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  <title>Will you PLEASE shut me up!</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2004 23:48:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Schoo&apos; update.</title>
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  <description>I havn&apos;t bitched about schoo&apos; in a long time, well, there isn&apos;t anything to bitch about. I&apos;ve been kicking major ass in all my classes, except math. Math is credit/no credit, and well, there is no need for me to put extra mind too it, because a C is just as good as an A. I&apos;m kicking major ass in Eng. my presentation went good, and i just have to revise a couple papers, and those will be 100&apos;s and i&apos;ll get an A. History, it&apos;s history, A. GEO, i&apos;ll be happy just passing the course. I&apos;ll still be able to graduate Suma Cum Lade. Which isn&apos;t for years, but who cares. Or even Magna Cum Lade will be good. As long as i graduate Cum Lade, i&apos;ll be happy. I should actually put some effort into my classes the rest of my college career. Well, aside from stress. I must get ready to swim, my lifeguard class is sadly the most important class i&apos;ve had this semester, even though it&apos;s not a class that matter academically. I will be able to save lives afterwards though, then probably get sued by some bitch for some stupid shit. Like &quot;Oh you&apos;re alive, thanks too me. But you&apos;re sueing me for some little injury, FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING HOBAG!&quot; Doing CPR on someone can cause injury, like broken ribs, or something to chest plates (if being done on a girl). But hey, you&apos;re alive, so piss off. :P And, that class will help me save some money for the furture. A totally frasky future at that. I&apos;ve gotta get ready to go swim. I love swimming, except for those damn bats. If one gets in my lane again, i&apos;m likely to take &apos;em out. :x. Time for swim. Take care, all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2004 02:08:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today i went to class, took some notes. Had an apt. that got cancelled by the other side, so i had a good bit of time to relax today. Went to eat some chinese food with me ma&apos;, and me grandma&apos;. Then me ma&apos; and I went thrifting, because well, we be po&apos;. So, i&apos;m looking and looking and looking and BAM! I see a Piere Carden zip-up. I&apos;m like &quot;WTFOMG!&quot; and only $5!!!! Then, i see a very nice pinstripe shirt that had to be mine. Then we go buy some bread for really cheap. My great-grand mother is turning 80, and yeah, aparently there has to be like 20 loafs worth of bread. So, me ma and i go to another thrift shop, and i go crazy. I bought shirt, after shirt, after shirt, after shirt. Mostly all stripe-y shirts, but all were button-down. I&apos;ve been having a lack of buttondown shirts to wear. I spent a bit much, but it was like 10 shirts, so it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion aside, i&apos;ve been listening to Fastball - The Way a lot. I forgot about this song, and it just popped out of nowhere. It&apos;s a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;ll do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2004 16:44:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m bored. I came to the computer lab here on campus to take a quiz for my history class, which i got a 100 on. I over slept, which constituded me having to wash my face here on campus, which i am NEVER doing again, the soap here is horrible. I smell like chlorine, which i guess isn&apos;t THAT bad, i was way too tired to shower last night. I mean, Chlorine or smelling like unshowered ass....i&apos;ll take clorine. I&apos;m still in a bit of pain, damn swimming. I&apos;m so tired i can&apos;t even get myself to get my iPod out of my backpack, HOW SAD IS THAT?! Also, i am an addict. I got one of those NA pamphlets from some lady the other day. She could SO see through me. Yes, i am an addict. I am addicted too Zuma. Zuma is like the ultimate form of heroin. In fact, it&apos;s worse than heroin. I&apos;m too tired to be funny, or attempt to be funny. Enjoy your day, peace!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2004 21:33:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So much for drinking pretty much only water/juice/waterbased products</title>
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  <description>So, the last couple days, i&apos;ve been having some minor pains on the lower right side of my back. I figure it&apos;s just from the way i&apos;m sleeping. This happened a few months ago, and the pain went away with no real problem. The pain has come back, it becomes difficult for me to sit. I can&apos;t lean forward to wash my face/brush my teeth in the morning without discomfort. And every once in a while, i&apos;ll get a sharp pain/cramp on that part of my back. Me ma&apos; tells me, it could be kidney stones. the idea of having a kidney stone sounds horrible. Especially if passing one is as painful as people say. I don&apos;t care much about the pain, sure it hurts a bit, but it&apos;s nothing i can&apos;t live through. Pain is relative. What i do care about, and what is really pissing me off is that for the last, going on year and a half, i have been for the most part soda free. Most of my beverage intake consists of water/cranberry and apple juice/tea and lemonade. Every so ofter i&apos;ll throw a soda in there to keep cravings at bay. So, possibly having kidney stones is pissing me off. I need to research the subject. A so nonpersonal update later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2004 07:00:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Haiku</title>
