;58. Would you rather be a ninja or a pirate?: since 90 year old johnny depp, everyone and his mother wants to be a pirate, so i will go with a ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing that comes to your mind when you read the following words?&lt;br /&gt;59. Courage: under fire&lt;br /&gt;60. Driver: trucker&lt;br /&gt;61. Yoga: santa cruz&lt;br /&gt;62. Bakery: food&lt;br /&gt;63. Roach: cody (kudos, Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;64. Mushroom: my cousin&lt;br /&gt;65. Sprung: ll cool j&lt;br /&gt;66. Exotic: whore&lt;br /&gt;67. Pythagorean: mr. cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;br /&gt;68. What is your definition of love?: looking into the persons eyes while riding them&lt;br /&gt;69. List 3 words that are clues to identifying a person you are currently interested in: cute, shy, perfect&lt;br /&gt;70. Who or what is your worst enemy?: my job&lt;br /&gt;71. Who is the last person you kicked?: i dont kick... &lt;br /&gt;72. If you had to be a chess piece, which piece would you be?: the one that sluts lick when they are being seductive.. even thouhgh chess isnt seductive. but in teh movie two weeks notice featuring hugh grant and sandra bullock, this one red headed bitch goes "you know whats better than chess?" hugh grants responds "pokemon" and the ugly red head says "strip chess" ya its kind fo liek that&lt;br /&gt;73. Name three people you know whose names begin with the first letter of your last name: H...not happening ?&lt;br /&gt;74. What's one romantic thing somebody's done for you?: oh well someone once... no i did that... &lt;br /&gt;What Is Your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;75. "Girls are nothing but drama.": exactly why they shouldnt be aloud to vote!!!&lt;br /&gt;76. "Only idiots watch The Simpsons.": ya... i gotchu&lt;br /&gt;77. "Kentucky is way better than Cali": ya.. its not legal to sleep with our cousins here&lt;br /&gt;78. "There's nothing wrong with stealing.": ...so long as you are stealing a dildo or flashlight&lt;br /&gt;79. "Alcohol is the answer to ALL your problems.": if you are an Alchie... &lt;br /&gt;81. "Music is stupid.": por que?&lt;br /&gt;82. "Your car sucks.": whatev</content>
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    <title>pull me out from inside; i am ready, i am ready, i am ready, i am.</title>
    <published>2004-10-12T02:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-12T02:27:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Umm... so i guess i am just waiting for things to go back to normal... i guess a big part of me doesnt expect things to, but an even larger part is definitely hoping they will. i dont know... shit like this doesnt allow for a very cool break... but so is life... and fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do miss it... but how do i say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"colorblind" is probably the greatest song ever, yet the only decent song recorded by the counting crows... how unfortunate.</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-10-09T21:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T04:45:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T04:45:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TEN people I enjoy the company of (in no specific order):&lt;br /&gt;1. mark&lt;br /&gt;2. bobby&lt;br /&gt;3. ami&lt;br /&gt;4. bonnie&lt;br /&gt;5. nina&lt;br /&gt;6. chrystal&lt;br /&gt;7. ****&lt;br /&gt;8. stephanie&lt;br /&gt;9. bryon&lt;br /&gt;10. gee gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE current favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. "caring is creepy"-the shins&lt;br /&gt;2. "konstantine"-something corporate&lt;br /&gt;3. "wonderwall"-oasis&lt;br /&gt;4. "sidewalks"-SOTY&lt;br /&gt;5. "better off"-ashlee simpson&lt;br /&gt;6. "what're you waiting for"-gwen stefani&lt;br /&gt;7. anything falloutboy&lt;br /&gt;8. "pieces"-sum 41&lt;br /&gt;9. "run"-snow patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT things im wearing:&lt;br /&gt;1. my fucked up NFG shirt from the whow... with numerous stains&lt;br /&gt;2. a pair of black sweats my dad bought me when all i asked for was a toothbrush and notebook from Alberstsons ???&lt;br /&gt;3. my argyle socks from urban outfitters&lt;br /&gt;4. flannel boxers&lt;br /&gt;5. five bracelets&lt;br /&gt;6. a white Hanes undershirt&lt;br /&gt;7. uh... contact lenses ??? &lt;br /&gt;8. Garnier Fructis shampoo i guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN things on my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1. what it feels like to ahve no friends&lt;br /&gt;2. ****&lt;br /&gt;3. college and all that shit&lt;br /&gt;4. mock trial and its surrounding discomforts&lt;br /&gt;5. my car and how i can afford to have it, or not have it ?&lt;br /&gt;6. only one week of break left&lt;br /&gt;7. hunger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX items I touch everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1. my sexy fuckin' hair&lt;br /&gt;2. my contacts&lt;br /&gt;3. my lips&lt;br /&gt;4. my pillow and little bear&lt;br /&gt;5. my computer&lt;br /&gt;6. my cellular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE things I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1. listen to music&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. wonder&lt;br /&gt;4. pee... granted my bladder is running smoothly&lt;br /&gt;5. talk to my friends on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. go to Fiji with someone i care about&lt;br /&gt;2. become a lawyer, a good one. &lt;br /&gt;3. be good for someone &lt;br /&gt;4. write something ,a novel or what have you, that changes somone elses life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE things I think when I wake up:&lt;br /&gt;1. is it a school day or am i jsut reatarded and always forget to turn off my alarm clock?&lt;br /&gt;2. why did i leave the window open&lt;br /&gt;3. my breath is gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. spaghetti, always and forever bitches.&lt;br /&gt;2. chipotle burritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE person I love more than any other: ther e is no appropriate answer to that question... i am hoping to find one though.