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  <title>My Story</title>
  <subtitle>Cuz it's my life, and that's how it is.</subtitle>
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    <name>beltien</name>
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  <updated>2009-05-09T09:46:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:20298</id>
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    <title>Random</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T09:46:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-09T09:46:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I should probably update my picture, I don't much look like that anymore. Surprisingly, I still have that shirt... So I'm sick and sleepy, but I'm gonna have to admit I'm at work. Times are tough for everyone, and I can't afford to lose a day more than anyone else can. Surprisingly, I'm not broke. I've actually got money in my pocket to do whatever I want with. So what's been going on with me? All sorts of things. A good deal of it IS important, to me at any rate, but I suppose I should limit my topic today. Hmm... What shall it be... Ah, getting out of pay-day advance hell. It's simple really. Pay them every penny you can afford to pay (without losing out on the essentials!) until it's gone. It's better never to get one (let alone the three I sorta kinda had going on at the same time), and it's even harder to get out of that kind of debt. The money you borrow today is the money you could've had tomorrow. By the time I was out of that mess, well... If instead of borrowing it I had saved it, I would have had three times (easily, closer to four as I do the math) the amount I borrowed. And that's all I've got to say about that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:20100</id>
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    <title>Hmmm</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T11:50:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T11:50:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't write here much. I'd love to change that I guess, just don't seem to find the time really. Still here I am again for a time. So, the question for the whole lot of you: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;   So I'm kinda chillin at work (yawn), and some guy walks up to talk to me. He's irritating and irritated both, but whatever right? Starts giving me a speech about how he took first place in a bareback bull riding contest and has the buckle to prove it. Hello, I'm neither gay nor a cowboy, why would I give a damn about that? But whatever, right? He then proceeds to spend the next HOUR of my time trying to convince me that he isn't a thief, and hell I've got NO idea what the hell he's talking about. It turns out that he snuck into the local buffet and got a late night dinner for himself and his wife. So he really was a thief, but again I still don't care. So what... does this guy think that us casino/hotel/restaurant people sit around after hours watching surveillance tapes? "There he is, that's the fucker! Look at him, he thinks he's all slick but we got him! I'm gonna 86 that mother...!!!" Tch, if he hadn't made a scene he probably would've gotten away with it.&lt;br /&gt;   On top of that, security (a few moments later) went up to his room and knocked on the door, needing to ask some questions. His wife answered, naked save a pair of rather frilly black silk panties... I almost wonder how THAT worked out?&lt;br /&gt;   I feel like I've become sarcastic in my old age. I'm damned near 30 already, I thought I'd be much further along than I am. Ah well, c'est la vie, c'est la vas or w/e. One other thought. What's with people who LIVE in this country and don't speak the language? We the taxpayers PAY for these people to learn english AT NO CHARGE TO THEMSELVES, and yet they can't take the time to go to the FREE class and learn the god damned language? I don't move to france and expect everyone to speak english, nor do I move to Russia and continue expecting them to speak english, so why move to new england and expect us to speak mexican or german or russian or any of it? Sure, there are students out there who speak more than one language, but that should not be a job requirement for ANYWHERE but perhaps embassies and international airports. Like the man said, this is the United States of America. Learn the language, love the country or go back to wherever you came from! And that's the reason that people don't let me write when I'm sleepy...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:19915</id>
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    <title>Alive, after a fashion</title>
    <published>2008-07-08T08:37:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T08:37:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it has undoubtedly been the better part of a year since the last time I enjoyed the luxury of the internet for anything beyond research and homework. So why now? I'm cheating, of course. I switched jobs in april, so now I check people into the River Palms hotel. I have some updating to do, if I remember I'll back post a bit and see how far my story goes. I've got a myspace account, but I do not really use it much. I've got video email that I use once in awhile too, but again not so much lately. I can't seem to find the satisfaction I once did in games, and for some god awful reason I actually started to worry about my health. Seriously, where did that come from anyway? So I eat healthier now than I did before. No more sweets, which is fine they hurt my teeth anyway. I've reduced my starches and my calories too. No more fast food of any sort (well, maybe once a month eh?). Milk is good for you, but too much can be bad (especially loaded with chocolate) so I cut back on that. I don't drink much soda, few cups of mt dew for the extra caffeine but I switched to water. A cool, clear cup of ice cold water tastes great to me anyway, so that