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  <description>Geo exam, 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Me, havn&apos;t studied.&lt;br /&gt;Won&apos;t study. Fucked.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2004 22:52:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BATS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Yesterday I was going to study with a friend of mine for &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;our upcoming History exam. I&apos;m waiting outside her work and&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;I get attacked. BY BATS!!!!! Much like these....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.youthonline.ca/coloringcorner/color/bats.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bats, &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Chiroptera,&lt;/font&gt; Winged spuds of &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;SATAN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;DEVIL &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;birds, with&amp;nbsp;HUGE&amp;nbsp;grotesque&amp;nbsp;wing, and EVIL fangs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;They give you rabies, ya know. These beasts came came within &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;INCHES of my head. And they were squeaking. No, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;they weren&apos;t squeaking, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;they were SHREIKING. When my friend &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;finally decided to come out,&amp;nbsp;I &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;was running around the parking lot trying &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;to get away from.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;In other news, my hair is now the coolest&amp;nbsp;thing known to man. And i have been dubbed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;a prince. *Puts on some Right Said Fred, and struts down to the kitchen to get some juice*&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 11:57:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bus stations</title>
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  <description>Okay, i just got back in from an awesome trip in Dallas. So i&apos;m here in S.A. waiting for my ride, coo&apos;, just chillin on a bench outside the bus station. I notice this SUV circling the joint. I make eye contact with the dude, and give him &quot;Don&apos;t start no shit&quot; kinda look. Well, not that he&apos;d of seen, my hair was covering my eyes. So he&apos;s doing his thing driving. Then out of nowhere Rocky Horror passes me in a car. It stops, reverses back passed me, then slowly creeps pasty me. And by Rocky Horror, i mean i couldn&apos;t tell if it was a dude in drag or just a strange girl. So, it drives off. Five minutes later, the dude circling the bus station, creeps to me. Say&apos;s &quot;What&apos;s up with you?&quot; My first thought, he wants to start some shit for giving him a look, so i take my bag off my shoulder ready to kick some ass. I stop myself and say &quot;Nothing&quot; pause for a second and say &quot;...and you?&quot; Figuring if he had anything to say, i had the upperhand of throwing in some punches before he got his seatbelt off. He then says &quot;Nothing. So, you waiting for the bus?&quot; I say &quot;Nope, got some people picking me up.&quot; Then he says &quot;My name&apos;s Jim&quot; I cared not to carry that on any longer, so i say nothing. Jim drives off. Ten or so minutes later Rocky Horror drives back, this time creeping and waves at me, then stops about 10 feet from my bench. Then i&apos;m thinking &quot;I&apos;m going to jail for kicking this psycho&apos;s ass. It&apos;s going to try and touch my naughty spot, and i am not having that, i&apos;ll cut this bitches fucking throat!&quot; It drives off. Five minutes pass by, and i&apos;m like &quot;YEAH! Made two weirdo&apos;s fuck off. They don&apos;t know me, WTF! I&apos;ll cut ya, bitch!&quot; Not really, but thought that&apos;d be funny. So, i see my dad&apos;s truck at the stop light right by the station. ROCKY HORROR DRIVES BACK AROUND! And i stood up as it was at the corner. I was like &quot;Shit, now this thing is going to get out of the car, and my dad and i are going to stomp this mofo.&quot; I&apos;m convinced it was a dude. Since i have twice previously been the victum of some dudes moves at a bus stop, it&apos;s like an underworld gay thing or something. &quot;Pick up fresh meat at the bus stop.&quot; No, sorry, not me, you&apos;re definitely barking up the wrong oak here. Not my game. So i get in the truck, get dropped off here, listen to some tunes, figure i won&apos;t sleep tonight, since i slept on the bus for a bit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2004 23:20:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Interesting day, today is.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;Still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things need to be sorted.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to have to do fascist things.&lt;br /&gt;Ask something that i wouldn&apos;t normally ask of a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2004 06:48:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>558: He opens it.