</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-10-09T09:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-09T16:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-09T16:41:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ashlee simpson - better off</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so last night i went to the game which was an incredible waste of time and then to Friday Night Lights which was sooo good. really. i know alot of people already plan on seeing it, but it is really good. for sure. go see it. mike winchell is the tightest. k. anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have no friends... nope none... and the ones i do have are either out of town or just kind of recluse. ya thats right. mark is dumb and are everyone else. aw. except for rayner. i lvoe rayner... and we only started becming close this year which is sad becaquse she is moving in two and a half months. she wants to find a guy to bone. i am going to help her. haha. i told her if u cant fuck a dude in monterey, you cant fuck a dude anywhere. she is moving to new jersey... and apparently, according to her though i was unaware, new jersey holds many jewish people ??? so that should be funny... rayner chilling with a bunch of chicks at Hannukkah(sp?). oh ami is a friend too. oh if interested, call my cell which works now, ami is going to ahve a fat party on friday or saturday.. FAT. k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just really disgusted with the people who are assholes with me. it's just kind of like get over it because what did i do. i thought i was a reasonably nice person, but apparently people are not happy with me for reasons they refuse to divulge... that's really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways... i am going to go.</content>
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    <title>and so you said, and so i lied.</title>
    <published>2004-10-08T06:51:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-08T06:51:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i hate everyone. not everyone, because that is just an all too overwhleming umbrella to launch, but i am bitter at alot of people. and they are gay. and they are dumb becasue they arer those select few who i am supposed to trust the most. and i guess as you can find in any pop punk cd, the ones who hurt you the most, are the ones you are supposed to be able to trust... paraphrasing is a biotch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to you... you are an asshole and we have covered this. why you all of the sudden decided to be a dick to me, i dont know. but keep going with that. i am sure it wil lget you far... have fun. i am not calling anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you. you have always been this wishy washy, holier than thou, bitch and it has come to a breaking point. what is your deal? okay. granted you have problems, but bipolar isnt one of them, so stop actling liek such a victim of a social disorder and admit you dont know how to deal with friends. its funny, i thought you didnt like them? oh, no no, you dont. but you will ditch me for them. gotcha. fuck you. i dont expect your call, but if it comes, i'll be sure to return the favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now that that is out of the way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird. awkward. to liek someone, or have some sort of feelings for someone you havent actually met. yeah it is. but i like it. i guess it's alright that i feel completely inferior to them... because well i just do. but they make me happy.. and it's good to ahve that because it's been a while.. .thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow is the game.. i am questioning whether or not to go. there will be a couple of people there whom i am not too excited to encounter. but peter and me and ami are going to see friday night lights afterward. and amis parental are out of town so ... there could be some tight shit going down... i dont know.. i need a fun night. a fun night to forget about dumb people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my konstantine</content>
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    <title>do my words carry more weight than this knife?</title>
    <published>2004-10-05T16:52:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-05T16:52:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fallout boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so today is day two of october break. and i feel jsut as unproductive as i always do. what is sad is that even on days of break i still wake up early so i can never talk to my friends about sleeping in hella late and all the cool shit they are able to do. ysterday, my dad came into my room at 6 30 and woke me up for schoo..i gave him the dirtiest look known to man and asked politely to leave. he came back later at like 7 30 to get something for my little brother, looked down at me  and started yelling, asking me why i wasnt already at school. again, i tilted my head up, gave him the dirtiest look ever, and said "i am off for two weeks. turn off that damn light and leave!"  i dont wake up early, but wake up at a decent hour... 9 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some people are just assholes? and they definitely need to get over themselves... i guess i could do that too but again, this isnt about me... grow the fuck up and get some form of a personality which enables you to think independently and not rely so heavily on others... that would be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i hung out with my bonnie. it was cool. we laid on her couch for at least an hour or two and then got up to go the mall. we saw tyler payne and there and had to have spent at least 40 minutes just talking to him in front of gap, near the sunken garden where joey mcintyre had performed only 5 or so months prior. anyways. it was cool. i like tyler. and he was on his way to hang out with alex mccloskey and well you know how i feel about alex and his nova, watch out allison, watch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. bonnie and i went to go pick up bobby at like 10 and went to blockbuster so we could find something to watch. after anbout half an hour of looknig, we satumbled upon Spun featuring brittany murphy, john leguizamo, mena suvari, patrick fugit, and the fat kid from eman creek. it was awkward and made me want to brush my teeth (apparently speed addicts have trouble with fluoride treatment ... ?) but it was way too i want to be a funnier verson of requiem. and hte fact that i even allow myself to juxtapose requiem and spun also makes me want to brush my teeth, after throwing up of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you are fucking yourself over, if you hadnt realized. though it may not be intentional, iot is still being done... so stop burning bridges. thats gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonnie getting belly pierced!!  