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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 23:39:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Something terrible happened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spike Bitch Noodle is no longer with us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you want to pay your respects,&amp;nbsp;leave comments.&amp;nbsp; If I had the space, I would have a wake.&amp;nbsp; But, given the circumstances, this will have to do.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First of all, let me just say that Spike Bitch Noodle&amp;nbsp;might not have died--she escaped.&amp;nbsp; This was her second escape, actually.&amp;nbsp; We just had a harder time finding her than last time.&amp;nbsp; The first time she escaped, we found her after two hours of searching--she had dug herself up into the bottom of the couch.&amp;nbsp; We later discovered that she had stopped up her wheel with bedding and crawled up the side of it, pushing off the lid (which is mysterious in itself, considering the lid has edges which hook onto the sides of the cage), and escaping.&amp;nbsp; Wise to her tricks, I took out nearly half of the bedding and put books on the top of her cage.&amp;nbsp; She got out the same way.&amp;nbsp; Either she&apos;s way stronger than I thought, or I should&apos;ve named her Spike Bitch Houdini Noodle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&apos;s possible that she didn&apos;t die, and rather took some time to go home for the holidays.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m clinging on to that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, realistically... Well, I&apos;m not getting my hopes up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spike Bitch Noodle was a lovely hamster.&amp;nbsp; Her favorite activities included sleeping, eating, biting me, and pondering the world.&amp;nbsp; She was an intellectual, and will not soon be forgotten.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures of my lovely Spike Bitch Noodle in all her glory.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Okay, so I helped out with that one a little. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss her.&amp;nbsp; If you want to console me, try chocolate/flowers.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 13:20:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yeah, I know, I&apos;m updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to get a job.  Its serving and crap at Mocha Joes, but considering my financial situation, I&apos;ll take what I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Richmond to see Coraline last night.  They kicked ass, especially compared to the other bands that were there, but for some reason the show was held in the parking lot in front of Hastings and the store managers closed down the store halfway through their set.  Bitches.  But, Jackie went with me, and that made it 67 times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for something offensive but delightful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://members.aol.com/kunoichi133/henry16.gif&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bunnysnoog.cyborgcow.net/index.html&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted a cute lil&apos; tempura fetus&lt;br /&gt;from Fetusmart! mm..yummy. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2005 05:14:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t believe I&apos;m giving in like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, everyone.  I finally sucked it up and made a fucking myspace.  And I hate myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/xdrownedinafire&quot;&gt;http://www.myspace.com/xdrownedinafire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t forget the X.  Minus the X was taken.  Weirdo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still young, so friend me up, everyone.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2005 22:34:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Ozzfest was awesome, even though I&apos;m burnt to a crisp.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m vaguely stopsign-esque.&amp;nbsp; I have a&amp;nbsp;bunch of pictures, I&apos;ll post them as soon as I get less lazy. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh, and here&apos;s a little &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for fun.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Blatantly stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_racrichton&apos; lj:user=&apos;racrichton&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://racrichton.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://racrichton.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;racrichton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Directions: Type &quot;(your name) is&quot; with the quotes, into a Google search then pick out your favorite 10 responses.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Copy, then repost your responses:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. I believe, though, that Hannah is an angel and put here on this earth to teach us.&lt;br&gt;2. Hannah is growing fast. She picks up a few new words (Dutch and English) every day.&lt;br&gt;3. Gus enters and gives an apple to Hannah.&lt;br&gt;4. Hannah is in good health. She didn&apos;t have any parasites, she was heartworm negative, and her teeth need a cleaning but I don&apos;t expect her to lose many.&lt;br&gt;5. Hannah bruises easily and cries easily (which is always our first clue that she is not feeling well). &lt;br&gt;6. Hannah is utterly terrified of going outside for any reason&lt;br&gt;7. Hannah is now 8 months old and we&apos;re starting to work with the passy&lt;br&gt;8. Hannah is arrested but the officer refuses to press charges because he is secretly attracted to her&lt;br&gt;9. Hannah is exposing her talent to a whole new audience&lt;br&gt;10. Hannah is also available for psychic readings&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 16:06:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I had heard Shadows Fall before, but recently discovered that they have 3 songs that are nothing short of, I kid you not, relaxing.