&lt;br /&gt;558: Oooooh, sexy.&lt;br /&gt;559: Reads &quot;Don&apos;t steal music.&quot; *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;600: Remembers BOTH his DVD and CDR drive aren&apos;t working *cries*&lt;br /&gt;643: Off to eat and BestBuy to buy a stupid converter for USB2.0&lt;br /&gt;900: BestBuy refuses check.&lt;br /&gt;930: CircuitCity refuses check.&lt;br /&gt;931: He calls the check place to see what the mofoing deal is. No bounced      checks. Sufficent funds in account. WTMF!&lt;br /&gt;1020: He activates his debit card.&lt;br /&gt;1100: He goes to Target, buys mofoing converter.&lt;br /&gt;1240: Transfers mp3s to other computer, iPod runs out of juice.&lt;br /&gt;1247: He is sleepy, he yawns. He goes to bed.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2004 21:36:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s dark and history was HOTT!</title>
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  <description>Took my History exam, kicked lots of ass. I kicked so much ass, I even kicked YOUR ASS! 50 questions, maybe missed 5. Okay, maybe 10. But 10 being the very most. Okay, the &quot;watermelon&quot; question was on the exam, but wasn&apos;t. The question was there, but the fucking answer wasn&apos;t. Apparently there could have been two answers. And wouldn&apos;t you know it, he didn&apos;t put the mother fucking watermelon. I&apos;m sitting there like &quot;MUDA FUCKA!&quot; So i put &quot;beans.&quot; Damn spanish better have shown the Natives beans. Sunbitch! I know it wasn&apos;t corn. It might have been sugar, but wasn&apos;t sure. I don&apos;t think so, since sugar was in the Caribbean. I&apos;m going to sit here, enjoy my 12&quot; Roasted Chicken on Parmasian Oregano sub from Subway. Sorry to all my vegan friends. At least i&apos;m a friend of the cows though, right? And the pigs too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT FRESH!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2004 00:01:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My next two days will suck really big rhino...&lt;div class=&apos;ljparseerror&apos;&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Error:&lt;/b&gt; Irreparable invalid markup (&apos;&amp;lt;insert suckable...thing&amp;gt;&apos;) in entry.  Owner must fix manually.  Raw contents below.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width: 95%; overflow: auto&quot;&gt;My next two days will suck really big rhino...&amp;lt;insert suckable...thing&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</title>
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  <description>Yeah, so I have an exam in Histroy coming up. &quot;No big deal&quot; you say. But, oh yes, this is a big deal. Not only is this sonofabitch exam over SIX CHAPTERS, my instructor isn&apos;t exactly the easiest dude on the planet. I attended an SI session today. S.I. is like extra help for the class and shit. The SI girl looks like Leah from The Real World Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.realitytvplanet.com/shows03/cast/rw_paris_leah.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Shameless Picture Insert.&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made SI a bit more enjoyable than my last SI leader from last year. Okay, so yeah, this instructor doesn&apos;t ask broad questions. He asks specific ass mofoing questions. Shit that&apos;s like OMFingWTFingFSIT?! ( Oh my fucking, what the flying fuck shit is this. For all you non Lou speakers) One of our answers was..WATERMELON! Fucking watermelon, who asks questions about a GDPOSAS watermelon? It&apos;s a joke, and not a funny one either. Must study, and study like a mofo.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 14:59:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Cold pizza...for breakfast...the best.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 04:31:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>80&apos;s Movies Are Teh Coo&apos;, Jussssss Like Me.</title>
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  <description>&quot;BLAIN?! HIS NAME&apos;S BLAIN?! THATS A MAJOR APPLIANCE, THAT&apos;S NOT A NAME!&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2004 22:15:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m sick, kind of pissy about being sick and incapable of bullshit. I really don&apos;t want to bring this up, because well...it&apos;s old hat, to steal a term from my good friend &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;rote&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;&apos;&gt;rote&lt;/span&gt;. Subject being, halftime superbowl show. People with their usual &quot;I don&apos;t want my kid seeing that&quot; and &quot;OMG! WAS IT PLANNED?!&quot; These people missed the big picture. I call it a revolutionary act that needed to be done. Even though it was only done half way.&lt;br /&gt;I joined this yahoo group months ago to get first notice on anything cool that might be happening in the city. Big mistake. This bullshit subject has been going on for as long as the event happend. I defend, some &quot;moran&quot; attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That ugly boob is the beginning of an era! We should all be so lucky to have seen that. Now the US might catch up to the rest of the world. The US is like the 7 y/o kid that turns around at the sight of flesh and the rest of the world is like &quot;YESSSSS!