why that is news enough for me to put into my lj... i dont know... but? oh ya bon, dont forget to talk to mucahel about you know who... ??? you gotta fuck him. and tape it. because if you dont ... there will be reprecussions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... oh. i cant wait to see Friday Night Lights!!! oh fuck. that movie will be the shit, mos def. noone else whom i ahve propositioned this to has taken the bait and responded with a "yes, me too" ... so if you are one of the apparent few... hit me up, sluts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote Jordan. AsB</content>
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    <title>and you can't seem to believe that life can be this disappointing</title>
    <published>2004-10-02T19:15:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-02T19:15:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the shins</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so everything sucks hardcore right now. i dont kn ow why. like there is no huge reason that all things in my life have gone to shit, but rather a collection of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was homecoming. tight shit. we worked sooo hard on our float. and during hte parade part of "the roaring twenties" sign fell down and we had to glue it back on before it rode across the field. it was aiight though. anyways. yesterday was quite tumutluouss(sp?). i was at the float thursday night until about oh 11 and then went home with the intention of studying for my fat chem test but i was too tired. and my dad and i got into a fat fight so i lost my drive. i woke up at 6 in the morning so i could drive to kayti's house to get coffee for all of the "float committee"... 12 starbucks' between two people i na car driving is no way to live life. but 1 ride and twenty chai tea and white choclate mocha stains on my pants later and we were at school. from there i had to turn in my eagle notebook and talk to kiefer. then 1-3 we worked on the float. it looked awesome. 4th period i took a test for apush and then was lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some god damn sophomores think they are tight and they wrote on the vback of our float. okay. if you are going to deface are float to write "2007", you better right it pretty fucking big and prove you have balls you nasty bitches... they are ugly and a bunch of the chicas of 06 yelled at them. it was funny. one of them cried. i felt kinda bad. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my grades and they go as follows:&lt;br /&gt;math analysis: B which goes to an A&lt;br /&gt;ap english: A- which goes to... double A-???&lt;br /&gt;spanish 3: A+&lt;br /&gt;Ap us history: B which goes to A&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: B&lt;br /&gt;Ceramics: A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a 4.0 . i want ed like a 4.15 or something, just to break that boundary but i am retarded and i hate chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then after school i hated my friends because one of them is a douche and i cant trust him. oh ya, fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hate some others and then everything is gay and i hate everything and that is life because life and living is disappointing and if life is just a big disappointment then tell me, i beg of you, what is the point in persisting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the football game. it was dumb as usual. but i saw someone there and i was happy to see them... that was goodi suppose. at half time, they announced the winners for the float. unfortuantely, for the third year i na row, we were stuck with 2nd. whatever. it is alright though. granted it ruined my evening, but the seniors was good and i am happy for them because i love sam alot. also. it was dumb becasue alot of my friends were like blaming the seniors and saying their's sucked and that wasnt cool. they worked hard and i like them for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monica hugo didnt get homecoming queen... i was sooooo disappointed. but all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have a two week break. fuck it. i dont care. i needed one though... i dont have a cell phone. so that is gay... whatever...</content>
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    <title>Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T03:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T03:09:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fall out boy - the patron saint of liars and fakes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge. I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet. Are you through with me? When it all goes to hell will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face. I'm all ears and I'm all scars to hear you tell me "Boy's like you you try so hard to not look desperate." I'm hanging on. But I still know the way to make your makeup run. Take this to your grave and I'll take it to mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to catch you up to speed, everything's fucked up... and i am not exactly sure what to do about that... and not sure there IS anything to do about that... ? i keep feeling so drained... but i am not sure where the blame is to be placed, which just adds insult to injury... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my nights are spent, hugging thoughts of you. with my arms around the pillow, i can sense a sense of senselessness about the way i go about pursuing you. with my hands on the wheel, and my eyes on the road, the music on the radio doesnt seem to matter much. and as the words bleed into my ears, you flow through my veins, and i cant let go. i put my hands down in surrender, but your not here to see my white flag... you're never here... and i think that's the problem... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll see you tomorrow... and i doubt you'll even care... no doubting, i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss your eyes soo much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need someone to help me get my head right. i have an idea.., but my ideas are shotty, and i have never been a great innovator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>you make me wanna scream</title>