&amp;nbsp; I had only really been familiar with songs like &quot;Destroyer of Senses&quot; and &quot;What Drives The Weak&quot;, but since I picked up the album The Art of Balance, I was pretty surprised.&amp;nbsp; Those two songs give them the impression of being nothing but hardass metal, while the songs Casting Shade, Prelude To Disaster, and Lead Me Home (from a different CD) are really... well, pretty.&amp;nbsp; If you wanna hear &apos;em, IM me and I&apos;ll send &apos;em.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, Ozzfest is tomorrow, and I get to see &apos;em.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m excited.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But ok, enough music rant for the time being.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Same old summer things going on.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, thats another way of saying &quot;jack shit is going on&quot;.&amp;nbsp; In a week I&apos;m leaving for Hilton Head with the family- yeah, mom&apos;s side.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m sucking it up because I want to see my step brother and sister, and plan on trying to keep things peaceful between my mother and I.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh, and just FYI...&amp;nbsp; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trivium, Rob Zombie, Killswitch Engage, As I Lay Dying, Mudvayne, Shadows Fall, In Flames, Arch Enemy, Soilwork, Mastodon, A Dozen Furies, The Haunted, Black Dahlia Murder, Bury Your Dead, It Dies Today, Gizmachi, Wicked Wisdom (ok, seriously, download some of their stuff.... its so weird- for Ozzfest, anyway), Velvet Revolver, Black Label Society, and the original Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; will.&amp;nbsp; RULE.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2005 16:04:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>People can be fucking fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 21:57:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Everyone, come say hello to &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spike Bitch Noodle is a very, very fat hamster.&amp;nbsp; Spike Bitch Noodle is so fat, she sleeps like this. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Spike Bitch Noodle has gotten so fat, she can hardly fit on her hamster wheel.&amp;nbsp; Last night, she tried to get on, got stuck, and knocked the whole damn thing over.&amp;nbsp; I woke up to an ungodly hamster sound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Spike Bitch Noodle dies, I hope to get a hedgehog.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;But don&apos;t get me wrong, I love my Spike Bitch Noodle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Puking Up Pain (5:50:54 PM): I got a fresh hemp necklace.&lt;br&gt;zepHyrblue32 (5:51:01 PM): well, I have a fat hamster.&lt;br&gt;zepHyrblue32 (5:51:02 PM): so, pshaa.&lt;br&gt;Puking Up Pain (5:51:15 PM): Hemp necklace &amp;gt; fat ass hamster&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I happen to strongly disagree.&amp;nbsp; Everyone who thinks Spike Bitch Noodle owns more than a hemp necklace, say &quot;I&quot;. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 04:51:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I have nothing to say.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I would hate to rob you of a livejournal post, so I&apos;m going to post a couple pictures that make me smile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Thats me smooching Carol.&amp;nbsp; How cute.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;HA.&amp;nbsp; Oh man.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2005 15:52:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jimmy had his graduation party.  Talk to me personally for the details of that one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July was alright, because I &amp;lt;3 fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And swimming with Jackie, Jimmy, and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach kind of hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where I got two tattoos of those stupid little Smarties candies on my hips, but they were growing strings (I dont know either), so they had to get dug out with a knife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2005 04:28:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I re-did my hair color crap because I had roots growing in like mad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m such a&amp;nbsp; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/Drownedinafire/Picture153.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Look, you can see my hamster in that one.&lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2005 03:29:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Got back from Cedar Point with Jackie the other day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She and I left for 3 days, making the 4 and a half hour trip in the midafternoon and staying in a hotel a couple minutes from the theme park.&amp;nbsp; We took her car.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Went on, I think, every roller coaster in the park.&amp;nbsp; Cedar point has been, for the past 7 years, rated the best theme park in the world.&amp;nbsp; They have more record breaking rides than any other park.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ll spare you details, except the ones about how she and I almost died.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&quot;Top Thrill Dragster&quot; is the world&apos;s fastest rollercoaster at 125 mph, 420 feet into the air.&amp;nbsp; Essentially, a train is shot off by rollers at the start, then takes the rest of the ride on its built up momentum.&amp;nbsp; Straight forward at 125, straight up into the air, over a hill, then a spiral straight towards the ground.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was closed the whole first and second day we were at the park.&amp;nbsp; On the third day, a couple hours before we had decided to head home, empty test trains began running down the tracks.&amp;nbsp; A line started to form outside of the gate, and Jackie and I hopped in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We stood right where the people are in the picture and watched as the last test car came in.