was no big deal. The biggest difference is that instead of a muffin and something random for lunch I make myself up a salad. Start with the lettuce, I mix a little iceburg with a lot of romaine, add in carrots, sliced egg, sliced and chopped ham and turkey, parmesan cheese, shredded swiss, no croutons but I do use olives and top it off with some fat free honey mustard dressing. Seriously, it really does taste just fine! =) So who the hell am I anyway? I'm just another silly guy, juggling my car payment with my insurance and my rent while balancing school work with real work and wondering when the payoff is. Notice that this is all one big block paragraph, and despite decent puntuation and grammar there are still some little errors? I REFUSE to fix em. I do enough of that in school (all APA formatted) for misc. reports and whatnot. So, sing with me, dance with me, call me an odd sort but don't forget me entirely. At least... not yet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:19557</id>
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    <title>Ever feel like you are losing touch?</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T18:12:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T18:12:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't seem to find the time to get online anymore. I'm not even really here for my school enough, lol I got dropped from my last class for lack of attendance.. that's bad. There's a million things it seems that I need or want to do and I just can't seem to find any time. Not fun, not cool. Still, it's life for ya. Anyway I'll try and post on wed when I get some time off, if I can keep it off.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:19259</id>
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    <title>Am I ever really gone?</title>
    <published>2007-03-03T22:11:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-03T22:11:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hotel California, Eagles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Anyway, I got promoted to supervisor at long last, got keyed and coded, computer info.. whole nine yards. My last paycheck was cut in half cuz my old manager forgot to file the payroll, and I didn't get that til tuesday (instead of FRIDAY!) and life sucks. I barely made rent, my own little personal store of emergency cash is blown and I'm starting to go sane. But at least the cat isn't in heat anymore. Oi vei, talk about a headache. Anywayz, lots of love to you my friends, and may the good days be better than the bad ones!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:19048</id>
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    <title>Anybody else? (Ranting)</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T03:08:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T03:08:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Guardians of Fate, Ensiferum</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why the hell is everybody dying now anyway? Is there something in the bloody water? My uncle, Miriam, My Aunt, that Mary chick I used to work with forever ago... Anyone else planning to be killed anytime soon? People wonder why I'm so irreligious. Tch. If there is a God I'll not justify his actions by crying that "He's taken them to a better place," or maybe that his/her "Divine plan called for them to be taken now." If I ran around taking people ANYWHERE I'd be called a kidnapper and prolly worse, and if I'd killed anyone I'd be a murderer... So is "God" a murderer? Or just an ass? Considering how cheap it is to create gods, you'd have thought we'd have a reasonable one. "Oh, God killed these people because he hates people who drive on sundays. Got to kill em all!" ... Ooookaaay. w/e goes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:18764</id>
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    <title>My Aunt Lynn</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T06:27:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T06:27:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My Aunt Lynn... she was one of the coolest Aunts you could ever find. She died on Tuesday January the 23rd, 2007. I miss her much...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:18560</id>
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    <title>Germany!</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T22:57:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-10T22:57:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ensifirum Lai Lai Hei</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Jason and some friends are planning to move to Germany in the next year or two, and then start a metal band. Sounds like fun, maybe I will! Still jsut thinking about it though, two years is more than enough time hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is cool, got my Jan pay raise =P Soo what's next!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:18043</id>
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    <title>What's up?</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T04:40:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T04:40:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not doing too much atm, school work and kinda just... I dunno here. So Gary-san offered me a chance at Los Angeles... Im thinking about it too. Lets see, oh yeah. The reasoning is pretty obvious. My brother and his boy-toy went and told off the wrong boss, so anyway they lost their jobs and the idea is to move back in with Bruce. Uhm.. No merci. 500 a month, but the work is a hell of a lot better and it's full time verses part time... I don't know, told em I'd think about it. I'd have to save up a little more cash to show up anyway, so I'll have to give it alot of thought. Aside from that, there is all the friends I have here, and the certain knowledge that most of them I'll never see again when I leave. Maybe I'll add a few to myspace lol! Who knows. Alright, I'm off for now, see ya!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:17813</id>