    <published>2004-09-25T16:20:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-25T16:20:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ashlee simpson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so last night was a friday night... which implies, as a junior in the HS, i should've been out all night with friends, et cetera. no, no. this junior was asleep, not ust home, but asleep by 11 o'clock. in case you were unaware... that is depressing... very depressing.&amp;nbsp; but as much as i like to think i hated it, i kind of enjoyed getting more than 6 hours of sleep... i really did... and i woke up calm and at peace... yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i woke up thinking about that person this morning at like 6... and it was cool how i could lay there, thinking about someone i really dont even know that well but all the while imagining some whimsical relationship that i am most definitely sure will never happen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh in case you didn't know.. yesterday was powderpuff... it is tradition that the seniors win beause they are always favored by the refs... and they even were yesterday... but we won... yes we did 7-0&amp;nbsp; HAHA!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Ooh, Aah,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ffff33"&gt;you wish you were&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junior!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;got the text... i got the text... (you make me wanna scream!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mark and i spent about forty five minutes last night dancing to maria's "How to Groove: Hip Hop with Robyn and Moscow" ... yes it was a VHS tape and we danced to it and learned moves such as : the truck driver, top rock, peek-a-boo, the wave, and various other moves meant to be similar to that of "Justin And Britney's"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I know ... she wore a skirt to dance class and didnt really mind that she was like flashing everyone when she did the stretches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bonnie: What a&amp;nbsp;slut...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: well no, i feel bad, someone told me she was autistic...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bonnie: All whores use that as their excuse...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[good times]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-09-22T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-23T05:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-23T05:26:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fallout boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So i am so fuckin' in love right now, it isn't even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- now i am willing to admit, fully, that this said "love" is probably not the purest of hearts ,ro even completely real for that matter. however, i think it means something, or ahs to, when i think about the person and wait, even at 10 o'clock at night , for the class i will share with them the next day. i dont usually get giddy about girls and stuff, but i definitely am giddy, bitches... in a minute i will have to look down at the little thing that asks you how you are feeling, and see if giddy is one of the options... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fuck chemistry... it sucks balls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, nite, is wednesday... and friday is still two days away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... heavily considering quitting my job at Compagno's... my boss is a fucker... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to type... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had something really important to say but at the current time, i cannot think of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday will be fun .powder puff to the fullest, bitches!!!</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-09-22T06:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-22T13:40:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-22T13:40:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday KC(Kase)(Case)(Case of Bass)(Kase of Base)(CK)(et cetera) Bennett!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Hella porn eligible, now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>this is a clue...</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T04:44:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T04:44:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rufus wainwright - hallelujiah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just a few updates, bitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero uno: Mean Creek is the shit... go see that film. it is soo god damn good... enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero dos: apparently, liking someone else makes you totally not like the former... and i am having trouble distinguishing whether or not that is a bad thing... ? &lt;br /&gt;i got a text today... and it was from you know fuckin who!!! ecstatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero tres: i dont have to do work for ms. eagles class for another month... what now sluts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero cuatro: Mean Girls comes out on DVD tomorrow... who's gonna buy it? i am gonna buy it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero 5: 'you said you'd always be there... well where are you now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero seis: i really fuckin' like you... hella bad, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero siete: repeto numero seis...</content>
