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  <updated>2006-10-16T20:58:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:biofire84:9007</id>
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    <title>In which our hero describes those with who he has social interactions with in the city.</title>
    <published>2006-10-16T20:58:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-16T20:58:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kevine Devine - Ballgame</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just wrote these out for chelsea to show her irish boy the subtleties between these three groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-  Taken from the term emotional.Normally restricted for those under the age of 17. This group normally enjoys proudly displaying their emotions derived from music written through life experiences they will never have. They can normally be found crying,getting drunk on O'Douhls, and writing bad poetry with images of dead unicorns lieing in dried up rivers during a cloudy afternoon. They view themselves as the only people in the world who experience pain and suffering, which is normally having their highschool sweetheart breaking up with them at its apex, rather than any real problems. They are sometimes confused with goth kids because of their use of makeup, and the fact that the males of the group can be found in womens jeans making for an androgenous look.  They destroyed what started out as a promising music scene which began with Rites of Spring, Mineral etc. and turned it into a bunch of screaming ,three chords, and breakdowns with high whiny vocals.There musical taste is anything with alot of whining, which they can live vicariously through, or a hot lead singer with a penchant for teeny boppers who want to "rebel"&lt;br /&gt; ex. Dashboard Confessional. Piebald etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster - a variation on the word hip, used to classify those who flock to a scene and try to be on the cutting edge. They are normally clothed in suede shows, glasses, and have multiple tattoos all of which have absolutly no meaning. The can normally be found in small dingy bars with a small stage, for "intimate" concerts with performers who really aren't that good, but whos repetoir can be recited the alpha male of the group who uses his trivial knowledge of obscure music as a status symbol. They want to be beatnicks but sadly where born too late, and can't make any real lasting art&lt;br /&gt;examples of their taste include any band they can place on a t shirt and proudly announce they knew them before the EP came out&lt;br /&gt;ex. Decemberists, Architecture in Helsinki, Manitoba etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenester - (see hipster) A scenester is a hipster who doesn't really have a defined musical taste. They neeed to be in touch with the indie scene at all times, and through constant bar crawls trying to find back alley shows they have become drunks. They will only drink Pabst Blue Ribbon trying to add to the fact that they are poor sensitive artists, this is a blatent lie however because they most likely attend NYU and are bankrolled by their parents. They would suck you off for a dollar, if you told them it was the new biggest fad in europe, because they would want to take credit for its explosion in the US.  They dress like want to be eurotrash, and can be found in thrift stores when not in bars.  BIOFIRE84 (4:38:02 PM): They will listen to anything if you tell them it will be big in a year or so, or if the band only has a demo on cassette.&lt;br /&gt; ex. Sigur Ros, Animal Collective, anything else that makes them feel pretentious</content>
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    <title>panic in jeffs head</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T05:08:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T05:08:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been having panic attacks (for lack of a better term) alot lately. I just lay awake and stare at the ceiling my heart tenses up,my breathing gets really shallow, and for some reason I just feel like Im going to cry. I don't know whats bringing it on or how to stop them. I just feel like Im slowly going down a road I don't want to be on. School started again which is good but at the same time I feel like I'm never going to do anything with my degree, or amount to anything. I feel like I'm always going to be that dunken ass and its how everyone sees me.I cut down on my drinking and have been hanging out in my new apt alot more but it just gives me more time to think, and it gets depressing. I know I have no real problems, but I just keep thinking I'll be bartending for a really long time and never complete most of my goals. On top of that I have this feeling deep down that I will be alone for a very long time, its not helping that alot of my friends have left the city and Im feeling more and more isolated. I really need to stop being hung up on little things/people.End of bitching, sorry about this post but Im going through an attack right now and I thought writing this down would help.</content>
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    <title>List of the things occuring over the weekend</title>
    <published>2006-03-29T19:04:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-29T19:04:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rx Bandits - Analog Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My life in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Bestman at a Scientology wedding this weekend&lt;br /&gt;  - Giving a toast that I was complemented on. This was important because it meant I was able to hold my objections to the wedding in&lt;br /&gt;  - Smoking cigars and driving down the LA Freeway at 100 mph while singing Lost Prophets/RBF/TBS/Coheed  &lt;br /&gt;  - Smoking more cigars and looking over the hollywood hills from a gorgeous upperdeck in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;  - Breakfeast in bed every morning&lt;br /&gt;  - Dealing with crazy people telling me that psychiatrists are the devil, and I should help there anti-psychiatry museums cause.&lt;br /&gt;  - Realizing L.Ron Hubbard was a horrid writer&lt;br /&gt;  - Hanging out in Santamonica, playing on the muscle beach equipment and smoking more cigars&lt;br /&gt;  - Eating really expensive steaks&lt;br /&gt;  - Realizing JP is still basically the same kid as when he left</content>
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    <title>War</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T21:19:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T21:19:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Streetlight Manifesto - Keasby Nights re recording</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I declare war on Matt!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:biofire84:7517</id>