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moran: Oh yeah, the other countries are soooo much better than America because they have ugly people on their tv and are perverted enough to enjoy it even when the subjects aren&apos;t worth a second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly not seeing the humor, it visiously attacks. Moran should be greatful that i am presenting it on my journal. So i very nicely spell out the meaning of my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like i was saying, the boob shouldn&apos;t be a faux pas. I&apos;m not saying there should be T&amp;A allday everyday, but it shouldn&apos;t raise such a fuss. The US protects us a bit to much. Kids might grow up thinking there are no boobs ever. For example, if they watched the Ray Show, or whatever it&apos;s called. There are indeed boobs. How&apos;s little Johnny going to handle seeing a boob for the first time if he hasn&apos;t seen one on TV? If you get kids used to the idea of nudeness, they might not be so curious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day my dad bought a gun, and showed it to me. It wasn&apos;t loaded or anything, but he said i can pick it up and play with it. So there i was little Lou, gun in hand, 5 minutes later &quot;Eh, i&apos;m going to play Sega.&quot; He got me used to the idea of a gun being in the house, instead of hiding it from me, and me finding out and playing with it and possibly hurting someone or even myself. So, if you get kids used to the idea that there is sex out there, instead of hiding it from them, the subject might not be so novel and they&apos;ll lose a bit of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i just wanted to make a post with lots of boobs in it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2004 05:15:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yeah, so mother got accepted to a law school in NYC. Looks like we&apos;ll be heading out there this May. I should be excited as hell, but for some weird reason, i&apos;m not. As much as i&apos;ve wanted to leave Texas, and still do, it&apos;ll be a bit harder to leave when the time comes now. Eh.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2004 02:13:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I CAN&apos;T HELP MY BOOGIES, I GET OUT OF CONTROL!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2004 03:03:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My trip to Disneyland</title>
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  <description>Yeah, i went to Disneyland over the winterbreak, and all i took was this lousy picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.boomspeed.com/louaredead/MVC-032S.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2004 00:44:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Really bored, so...</title>
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  <description>Today was suck&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early&lt;br /&gt;Took my shower got dressed&lt;br /&gt;Found out i lost $40&lt;br /&gt;And i&apos;m po&apos;&lt;br /&gt;Back hurt from sucky bed&lt;br /&gt;Eyes burned from contacts&lt;br /&gt;Head hurt for whatever reason&lt;br /&gt;Did not go to school&lt;br /&gt;Very pissy about that&lt;br /&gt;Bored all day&lt;br /&gt;Realized i am in TX for four months&lt;br /&gt;Might as well enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Out of OJ&lt;br /&gt;Out of soy milk&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of water&lt;br /&gt;Need to study&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t study&lt;br /&gt;Must piss&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2004 14:12:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Okay, you know what sucks?</title>
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  <description>Moving to Grandmammies&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!! ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kind of an inconvience&lt;br /&gt;School start three days&lt;br /&gt;No online there&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!! ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe dialup, broadband soon&lt;br /&gt;Me go pack&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!! ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Catch You&lt;br /&gt;Flip Side.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2004 02:04:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Eh, a poll, but a good one!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/B/brolie/1072651855_izthingurc.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;youareconner&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Conner MacManus.  You are more serious and&lt;br&gt;less cynical.  &quot;You and your fucking&lt;br&gt;rope&quot;.  You are a yekler and not a risk&lt;br&gt;taker, except for sometimes when the time&lt;br&gt;comes.  You are loyal and would cut up your own&lt;br&gt;wrists to save someone. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/brolie/quizzes/Boondock%20Saints...%20who%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Boondock Saints... who are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore off poll posting, but my god, this is by far the coolest post ever, since Boondock is indeed one of the greatest cult movies of all times. If you disagree...your mother, the movie is da bombdiggity!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2004 02:04:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Eh, a poll, but a good one!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/B/brolie/1072651855_izthingurc.