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    <title>I almost fell into that hole in your life</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T05:41:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T05:41:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you ask me to stay, i guess i can try. but judging by the current, i may not have time to say bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;B&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so life is crazy... as am i . and i am only now beginning to realize the insanity that i am being plagued with. i need &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;someone&lt;/font&gt; so bad right now. and when i someone, some may assume it is in reference to a distinct individual, others may assume it is just rhetorical; even i am not sure of who is specified under "&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;someone&lt;/font&gt;"... and i guess that's the problem... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand other boys could never reach you&lt;br&gt;How could I have been the one&lt;br&gt;I saw the world spin beneath you&lt;br&gt;And scatter like ice from the spoon&lt;br&gt;That was your womb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comin' down the world turned over&lt;br&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br&gt;And I go on as you get colder&lt;br&gt;Or are you someone's prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know the lies they always told you &lt;br&gt;And the love you never knew&lt;br&gt;What's the things they never showed you&lt;br&gt;That swallowed the light from the sun&lt;br&gt;Inside your room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;M&lt;br&gt;so today was dumb. i went to work.. came home.... did homework.. decided i desperately neededa new cellular phone. anyways?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;please dont call me on ur way somewhere to get drunk, while driving, and talk to me about it. you know just as well as i that what you are doing is not an admirable nor virtuous habit. you also know how completely and utterly agianst it i am. and yet you want to talk to me as you slowly descend normalcy and fall into a pathetic realm of inhebriation? that's sad. i can only hope that you are caught but not harmed... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(i &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt;) mi espanola tres clase, ahora tres... (my &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;lover&lt;/font&gt; is in there)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;L&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-09-15T19:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T02:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T02:37:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i guess you reach a point, i seem nott o be stranger to it, where you really question what does and doesnt matter? i'm at that point again... i am looking for intervention.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greyskymourning:30586</id>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-09-14T21:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T04:06:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-15T04:06:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"   It's a luscious mix of words and tricks &lt;br /&gt;That let us bet when you know we should fold &lt;br /&gt;On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped &lt;br /&gt;And the whole mess of roads we're now on.   "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the day following last night has been very melancholy and devoured by sadness/confusedness. i dont know what to do, what to think, who to be, how to act, what to say... and that sort of ambiguity of self can become very disgusting after a while... save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hate everything right now. i tried to ahve a good time today and i couldnt. i even was so retarded that i almost started crying at school... fucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's real sweet when you tell a close friend when they ask wahts wrong "oh.. well my dad told me last night that we are moving to germany in june..." and they respond "oh, that sucks"  -- god... maybe leaving wouldnt be terrible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... i worked on teh float today, did powder puff practice, went to chipotle, went to work ... there is drama everywhere... it is getting to be humorous. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you... damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said "i'd cry!!!"</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-09-13T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T04:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T04:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"i hate myself and i want to die"&lt;br /&gt;-elizabeth wurtzel as pertinent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just to up date you.. o nteh way home from my installation dinner for ASB, my dad tells me in june he plans on moving us to Germany  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty sure i have been crying all night.</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-09-11T17:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T00:32:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-12T00:32:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wait hold on.. Monterey won? yes! we hella fuckin won last night. 