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    <title>V-Day</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T09:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-10T09:20:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joggers - Wicked Light Sleeper</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Soooooo............ last year was one of the only times I have ever acknowledged Valentines day as a real holiday, why does it feel weird to be alone this year? Shouldn't it be like the other 17 when I didn't by into holidays manufactured by greeting card companies? I'm going to end up cooking a meal for Zorik and Justin, which is kind of sad. Anyone want to save me from cooking a gourmet meal for two gay men/ eating chocolates and ice cream? Well than wake some plans with me for the 14th!</content>
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    <title>Stolen from Maria</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T19:55:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-23T19:55:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Pogues -  Sally Maclennane</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Jeff&amp;amp;gender=m" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Jeff!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff can fly at an average speed of fifteen kilometres an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of Jeff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the 1600s, tobacco was frequently prescribed to treat headaches, bad breath and Jeff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smelly fluid secreted by skunks is colloquially known as Jeff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff can use only about ten percent of his brain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scientists have discovered that Jeff can smell the presence of autism in children!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The horns of Jeff are made entirely from hair!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Jeffometer is used to measure Jeff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff can clean his ears with his tongue, which is over thirty-nine inches long!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that nothing can harm me!</content>
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    <title>Weezer - The Good Life</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T23:44:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T23:44:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Excuse the bitchin' - I shouldn't complain&lt;br /&gt;I should have no feeling, 'cuz feeling is pain&lt;br /&gt;As everything I need is denied me&lt;br /&gt;And everything I want is taken away from me&lt;br /&gt;But who have I got to blame?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody but me</content>
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    <title>biofire84 @ 2006-01-04T18:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-04T23:46:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-04T23:46:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tracy Chapman - Fast Car</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Anyplace is better&lt;br /&gt;  Starting from zero got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe we'll make something&lt;br /&gt;  Me myself I got nothing to prove......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is weird. New Years was ridiculous,it made me realize I am sick of hipsters though, and I need to meet new people. Pete came in on monday, it was a lot of fun and involved transexuals, lots of shots, carbombs, 3 of his roommates from down south (all of whom were awesome), Chad Ross referring to himself in the third person constantly,100's of dollars worth of liquor, learning I can tell the guy at cooper 35 I'll pay later on this week, free drinks, learning if I talk to bartenders I can get people into bars even if they don't have ID's,trash talking the karaoke host, dancing in the middle of Vasmay. I didn't really do much after wandering around Little Italy on tuesday, my hangover put me to sleep pretty early. Overall I just need to pull shit together and find some new people, find new places. &lt;br /&gt;  In other news tattoos this week. Ryu and Ken will be on my back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ....So remember we were driving driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;   The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;   City lights lay out before us&lt;br /&gt;   And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;   And I had a feeling that I belonged&lt;br /&gt;   And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone</content>
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    <title>Tattoos</title>
    <published>2005-12-08T03:41:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-08T03:41:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Notwist - One with the Freaks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The two tattoos I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Petunia from "Pete and Pete" on my forearm.&lt;br /&gt; Ryu and Ken on opposite shoulders performing the Hadoken at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Petunia is 200, Ryu and Ken are 250. I need money.</content>
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    <title>Changing Majors</title>
    <published>2005-11-23T00:26:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-23T00:26:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>BNL - Brian Wilson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been taking a hard look at my life lately, taking into consideration what others think about me and what I think of myself. The basic consensus of everyone seems to be I'm just a big lush, with no aim or real goals, also I'm pretty much a dick. While I tend to disagree it has helped me to reevaluate my college career. I have decided I'm going to switch my major and really apply myself to Hotel and Resteraunt management. I feel like no one really believes I can become a doctor anyway, so I might as well have something I enjoy to fall back on if I do fail to get my M.D. or I decide it isn't for me. I am going to start taking more buisness oriented courses, and at some point want to take a semester at The Culinary Institute of America to improve my knowledge of the kitchen. I feel I've been working in resteraunts since I was 13 and the experience might actually help me do something later on in life. &lt;br /&gt;        So I will take the MCATS and all the required courses give the doctor thing a try, and then end up right where I am now.</content>