&amp;nbsp; The first train was loaded up, and rolled forward towards the launch site.&amp;nbsp; People were cheering, and the riders looked nervous.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;People had gathered and stood to watch the passengers be shot into the sky.&amp;nbsp; The lights lit and the engines gave a roar, and claps and cheers erupted from the crowd again.&amp;nbsp; Lights lit yellow, then green, and the train was sent at a mind-boggling speed up into the air and straight up the tracks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They went straight down the track, up the hill, to the curve 420 feet in the air... and stopped.&amp;nbsp; The entire crowd let out a gasp as the train full of screaming people slowly rolled backwards, then picked up speed and raced back down the track.&amp;nbsp; A moment of silence, then another gasp as the crowds realized that another train had been moved up to the launch site and that it looked like the two were going to collide.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somehow they didnt.&amp;nbsp; The train was rolled back to the launch site and an employee walked up to the train.&amp;nbsp; &quot;The coaster hasnt been worked in a while,&quot; he explained, &quot;so the pressure just hasn&apos;t built up yet.&amp;nbsp; You&apos;re welcome to get off now, but if you want to stay on, the pressure is looking better this time.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They all stayed on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course, Jackie and I stayed in line and were on the 4th(ish, I think) train up.&amp;nbsp; The first few gave the same scare in that they got unusually slow at the top.&amp;nbsp; The second time for the first train almost didnt make it again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The unity a crowd of strangers can pick up in a situation like that is amazing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, that was my near-death experience.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, so I didnt come that close to dying, but it makes for a good story anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I came home and was greeted by a dozen roses, a box of chocolate, stuffed animals, a heart shaped balloon, a &quot;welcome home!&quot; poster, and Jimmy in a suit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It... was... adorable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Good vacation.&amp;nbsp; People wanna hang out?&amp;nbsp; call me.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2005 16:36:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I woke up at 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what day it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this summer thing is alright.</description>
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  <description>If you&apos;re bored and wanna make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;4. How have I affected you?&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;6. What&apos;s the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you think we will be friends?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you ever consider dating me ?&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you hug me?&lt;br /&gt;12. Physically, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;13. Emotionally, what stands out?&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wish I was cooler?&lt;br /&gt;15. On a scale of 1-10, how hott am I?&lt;br /&gt;16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it&lt;br /&gt;17. Am I loveable?&lt;br /&gt;18. How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;19. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you know what makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you know what makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;26. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;27. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;28. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;29. When&apos;s the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn&apos;t?&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you think I could kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;32. Have we ever kissed?&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you think I miss you?&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you going to put this on your livejournal and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2005 17:47:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this.&lt;br /&gt;cracks.&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.storewars.org/flash/&quot;&gt;http://www.storewars.org/flash/&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2005 03:44:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;...Chinese kung fu is usually based on the movements and styles of animals.  A few traditional examples would be tiger, lion, monkey, dog, crane, or toad...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/Drownedinafire/Picture009.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/Drownedinafire/Picture011.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2005 17:48:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Had orange chicken for lunch.  Phan Shin owns.  Yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is officially my last day of school.  I go in at 9:30, and leave 2 hours later.  It&apos;ll feel good to be a senior.  My last exam is a project for Sports/Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr D- &quot;So, for your exam, you gotta pick a sport and present it to the cla-&quot;&lt;br /&gt;me- &quot;KARATE!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Its karate.  I&apos;m gonna take a few action shots of myself beating up innocent bystanders.  If any rock, I&apos;ll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first concert in the park uptown.  I&apos;m going to try to go.  Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <description>Tell me something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I&apos;m not in a bad mood or anything.  Just wanna hear something pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT- I changed my industrial for the first time successfully.  