26 - 12. so all you cynical fuckers, that would include myself, or bitched about our god damn awful our team is.. well we still amy be, but we are 1 and 0 as of now, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, as probably gather by the preceding, was the football game. mhs v. aptos. it was cool. alot of peopel went to hang out with and we actually won, which is a rarety to say the least. it was chelsea's b day. so i was hugging her lots. then after the game, mark, bobby, g, bonnie, and myself went to Denny's and hung out. it was cool. we ate their shit food and talked and had a good old time. mark told bonnie he would vote for bush if he could and she went off. it was fun . oh, and we saw the Lusk... many of you dont get it, i understand. then i went back to marks and just went to sleep. that's what i love about sleeping at marks. i know i am gonig to at least get 10 hours of sleep there because they go to bed so damn early... anyways... i woke up at 9 came home, got ready for work, went to work, and it sucked. BUT TERRY WAS THERE!!! and then yea.&lt;br /&gt;after work i went to Bobby's for his little brother, Kyle's, baptism/christening. it was really cute. though iam very opposed to the act in itself, it was really cool to see waht one was like and though i felt it to be very ignorant in all of its meaning, and what it stood for, it really was very beauitiful. i came home and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite is the can, fo sHHure. it should be fun.. someone will get in a fight, or fuck, or involve themselves in one sort of debauchery or another... and it will prove to entertain the rest of us. can't fucking wait!!! alright...&lt;br /&gt;i am out.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song suggestion: Snow Patrol :: Run</content>
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    <title>your friendship is as fake as your sickness</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T04:27:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T04:27:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>goo goo dolls - black balloon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so today is tuesday... yesterday was monday... i went to school today... but i didn't go on monday...?  Oh shit. nevermind it was a 3-day weekend. bt just to be tight, i called it a 4 day because friday we went on a maos field trip so that coutns as a free day. fuck sparc/art academy... bitches... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friday: went to wicker park==gay. josh hartnett picks movie roles like stevie wonder picks his own clothes... okay, so that wasnt that funny.. but i think the general idea was conveyed. oh and fyi to all the retarded chicks out there, a unibrow does not give an actor personality, no no, it gives hi ma bad reputation.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night was lame. i worked then went to mal's... watched tv... went to marks.. spent the nite... malhung out for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i went to work at like 11... it was boring as all hell... we didnt do anything. and then i went home.. took a long needed shower and went to bonnie's. we drove around to whole foods. walked around there for aw hile it was cool. then we drove to amrks... and sat there for hours and then got starbucks. and bonnie and i saw my boss in the window of a bar and got scared and started running down alvarado whic hwas weird. then we """stunted""" down alvarado. for the record, stunting is when you bump music, dance to it while driving in  the vehicle, and yell the lyrics of said music at passerbys. oh and for the record, think of this as an asterisk, my car is ugly, i have no system/cd palyer. merely a shitty tape deck with not that nice of speakers... but we """stunted""" like no other, regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. i woke up... that was nice? yes but i woke up at 5 30/6 in the morning for a key club thing. sam, g, allie and i picked up nasty trash around the cannery row area... packs of trash dripped on my leg... it was horrific. then we felt like terrible volunteer(ers) when we retreated to starbucks for some early morning drinks. i didnt purchase anything, but i stell felt the stigma of being a shitty community service person. then i went to G's... hung out... i love ashlee simpson.... went to the mall.... went to the float meeting... went to k mart... what?... went home... slept early early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat fight at school today... tight. went to bobby's after school and made fun of the shitty ass music videos circulating the mtv hits airwaves... bomb ass shit, cuzz... anyways... work sucked... but i deal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;mip-/-tuck is on tonight... damn striaght, fukkers. &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you for nothing more than hating you for what you were...&lt;br /&gt;make it hurt...</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-09-06T06:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T13:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T13:35:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">God... so...&lt;br /&gt;if you are keen and observant, you would have noticedd upon looking at my entry that it is approximately 6 30... am.... yes. that is absolutely ridiculous seeing as how it is a holiday... Labour Day, in fact. that's dumb. we have a thing for key club... we are cleaning up the streets of cannery row... which begs the qyestion, are the streets of cannery row in such a state of disrepair? i must recall that the last time i was there... they weren't TOO bad... but, i fear, my memory doesnt serve me as well as it used to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night was good. i worked til about four. and then came home and lied arond for about an hour and a half. it was peaceful becasue noone else belonging to teh family was home... so it was relaxing. at like 6 i went to bonnie's and we hung out and then decided to leave when fred, her step father, began drilling holes in the ktichen window in preparation for removing it. we went to whole foods. i got macaroni. she got sushi. she was pissed when she found out the supposed crab was really shrimp. then we drove around monterey and went to mark's. we sat there in my car for at least an hour and a half and talked to him. he was threwing bull shit little hissy fits which got increasingly old. but anyways. then bonnie and i drove back to her house and got there at liek 10 30 and talked to her mom for about 2 hours . and seeing as how i was almost asleep, i decided i needed to drive home then in order to be fully concious for the drive. yaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. cannery row... then hopefully kc... then float meeting... then movie con mi madrastra. alright.&lt;br /&gt;later</content>