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;youareconner&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Conner MacManus.  You are more serious and&lt;br&gt;less cynical.  &quot;You and your fucking&lt;br&gt;rope&quot;.  You are a yekler and not a risk&lt;br&gt;taker, except for sometimes when the time&lt;br&gt;comes.  You are loyal and would cut up your own&lt;br&gt;wrists to save someone. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/brolie/quizzes/Boondock%20Saints...%20who%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Boondock Saints... who are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore off poll posting, but my god, this is by far the coolest poll ever, since Boondock is indeed one of the greatest cult movies of all times. If you disagree...your mother, the movie is da bombdiggity!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2004 09:55:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Me = Back&lt;br /&gt;Parents = Split, again.&lt;br /&gt;:(</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2003 06:37:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at this, this is horrible. Why on earth would anyone want one of these? Aside from large families, but if you come from a home that CAN use a fourslot toaster, i really don&apos;t want to know you, because to support a massive family, you must be highly capitalist. Aside from that, who eats that much toast, or toasted products? What if you want one slice of toast? You know how the dualslot toasters have a recommended slot for the event that you want to only toast one slice of bread. This has four, and as far as i can tell, there is no recomended slot for the lone slice. Thus making your life 100x times more complicated than before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;d recommend giving this or a similar product to someone you really don&apos;t like as a gift. Maybe they too will be baffled by the single slice slot. It can only cause problems. Maybe while they are toasting only one slice, the heat from the other three are burning at such a heat, their kitchen catches on fire. Maybe they grab for the toast and miss and get a burn in the third degree. Maybe, the evilness will talk to them and tell them to kill others. Look at that thing, it looks like it&apos;s possessed, and the LCD screen looks red, that&apos;s proof enough that anything related to this product is from Satan himself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2003 17:50:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33ff33&quot;&gt;Christmas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Story&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is to pay homage to the greatest Christmas movie of all time. No movie will ever compare to the epic that is &quot; A Christmas Story. &quot; Because unlike most movies, you can actually relate to this movie. You won&apos;t find any everyday hacks turning into St. Nick. You won&apos;t find fathers dressing up like TurboMan at a Christmas Day parade. You get none of that. You get Ralphie, putting on....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 609px; HEIGHT: 243px&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;http://acs.flicklives.com/Movie/Pics/bunny2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;509&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcccc&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;THE PINK NIGHTMARE!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Ralphie, look at him, in the pink glory that is his Aunts gift. Many of us have had to endure the agony of clothing as gifts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, you have the horrible and almost deathly visit to The Man himself....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 616px; HEIGHT: 325px&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;http://acs.flicklives.com/Movie/Pics/randy_santa.jpg&quot; width=&quot;616&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at him, poor Randy, terrified as many of us once were. Do you see that elf, behind him?! OMG, she is almost as horrid as the man himself. Look at that face, that would have haunted my dreams for years, god only knows the damage it caused to Randy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And since my breakfast is almost ready, i will cut this short with the last praise of this movie. The coolest thing known to man. Its tackiness holds no boundaries, yet it is still the most awesome piece of family room decore that the whole family can love. That comes from Italy and has &quot;(Fra-Gili)&quot; on the box. This will make anyones eyes boggle and be overcome by art. The soft glow of &lt;font size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;ELECTRIC SEX!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 619px; HEIGHT: 340px&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;http://acs.flicklives.com/Movie/Pics/major_award_5.jpg&quot; width=&quot;584&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Oh, i can&apos;t forget about Flick. Poor Flick, who fell victim to the almighty &quot;&lt;strong&gt;TRIPLE DOG DARE&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;I for one have fell victim to the the triple dog dare, but not to the caliber of....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2003 02:02:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6666&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;YOU DIDN&apos;T TELL ME THE OFFICIAL DAY OF FESTIVUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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