I just thought you all should know, but I didnt wanna make a seperate entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/Drownedinafire/Picture05_500.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 20:06:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>New livejournal look, same livejournal flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously.  If you&apos;re linking through your friends page, take a minute and check out the new look.</description>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN-LEFT: 30px&quot;&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok, woo!&amp;nbsp; I promised pictures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course, none of them are of prom.&amp;nbsp; But, a lot of em are me.&amp;nbsp; So, enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;First of all, my birthday.&amp;nbsp; The bubble snuck into my house and, uh... &quot;decorated&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, those are my toenails.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;That last one is Adrienne&apos;s hair.&amp;nbsp; Ok, so here are a few random ones of me.&amp;nbsp; I got a haircut a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; I look kinda pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;And, as promised, the industrial.&amp;nbsp; In these pictures, I had just caught it on something, and it was a little swollen.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, you get the idea.&amp;nbsp; If I get better ones, I&apos;ll put those up.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;So, yeah.&amp;nbsp; I think thats it.&amp;nbsp; I have more, I swear... I&apos;ll have em up before too long, probably.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2005 02:06:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Everyone out there, listen to &quot;Meeting Again For The First Time&quot; by Poison The Well.  If you cant, IM me and I&apos;ll send it to you.  I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway.  I promise I&apos;m gonna start updating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why I opened this up.  I dont have a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost over, I guess.  Its impossible to believe how many people I see every day that are going to be leaving forever.  How many of them I&apos;ll never see again.  Makes me wonder if theres anything I should say to them first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means one more year until I have to start figuring out my own shit for my life.  God, I feel so far behind in that whole stupid game.  Like I should know so much more by now than I do.  Fuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at new cars since my cougar is with my mom.  Well, new used ones.  New to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer should be okay.  I&apos;m not sure if I&apos;m going anywhere (nobody tells me until at max a day or two ahead of time), but I&apos;m going to try to find a more steady job and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, its supposed to be a great summer for concerts, even though I dont think this years lineup for Warped is even comparable to last years (yeah, even though I couldnt get there).  Anyone interested in coming with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess its like I always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/Drownedinafire/phuket.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2005 22:08:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I know, I know, I&apos;m really bad at updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I guess I&apos;ll throw in a brief update of my life, since you all keep bitching and I really dont have time for a real one.  I&apos;ll post pics as soon as my computer stops hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Had the best birthday.  Ever.  Ever ever ever.  For anyone and everyone who made it fantastic, I love you.  &lt;br /&gt;*Officially moved out of my mom&apos;s house and in with my dad.  I wont post the details; If you&apos;re really that interested, drop me a call or an IM. It left me carless and I had to get a new celly.  373-0803.&lt;br /&gt;*Finally got my industrial piercing on my right ear.  I&apos;m holding off on pics until the swelling goes down a little bit.  Anyway, its hot.&lt;br /&gt;*Prom is saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;*Got hit in the nose with a soccer ball and the top part is a little bit of a bloody bruised mess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I&apos;mma put for now.  Expect a real update real soon.&lt;br /&gt;I love love love you all.</description>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Ebonics translator + Hannah = hours of fun. I&apos;m serious. Just to waste your time, this is my latest journal entry, re-created ghetto style.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;I&apos;m listening ta System o&apos; uh Down&apos;s&quot;Steal This Album!&quot; fo&apos; da first tyme in what mus&apos; be years. I had forgotten how great dis here CD iz. You know how every so often ya hear uh song ya havent heard in forever, an&apos; still manage ta know all o&apos; da werdz? It just makes ya smile. Yeah, thats what I&apos;m doin&apos;. brace yourself foo&apos;! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I turn ta sand, &lt;br&gt;You took me by da hand, &lt;br&gt;And declared, dat love prevails over all. with muh beeotch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;So true. I wish some other peeps wuz able ta see dat. I&apos;m getting tired o&apos; petty dating around. Maybe summer will change dat. But, fo&apos; now at least, I cant th&apos;o&apos;t o&apos; anythin&apos; I wants mo&apos; than ta gots someone care enough about me ta win me over, in uh fairy tale sort o&apos; way. A real nig dat don&apos; take &quot;no&quot; fo&apos; an answer. I mean, iz dat too much ta ax? I&apos;m starting ta th&apos;o&apos;t it might be. Oh well, I like ta be surprised. Hint hint, ah guess. you know das right!