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    <title>i wonder if you can look at yourself and still see the same person, i sure as hell can't</title>
    <published>2004-09-05T23:42:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-05T23:42:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so anyways-- today is dumb... as was the preceedung.&lt;br /&gt;my eye hurts from work... a piece, no, a slab, of wood fell and hit right below my eye and not iws all red and shit... it hella sucks... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i had work at 3 so i went and it was oring. but we closed early which was good because i was tired. and hten i drove over to mark's house... he wasnt home? even though he said he woul be... so i went to mal's and hung out with her for a while. we kicked it and watched tv. whatever. it was cool. mark came over at about 8. then us 3 went to his house and watched donnie darko. it was cool. i was god damn tired that iwent to sleep atl ike 11 30 and that was good. i woke up this morning at like 9 30 and noone i nhis family was home except maria, his little sister. i knew they were gonig to be gone cuz they had early baseball games but still. so maria and i watched cmt and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work today. it sucked. i got hit by the slab... but it was fun. i worked with jc. we had fun. so whatever,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go. i am suppoed to meet bonnie at her house soon i guess and we will chill. go "tubbing" just kidding. thats for tards. anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it still hurts... i keep hoping that it wont. because when you are friends with someone and then you begin to like them, you start being more hurt and disappointed than having fun. and that sucks. because maybe i do miss just hanging out with that person. but rather, everytime we have been hanging out, i cant hel pbut wish tehere was something more to it... that is the worst feeling ever... and soon you begin to feel like those middle aged guys on tv... the ones who still havent found someone... do i really want to be forty years old before i actually.someone actually love(s) me? no...</content>
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    <title>and i became the sort of friend that a friend would like to have</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T15:49:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-04T15:49:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so last night and yesterday were friday. ummm thursday sucked and iw as up late doing dumb homework. friday morning we embarked on our first maos trip of junior year. it was cool. the time was spent hanging out with lauren and bonnie and mark... and whatever... it wasnt school so i had an alright time.  then we got back, went to dumb ceramics, and that was dumb.  after ceramics, i went to mark's and i fell asleep on his couch and we were supposed to take chelsea to v ball practice but since i was asleep, mark forgot. she was pissed. it was about 4 30 when we realizes g and bon were waiting still at the mall for us. so at about 5 we left and met up and shit. it was cool. we saw wicker park, now dont say i knew that looked like shit, because i really did. i told them, before entering the theatre that this movie would be ridiuclously aweful. they didnt heed my advice. and it was. but terrible movies like that are really fun because you, and the rest of the theatre spend the entire time laughing at it. ah. then we were syppoased to go to chelseas because her parents were out of town. bt it was like 10 30 and his mom wanted him home. so i left his house and hung out with neen for a while. it as cool.. chill... but i was hella tired so i couldnt do much of anything...</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-08-31T21:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-01T04:54:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-01T04:54:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am tired. long day. it's cool. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating... and i realize that now, i only update to cater to my procrastination. i dont like posting, i dont care to, but i have nothing better to occupy my time with then to spill into this lame fuck. so i will proceed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my shit in the mail... cant wait til tomorrow, cant wait. ... find me and you'll see tite shit... i promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked hanging out tonight... thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone to bed.</content>
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    <title>greyskymourning @ 2004-08-30T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-31T05:11:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-31T05:11:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel so reluctant to be talking/writing. and i dont know why. a wave of anxiety brushed over me tonite and i really dont know what to do. but its okay. tis not the BAD anxiety, just the nervy kind. hey, can waves BRUSH? nay, crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was school, for those of you unaware... and that was alright. i hate math analysis, seeing as how i received an awful grade on my last test, and whatever. ms eagle's calss is lovely. the time flies and i just love listening to her speak. it is amazing. amazing. anyways. spanish is funny... i got paid a dollar by el maestro to walk around school for more than 10 but less than twenty minutes. dont ask why, for i fear i do not ahve the answer. ap us history is an absolute joke. chemistry sucks and ceramics is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh while he was "talking to you" he was also talknig to someone else... not to institute the dramatics, but hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i am talknig to miran, and now i really want pie. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;key club tomorrow. be there, because half of the school will be, apparently?</content>
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