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    <title>Where oh where...</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T07:44:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-10T07:44:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sting, kiss from a rose</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sing with me! Oooooooooh....! Where oh where have my mem'ries gone? Have you see nthem anyone? I can't seem to find them at all, it seems like the vodka stole them from me.... ((where oh where has my baby gone? oh never mind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night.... Damn it's all fragmented... Lets see.. I met Rozaline, shelikes to be called rose (like the flower) and she's like... 19 tops. I'm betting high school, haha. There were a couple of drinking games, some music... thetwo year anniversary of the death of Dimebag.... My sis and kat and amanda came over, I did... I don't know.. ten? Eleven? shots of vodka. I really just lost track, and I sorta kinda haven't been eating right.. so I'd had breakfast, but no lunch or dinner andso I got BLITZED! I remember staring at the tv... and then I was outside on a chair, soaking wet, and I don't know what the hell happened between then. Oh and the time was like... four am? I dunno. LOL I guess I got a few kisses, because there was smeared lipstick on my face this morning. I woke up on the bathroom floor with no recollection of how I got there. OH! LOL They call me "Nitro" and while I'm not 100% sure why, it's something to throw out there. Anyway I may give up drinking altogether, I mean really... Having no idea what the hell I did scares teh hell out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of that, I got home tonight and my bed was still packed &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Damn it, I think my lord and goddess, Luck/ruthia, has turned her back on me... She's such a fickle bitch!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:17642</id>
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    <title>Chris's Birthday!</title>
    <published>2006-12-07T22:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-07T22:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ugh, not that I mind the party scene but sometimes enough is enough! Now I loved the live bands, (www.theswiftkick.com and www.newbreedband.com) and the drinking was fun enough... But I have vague recollections of getting Danielle's (the cocktail waitress') phone number, and I was picked up on by a guy, and then there were the sisters who just wanted to dance.. But they do like Risque dancing? So that was kinda fun, but kinda wierd. *Shivers* I feel &lt;i&gt;so dirty&lt;/i&gt;!! So I started with an Adios mother fucker, and followed that with a Kamikazee, long island ice tea to slow up a bit, three more kamikazees (one yellow, one red, one blue), the three wise men (Jim, Jack, and Jose baby, YEAH!), tequila sunrise to slow down again, two more Kamikazees (got a red and a kinda white), then a Monster and Vodka mix.... Then midnight came. I switched to water, cuz I was buzzin a little, and because I ALWAYS tip well my cocktail waitress was bringin me the good stuff for nothin. =) That's why you should be good to your serving crew, that and the movie "Waiting." Go watch it, nuff said. I'm going to go now, but I'm sure we'll meet again!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:17382</id>
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    <title>Night out</title>
    <published>2006-12-07T01:05:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-07T01:05:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bad Acid Trip, Zombie Nation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I guess everyone wonders what the hell happened to me last night/today. Alright, I'll tell ya! I got off of work at 8pm PST, and I stayed later and just helped get it all cleaned up. After that, Jason challenged me to a duel (Magic the gathering?) and so I lost a few hands, we picked up some beers,invited some friendsalong, watched Grandma's Boy (every gamer should see this movie!), Anchorman and afew other movies, passed out sometime around 7amPST andwoke up like two hours ago. Came home, and here I am!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:17140</id>
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    <title>Dark and light</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T09:47:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T09:47:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>disturbed, I'm alive</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Am I really that moody? Maybe. *shrugs* Alright so the good news is that my dear girlfriend still adores me, but the bad news is that I'm still here in BHC. I LONG to be away from here! I should be gone by now, anywhere but here, but newp. *sigh* Land of Confusion video erred today on MTV2, yeah I voted for it! One of my fav songs atm. Jason, at work, intro'd me to the whole dark rock theme, kinda getting into it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:16872</id>
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    <title>I've gotta get out of this damned city!</title>
    <published>2006-12-01T18:43:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-01T18:43:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Land of Confusion, Disturbed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's bloody insane! Why do I bother with this place again? I should just go! Oregon is nice, and of course there is THE only city worthy of the name. So what to do? La de da. I'm looking forward to escaping this damned black hole town. Why? Because Bullhead and Needles and even Laughling will suck you in and leave you with nothing but the memory of who you were. It's funny, I used to have such grand dreams.. Now my dreams are all about getting out of here.</content>