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;I gots uh problem dat I cannot explain &lt;br&gt;I gots nahh reasons why it should gots been so plain, &lt;br&gt;Have nahh questions but I sure gots excuse &lt;br&gt;I lack da reason why I should be so confused, &lt;br&gt;I don&apos; know, how I feel when I&apos;m around ya... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Jackie gets mad when I jive ta her deez days, an&apos; Jimmy iz mad at me fo&apos; da thousandth tyme, so I dont really gots many peeps ta jive ta about da latest goings-on o&apos; muh ma fuckin life. I&apos;m afraid ta trust peeps, I th&apos;o&apos;t, so its hard fo&apos; me ta open up ta peeps. I just need ta run out into da open an&apos; scream or somethin&apos;. Yeah. Don&apos;t make me come ovah there bitch... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The road keeps moving clouds, &lt;br&gt;The clouds become unreal, &lt;br&gt;I guess I&apos;ll always be at home slap mah fro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial,Helvetica,Geneva&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;For being such uh rock-ish album, it really has some deep lyrics. just like mammy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Thats all I gots ta say.&amp;nbsp; peace out, otay buh-weet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;zepHyrblue32: dude, just wait until I update my journal.&lt;br&gt;Subtle Saviour: Will it be dramatic and record breaking?&lt;br&gt;zepHyrblue32: yes.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 01:29:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m listening to System of a Down&apos;s &quot;Steal This Album!&quot; for the first time in what must be years. I had forgotten how great this CD is. You know how every so often you hear a song you havent heard in forever, and still manage to know all of the words? It just makes you smile. Yeah, thats what I&apos;m doing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I turn to sand,&lt;br&gt;You took me by the hand,&lt;br&gt;And declared, that love prevails over all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So true.&amp;nbsp; I wish some other people were able to see that.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m getting tired of petty dating around.&amp;nbsp; Maybe summer will change that.&amp;nbsp; But, for now at least, I cant think of anything I want more than to have someone care enough about me to win me over, in a fairy tale sort of way.&amp;nbsp; A real man that doesnt take &quot;no&quot; for an answer.&amp;nbsp; I mean, is that too much to ask?&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m starting to think it might be.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, I like to be surprised.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hint hint,&amp;nbsp;i guess.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a problem that I cannot explain&lt;br&gt;I have no reasons why it should have been so plain,&lt;br&gt;Have no questions but I sure have excuse&lt;br&gt;I lack the reason why I should be so confused,&lt;br&gt;I don&apos;t know, how I feel when I&apos;m around you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jackie gets mad when I talk to her these days, and Jimmy is mad at me for the thousandth time, so I dont really have many people to talk to about the latest goings-on of my life.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m afraid to trust people, I think, so its hard for me to open up to people.&amp;nbsp; I just need to run out into the open and scream or something.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road keeps moving clouds,&lt;br&gt;The clouds become unreal,&lt;br&gt;I guess I&apos;ll always be at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For being such a rock-ish album, it really has some deep lyrics.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thats all I have to say.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2005 00:49:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So, spring break has finally decided to arrive.&amp;nbsp; And thank god for that, school can really wear you down.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m not really going anywhere, so if any of you wanna hang out, definitely hit me up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jackie&apos;s birthday was the other day.&amp;nbsp; We got her a sand crab.&amp;nbsp; Not just any old crab, mind you, I mean a huge, spikey fucker.&amp;nbsp; Jackie was scared of it.&amp;nbsp; It left a bloody hole in my finger, too, when I tried to pet it.&amp;nbsp; Silly thing.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m loving the warm weather.&amp;nbsp; Its delightful, it really is.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And yeah, I know you&apos;re all curious about the changes in my love life, so I&apos;ll give you a brief summary of the recent events.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Any of you that know me at all know that I dated Rob (Crichton) freshman year, and that our breakup really... well, fucked me up.&amp;nbsp; Classes changed for the semester, and I found out that he and I share 6th period.&amp;nbsp; Jimmy is in there, too.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s one giant ball of awkward.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ll get to that.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I finally manage to let Rob go and move on, but it was&amp;nbsp;a hard road to go down.&amp;nbsp; Next thing I know, he&apos;s into me again, and wants to see me again.&amp;nbsp; Of all things that could&apos;ve happened to me, this was the most unpredictable.&amp;nbsp; But, of course, now that he wants me, I dont know if I want him.&amp;nbsp; He&apos;s changed a lot over the years.&amp;nbsp; I guess we&apos;ll see. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;So, yeah.&amp;nbsp; The drama lives on.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Oh, and in case any of you are curious, here are the answers to the songs that nobody managed to figure out.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. &quot;Well I&apos;m tasting you, you&apos;re tasting me, I&apos;m taking pleasure in the enemy&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Element Eighty, &quot;Rabies&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11. &quot;Console yourself, you&apos;re better alone... Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck... Absorb yourself, you&apos;re better alone... Destroy yourself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lamb Of God, &quot;Laid To Rest&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;18. &quot;Identity, fantasy, heresy, killing me...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Static-X, &quot;The Only&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;22. &quot;Perception brought wisps of irreverence, lasting days beyond understanding... the stain of grief in stretched emotion, flaunts the hangings of distant loves...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Himsa, &quot;Sense Of Passings&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;23. &quot;There is this face in the still water, I can&apos;t remember ever wearing... like fingerprints on your heart, reading out the last lines of code...To the untrained eye a secret, I bled away the last of you&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dark Tranquility, &quot;Monochromatic Stains&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;25. &quot;There are times when the road gets dark, seem to have lost my way. Sophisticated abuse of reason, day after day... Oh no please come for me, for me and my XXXXXXXX XXXX&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Probot, &quot;My Tortured Soul&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;28. &quot;No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Radiohead, &quot;A Punchup At&amp;nbsp;A Wedding&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;
&lt;p&gt;34. &quot;Still she hasnt seen sun, but I promise you now when she wakes there will be none... Dont know how she gets by, sleeps with a phone on her chest and a bottle thats totally dry&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sevendust, &quot;Xmas Day&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (this is one of my favourite songs, I&apos;m ashamed none of you figured this one out)&lt;/p&gt;
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Congratulations to anyone who managed to answer any of my song lyrics things.&amp;nbsp; Heres the list, if you see them around give them a good ole pat on the back.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Mikey- 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anna- 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emily- 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kait- 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Clint- 5&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Racx- 5&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Scoot- 6&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;w00t for you all.&amp;nbsp; Here are the lyrics you all didnt manage to figure out... I added another line or two to each of them.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. &quot;Well I&apos;m tasting you, you&apos;re tasting me, I&apos;m taking pleasure in the enemy&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. &quot;I hadnt heard a word from you in how long, you just dropped in off the face...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. &quot;life is so boring, its really got me snoring, I&apos;m wearing out the flooring in a cheap hotel&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. &quot;She&apos;d done this kind of thing before, choking back on this disease--dressed to kill, to die her pretty face hides&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9. &quot;see what&apos;s inside all the things you will find, can you see yourself doing that?&amp;nbsp; When you&apos;re out on the move seeking something to prove, can you see yourself doing that?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11. &quot;Console yourself, you&apos;re better alone... Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck... Absorb yourself, you&apos;re better alone... Destroy yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. &quot;Chemical burns and the animalistic, I&apos;m just anohter harline psuedo-statistic&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;17. &quot;What happened to integrity?&amp;nbsp; I dont see it on MTV.&amp;nbsp; All I see is choreography, and I&apos;ll never be a dancer.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;18. &quot;Identity, fantasy, heresy, killing me...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;19. &quot;Starlit nights when I awoke from the cushioned coils, eyes pouring their little hearts.&amp;nbsp; It didn&apos;t feel normal&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;20. &quot;Ich bin das reiter, du bist das raus...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;22. &quot;Perception brought wisps of irreverence, lasting days beyond understanding... the stain of grief in stretched emotion, flaunts the hangings of distant loves...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;23. &quot;There is this face in the still water, I can&apos;t remember ever wearing... like fingerprints on your heart, reading out the last lines of code...To the untrained eye a secret, I bled away the last of you&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;25. &quot;There are times when the road gets dark, seem to have lost my way.&amp;nbsp; Sophisticated abuse of reason, day after day... Oh no please come for me, for me and&amp;nbsp;my XXXXXXXX XXXX&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;28. &quot;No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;29. &quot;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating, anticipating all the fucked up feelings again... The hurt inside inside is fading, this shit&apos;s gone way too far... All this time I&apos;ve been waiting, no I cannot grieve anymore...&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;31. &quot;On your back, look on to me, you&apos;ll see genocide... face from death, more than insane profain pleading cries...&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;34. &quot;Still she hasnt seen sun, but I promise you now when she wakes there will be none... Dont know how she gets by, sleeps with a phone on her chest and a bottle thats totally dry...&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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