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    <title>Everyone is doing it and Im bored</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T12:34:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T12:34:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sitting here waiting to order Sigur Ros tickets, so you get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 I really want to be a poor doctor and live somewhere in south america, in a shack on a beach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 2 I spend the majority of my life watching movies. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 3 That is the reason I will end up a movie critic or bar owner griping about movies instead of a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 I have been in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 I love pretentious authors like Proust and Faulkner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 I will one day beat the rocketeer on NES.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7 I never stay angry at anyone for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 I can sit down and play videogames for days, skipping meals and losing sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 Some of my fondest memories involve doing this in Rich's home, whilest consuming mass amounts of  caffeine and setting up 3 seperate systems on the numerous t.v.s surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 I love going to KFC with Matt and Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 I was vegan for about a month, because I didn't trust any other food in binghamton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 I love Gin and Tonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 I enjoy having adventures, and when around Willie or Duff usually have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 I hated Chaminade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 I normally can't get to bed before 2 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 It took me way to long to mail Justines phone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 17 I didn't sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18 My room looked like a crack den for the first three weeks I lived in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 I have played Iron Chef with friends on multiple occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20 I think I'm fat</content>
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    <title>hmm...</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T12:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T12:01:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't go to class, and I can't sleep. At the same time I row everyday, and have continued with my diet. I want to find out whats causing the insomnia. I want to understand my apathy, maybe its the subway ride I'm avoiding due to my lack of a monthly pass. I have done all the work for the classes I just don't want to go, o well.</content>
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    <title>biofire84 @ 2005-11-08T18:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-08T23:30:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-08T23:30:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>+/-</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I guess it's true, you never get over your first, or at least don't want to let go.</content>
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    <title>Immovable Motorist</title>
    <published>2005-11-01T21:58:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-01T21:58:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Immobable Motorist - TGR</lj:music>
    <content type="html">All the wasted life&lt;br /&gt;In my car tonight&lt;br /&gt;I got steel and bolts and lots of holes inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm immovable&lt;br /&gt;Got a tired soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I just don't feel quite like myself sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I get angry so easy anymore&lt;br /&gt;And miss the signs&lt;br /&gt;All the burning lights&lt;br /&gt;In this town tonight&lt;br /&gt;The suburban sprawl&lt;br /&gt;All those even lines&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't feel anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't feel anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank you Gloria Record, you've been on repeat for the past 4 days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:biofire84:4959</id>
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    <title>Le Sigh.</title>
    <published>2005-10-30T18:22:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-30T18:22:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music> Francis Dunnery - Good Life.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So you know that feeling where your heart seems to literally tear in two, you sit in shock waiting for tears that just aren't coming out, and your stomach does backflips. I guess thats what happens when Karma decides to cockslap you. I hate people, and realizing I waste my time.</content>
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    <title>Informed about last night</title>
    <published>2005-10-29T16:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-29T16:19:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Violent Femmes - American Music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Duff came, it was surreal.I may have made out with a dude, I may have done other things I am not proud of. I am a jerk that keeps repeating the same mistakes. Fuck my life, again I learn I need to grow up. Matt I hate you.</content>
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    <title>Things</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T18:27:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T18:27:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dirty on Purpose</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This has been an odd week. I think it is nostalgia that triggers these moods of mine. I spent my weekend working, and ended it with a Jeff and Willie adventure. &lt;br /&gt;         Willie and I decided it would be grand to venture to stop and shop for malt beverages, seeing as all the liquor stores were closed, and then upon arriving at my home learned we wanted "man dip", a delcious combination of cream chesse, cheddar cheese, and chili. It was back to the store for said ingredients. While there it was decided that it would be fun to pick up Vhary from Stony Brook, so we got our needed goods, and quickly drove down nichols road. After a quick stop off at a gas station we arrived back at my house to watch Stewie Griffin: The Untold story. &lt;br /&gt;           After the movie, which was decidedly unsatisfactory, Willie decided that it would be a great idea to chip golf balls into the bay. We searched my garage to find an ancient 5 wood and a single golf ball. I drove our only golf ball into the water, with what we dubbed "Thors Hammer" (because things deserve ridiculously unfitting names), and then we decided to start using rocks, sponges and whatever else we could find. Willie ended up braking his sandle, and to finish up the night we wandered over to the playground to pretend to be ninjas/use the chain bridge as a trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;            It's nights like these that I cherish and really bring me the most joy. I realized while I love my life right now, I am missing alot. I miss doing ridiculous things with Willie, like getting drunk on Schlitz and getting Neil to drive us to montauk at 1 am. I miss wandering the beach of montauk cans in our hand, screaming about how we should drive to the city so we could get all across the island in a night. I yearn for the days of packing 20 white castle burgers into a vegans car, and chowing down only to give up on the city quest by the time we hit queens.I miss crashing the St. Anthony's prom, and tackling JP after he left Carolines.  &lt;br /&gt;               These nights also make me miss people though. I dwell over one of my best friends being gone, and I can't stand the fact that another person I love is on another continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moral of the Story: I love my life, yet at the same time I don't like change. I need to grow up.</content>