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    <title>The beginning of the end?</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T19:51:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T19:51:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Metallica, Nothing else matters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So we got in a fight and I haven't seen her for a few days.. is this a hint of things to come? Or is this just a no big deal affair that will blow over like those few other battles that almost seemed to come to blows? *sighs* I don't know, but suddenly nothing seems to matter. Maybe it's just me, maybe I really am as bad as I seem to be sometimes. That's fine then, you know I can live with myself. I lose some sleep from time to time over my choices, and my mistakes, but damn it this is my story, my life, and when my end finds me I'll be ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all my fans, go grab your metallica CD's! You know you have em, pull em out and sing along with me! Are you ready? Who CARES if you sound good or bad, play it loud and sing with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never cared for what they say&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for games they play&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;So close, no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are, no nothing else matters."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:16072</id>
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    <title>Another lost</title>
    <published>2006-11-25T07:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-25T07:05:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Breaking Benjamin, So Cold</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*sighs* I've been tempted not to write this one.. nobody likes bad news, it totally ends a story... Alright, first I'm going to tell you why it's my fault, then what happened. Hate me not, lest I get rich and powerful and then remember you hated me! *Glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, a few months ago my brother and sister were trying to get me to go on a blind date with someone. And I thought it'd be cool, I mean just for kicks. I didn't want a relationship, but I do enjoy my friends... Well my brother informed me that I was going period, and you know that is the real reason I did not go? She took it personally, I hadn't known how bad... So I was letting her get over it and figured I'd try the friends thing, but by now it just wasn't happening so w/e. Well thanksgiving comes, and she didn't want to spend the day here because of my actions, lol her mom and brother did plan to come over...&lt;br /&gt;And their mother showed up at three am that evening. I saw someone at the door, she'd been working up the courage to knock. She was shaky, but I didn't know what was up. Anyway she went to my room, where chris was watchin some sap story on the Tele and told her.. then about five minutes later I found out, Miriam is dead. What the hell can I say to them? And the really fucked up bit is that all I had to do was apologize, make up some excuse and make it up to her by like.. going to a movie or something. Just as friends, everyone knows I've got a girlfriend. Now I have to tiptoe around the subject, and everyone is telling me how it's not my fault, but damn it I was raised to at least admit to myself when I've made a mistake, and this is a pretty big one! *sighs* I'm going to go now, thanks for stoppin by.</content>
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    <title>beltien @ 2006-10-31T23:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-01T07:22:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-01T07:22:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beltien:14649</id>
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    <title>Happy Halloween!</title>
    <published>2006-11-01T07:14:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-01T07:14:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Trapt, Headstrong</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went as a midival peasant, but hell who cares right? I went out of costume to carry my favorite Katana, but I got away with it. Only cops I saw were five and ten, lmao. Hmm... I heard from Alex today, it's always great to hear from her. Hmm... I told you about Crystal and her girlie friend? Oh.. Well Crystal was one of my sisters friends for the year and a half she bothered to stay in high school. And her friend is like thirty five. Anyway I guess they were talking to me about something, and I chatted, and then I heard a "You really should save your breath. That boy's a one woman man, I've been trying to get in his pants for almost a year now!" and I of course blushed and found an excuse to hide. =P Not exactly what I was expecting that evening lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear, I told em I was going out wif joo, doesn't that jsut curl yer toes and get a grin? Things to do! Get out of Dodge, fast. No I don't drive a Dodge, I told you! It's a 1`988 Jaguar Xj6, Grey, and such a smooth ride! Love me, hate me, PHEAR ME! but dont' hurt my car &amp;gt;&amp;lt; It costs a left nut to repair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools out! Well sorta, next classes started on monday. I'm afraid of my COM125 grade, but in critical thinking I got 94% =) and GPA is currently like 3.87 hehe. Dr. Session kinda scares me a little, do you see me freaking out? I am... that scream is for real! But Christine P is pretty cool, I like her. All praise to lady chance for one good deal lol.</content>