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    <title>biofire84 @ 2005-10-11T18:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T22:32:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T22:32:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Chelsea invited Matt, Neil, and myself to a fundraiser in Brooklyn on saturday. It has a faery tale theme. I am planning on dressing like a faery, using my black vinyl hot pants, a black t-shirt, gold and silver body glitter, and black faery wings. Pictures to follow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:biofire84:3997</id>
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    <title>Drinking</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T22:26:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T22:26:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I black out too much. I should stop doing that. Also I just spent 23 dollars I don't have on a Decemberists ticket, but eating is for fat people anyway.</content>
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    <title>biofire84 @ 2005-09-03T16:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T20:43:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T20:43:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Kanye West = good&lt;br /&gt;  Let us all stop a moment and  realize that the stratification of rich and poor in america has finally been acknowledged. Perhaps people will finally see that wasting money on a pointless war causes us to suffer.</content>
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    <title>Blah</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T05:26:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T05:26:08Z</updated>
    <category term="i don&amp;apos;t know why"/>
    <lj:music>BNL- Light up my yard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This summer was not the triumphant return to long island I expected. The pudding party is deceased, and I feel uncharacteristically lonely. I need to go punch myself in the face for complaining, then castrate myself for doing it on livejournal.</content>
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T00:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T00:43:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Aloha - 100 stories</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Working at Target 4am-12noon&lt;br /&gt;  HAVE A 3 BEDROOM APARTMENT ON CLINTON AND HOUSTON&lt;br /&gt;  Find out tomorrow if I have a waiting job in Islip&lt;br /&gt;  Dating Maria for a year on the 28th, also on this day I will be 19&lt;br /&gt;  Stuff</content>
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    <title>On 4/20</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T22:23:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T22:29:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ted Leo and the Pharmacists-  WHATRBG?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">::ahem::&lt;br /&gt; "OMFG, I'm going to get so stoned, because it's just like christmas today,lol, I mean its 420, everyone should get so blazed, but no one will be as stoned as me, Im so cool because I'm going to smoke a big L OMG OMG OMG Smoking weeds the coolest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reading this sounded remotely like this today realize the following:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      a) You sound like a 12 year old who somehow got the creepy old guy that hangs out outside the 7-11 to buy him beer. You are way to excited about something that is a normal activity.&lt;br /&gt;      b) I will no longer wish to be associated with you if drivel like this spews forth from your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also wish to point out to the people who participate in this pointless holiday, yet bash days such as valentines day, if valentines day is a product of Hallmark, 420 is a product of your local glassblower.It is no more special then any other bullshit holiday you mock people for celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      To conclude, if you turn into a hyrbid 12 year old girl/ hippy I wish the following upon you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     May you choke on a hit, drop the bong, and have the ash from the slide burn your genitals. This also goes for any other piece. If you think your clever, and try to avoid this painful punishment using a vaporizer, may rabid badgers gnaw on your colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On second thought may that be the punishment for anyone who has even thought anything close to the opening statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (This entry riddled with grammar errors due to an overwhelming contempt for humanity.)</content>
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    <title>zombies</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T21:48:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T21:48:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tracy Chapman - One Reason</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.blogquiz.net/quizzes/LiveJournal-Memes/539/Your-Livejournal-zombie-attack" method="post" name="quiz539"&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#003366"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogquiz.net/quizzes/LiveJournal-Memes/539/Your-Livejournal-zombie-attack" style="color: #FFFFFF; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Your Livejournal zombie attack.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;LiveJournal Username&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;input type="textbox" name="ljusername" value="biofire84" size="20" maxlength="64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The name of your zombie infested home town.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;input type="textbox" name="input:0" value="Bayport" size="20" maxlength="64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your zombie killing weapon of choice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;input type="textbox" name="input:1" value="fire poker" size="20" maxlength="64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;How much do zombies scare you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;select name="input:2"&gt;&lt;option value="0"&gt;More than death itself.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;ZOMBIES!?!  HOLY FREAKING CRAP!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2" selected="selected"&gt;They freak me out a bit.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;Well...  They're a bit scary...  I guess.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4"&gt;Zombies?  Meh.  Small stuff.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="5"&gt;I eat zombies for breakfast.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh noes!!11  A zombie!  What do you do?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;select name="input:3"&gt;&lt;option value="0"&gt;RUUUUUUUUUUUN!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;Its shot gun time.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2"&gt;Sit in my arm chair, flip on CNN, and have some ice cream.