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    <title>moving</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T20:15:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's really time to change jobs, this one I have jsut isn't cutting it. I might stay on part time though. It's just too far to drive for a part time position, lol and while they're offering me a payraise I could make more here. Moving into a bigger place here in BHC, and lookin into this position at lowes.. ten bucks an hour is like a three dollar an hour payraise plus more hours, guaranteed. =P I'm not telling you about the drama, or the crazy times, that little stint over in arkansas with the cute japanese twins... just kidding, I haven't been to Arkansas since we drove to Ohio. And there were no twins lol =P</content>
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    <title>damned thieves</title>
    <published>2006-10-20T20:37:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-20T20:37:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Adema, freaking out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We got robbed the other night. Woman came in, grabed soem stuff and ran.. I mean seriously, what the hell is wrong with these people? I HATE NEEDLES. ty.</content>
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    <title>I live!</title>
    <published>2006-10-16T07:33:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-16T07:33:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really should update from that picture. kinda creepy, yeah. Alright, hmm.. storieso f note! I was at work like last week and this customer bought sth, and it was auto discounted at 95%. She said she deserved it or sth, I duno but out of the blue I got a hug and a kiss. She was cute, but it took me by surprise ya know? '&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. What else.. Bruce and Robert are fighting now, Robert is a friend of my sis and mom I think.. Sis got real upset though. Yes, I sure can't wait to get out of here! Move over grammy, I'm coming to visit!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. *sighs* my grades. I'm at a 90% in Critical Thinking, but my Communications course I've dropped down to 78% =( I need to study harder! I want an A, grrr! If I work hard I should be able to do it! lol hope for me, hope!</content>
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    <title>Time</title>
    <published>2006-09-26T19:44:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-26T19:44:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sorry I haven't posted alot recently, jsut been busy. Hmm.. what'd you miss.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! There was this HUGE fight a few nights ago. Bruce was yelling at my sis, top of his voice.. well I decided to kill him, so I got in my closet for my sword but mom told me to stay here and she went to deal with him. They yelled at length for hours, and he tried the whole "private conversation" bit, followed by "The neighbors have heard every god damned word you said for the last half a fucking hour" it was great. My mom swearing, sth to get used to lol. Long story short, he eventually buggered off. I can't wait to get outo f here, before I do something to get on the wrong side of the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I haven't been posting so much as I'd like, but I will try to get a few more in. School is where it's at, argh &amp;gt;&amp;lt; lol</content>
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    <title>Just checkin through again</title>
    <published>2006-09-09T01:57:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-09T01:57:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">100% in my IT105 course and 91.3 or so in Persuasive writing! PHEAR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bother, but it's a life to live... if we can jsut LIVE it without my crazy leprechaun mother reading over my shoulder &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Anywayz see y'all soon!</content>
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    <title>Onward!</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T18:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T18:35:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Greenday, Welcome to Paradise</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here we are again, just you, you, you, you, YOU, you, you..... and me. =) *Waves* How are ya, what's new? Well I'm pretty good all told, and I'm officially in Bullhead... yet working in needles. Hell I'll prolly keep working in needles until I finally get the cash up to just.. blow all this off. I can go anywhere, anywhere at all, and still keep up on my school. Online classes are awesome, I'd only need to travel for graduation and even THEN I don't have to. Bruce is wearing on me already. For instance... Every night he whines, WHINES, at my sister. "You never spend any time with me, you spend all your time with everybody else, why don't you sleep with me, why do you have to stay up so late..." And that's the NICER things. I'm so close to pulling a highlander on Bruce... For you non geeks, that's a sword to the neck. Decapitation. But ya see, I don't want to clean up the mess, thus my dilemma. So I avoid him for the most part, so I won't do something stupid.. bite my tongue and play Welcome to Paradise alot. you know.. "Dear mother, can you hear me whining?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, officially, IU'm here. I can't wait to leave! *Waves, then offers a grinning half bow* Au Revoir mes amies!</content>
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    <title>Onward!</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T05:20:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T05:20:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello once more, I won't be on here as much. Losing the internet, and I don't know for how long. Update of my life, tooth fairy help me.. We're moving in with Bruce, I'm against it but... Where else can we go? I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I will try to update this as I can. Miss me, for I shall miss YOU!</content>
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