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;Hide under the bed.  No one looks under the bed.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4" selected="selected"&gt;Hunt down the zombie leader.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="5"&gt;Steal your neighbors car.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="6"&gt;A BARREL ROLL!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#6699CC" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Blasting zombies left and right with a freaking twelve guage.  What do you think?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;inertial_beat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Curled into a fetal position crying their eyes out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;balthazoid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Is pwning some zombies with Don't Stop Me Now playing in the background.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;thisisntwillie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Is sitting at home watching CNN and eating ice cream.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #FFFFFF; font-weight:bold;" align="left" valign="middle"&gt;thisisntwillie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#336699"&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="middle" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Get ripped to pieces by the zombies.  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    <title>Guess the songs get a prize</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T22:42:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T22:42:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>random</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so here are 20 songs I got when I went to party shuffle, guess the most and you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. didn't you read the one about the youth who ate the&lt;br /&gt;  blue-black-lead-blue washington bullet?&lt;br /&gt;  if this is the cream of the crop,&lt;br /&gt;  it's time to start burning some fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. You got everything together, you sailed it down the river&lt;br /&gt;You said it was relaxing then you disappeared forever&lt;br /&gt;I can not remember, the times we were together&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just the water, pulling both of us under &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3.Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance&lt;br /&gt;And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing about art or sex&lt;br /&gt;That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine&lt;br /&gt;Prototypical non-conformist&lt;br /&gt;You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4.You don't have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;what it is like&lt;br /&gt;to be next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;that it is good,&lt;br /&gt;that it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5.I remember we were driving, driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;City lights lay out before us&lt;br /&gt;And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And I had a feeling that I belonged&lt;br /&gt;And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6.fuck buying flowers for graves&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather buy you a one way non-stop&lt;br /&gt;to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;find anyone&lt;br /&gt;do anything&lt;br /&gt;forget and start again, love&lt;br /&gt;she said she won't go&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;br /&gt;it hurts too much to stand by&lt;br /&gt;you've got to stop and draw a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7.Still there's not a show on my back&lt;br /&gt;Holes or a friendly intervention&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish&lt;br /&gt;A little bit Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see ya&lt;br /&gt;So please be kind if I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8. Y'know that, women, never really faint&lt;br /&gt;And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!&lt;br /&gt;And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!&lt;br /&gt;And that, life is just to die! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  9.I gave myself to sin&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself to Providence&lt;br /&gt;And I've been there and back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10.You never thought you'd get addicted,&lt;br /&gt;just be cooler in an obvious way.&lt;br /&gt;I could say, shouldn't you have got&lt;br /&gt;a couple piercings and decided&lt;br /&gt;may-be that you were gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  11.Oh, won't you stay&lt;br /&gt;We'll put on the day&lt;br /&gt;And we'll wear it 'till the night comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  12.and we'll remember this when we are old and ancient&lt;br /&gt;though the specifics might be vague&lt;br /&gt;and i'll say your camisole was sprightly light magenta&lt;br /&gt;when in fact it was a nappy blueish grey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  13.But, oh, what a wonderful feeling&lt;br /&gt;Just to know that you are near,&lt;br /&gt;Sets my a heart a-reeling&lt;br /&gt;From my toes up to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  14. When I caught you there&lt;br /&gt;Crying in the night&lt;br /&gt;Wearing my jacket&lt;br /&gt;Wearing that smile&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I'd found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  15.Looking out of my window,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do but to drive in circles,&lt;br /&gt;But i don't want to have to go home tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the boulevard,&lt;br /&gt;How do i survive in suburbia?&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;And they take away what i love to do the most. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  16.Falling into your hands,&lt;br /&gt;into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;it's where we went off,&lt;br /&gt;and it's where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;Into your hands,&lt;br /&gt;into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;and everyone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  17.And I ain't fakin'&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18.And if you don't feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't feel anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't feel anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  19.I sit upon this hill try to remember&lt;br /&gt;What about those times made me surrender&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t come around till my feet are planted&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t come around&lt;br /&gt;We won’t let him bring us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  20. Hey smilin' strange&lt;br /&gt;You're lookin' happily deranged&lt;br /&gt;Could you settle to shoot me?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you picked your target yet?</content>
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