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    <lastBuildDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 18:25:05 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2004.</copyright>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Spirituality</category>
    <category>Art</category>
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      <title>Survey.. by me.</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2004 02:18:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I actually wrote this pathetic, God-awful survey. So sue me. 


01 : I prefered Sesame Street over Barney when I was little. 

02 : I love denim. 

03 : I've had my heart broken before.

04 : I'm addicted to Angel.

05 : I've never really liked to read. 

06 : I'm against animal fur. 

07 : I think guys with piercings are hot. 

08 : Brad Pitt is my huggle muffin. 

09 : I don't like Britney Spears. 

10 : I've used a self-tanner before. 

11 : I have brown eyes. 

12 : I'm the middle child. 

13 : I wish I were funnier.

14 : I have my own website. 

15 : I blog. 

16 : I... (more)</description>
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      <title>No Name</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 23:57:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Alright, I'll start this post off with a nice little rant. 




Now while you can say that this is only because of a nice little boy who wrote on my tagboard, it rooted in a lot more. For one, why the hell do people find it perfectly acceptable to judge someone that they don't even know simply because they say something a bit away from what they wanted to hear? They ask you to give an opinion, then fucking shove it in your face. God. 



And what is it with stereotypes anyway? Fucking stupidity is all they are. Wow. I need to stop this. Meh. Who cares? Whatever. But.. goths.. punks..... (more)</description>
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      <title>Day at the Beach</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2004 17:30:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Wow, hyprocite should really be my middle name! For someone with a love of Smile Empty Soul &amp;amp; Dead Poetic, a hate for pessimism is really mis-placed. But. Meh. I like the songs, and I like the bands. I don't like useless negativity. So sue me. 



Anyway, not much has been happening. I went to Jillian's on Monday with my cousins JoJo, Libby, and Corinne, along with their neighbors Kevin and Sean, and my brother and aunt. It was fun, lol, despite the fact that I absolutely suck at games. 



Tuesday we went to the beach. I don't think I said one word while we were there. Seriously.... (more)</description>
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      <title>Daily Rant #1</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2004 23:52:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Daily Rant: Okay, is it just me, or have you noticed this too.. It seems that no matter where you go, people always find suicidal and pissed off people more interesting than a person who is actually gracious for what they have. I'm a bit pissed off myself at the fact, even though this is probuly just the little selfish voice in my head finally gaining some control over my writing. But. Meh. It just bothers me. I mean, what the hell? A person, and no, I'm not going to put a whole 'Oh no offence' thingy here because if I offend you, I'm too tired to care right now.. but.. I don't know. Why are... (more)</description>
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      <title>Sid Vicious &lt;3</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2004 18:34:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Meh. I really don't have much to say, despite the fact I've been silent for so long. I apologize to anyone who noticed..



A lot has changed, lol. For one, I'm completely obsessed over a man who died even before I was born (Sid Vicious), I haven't had social interactions in weeks, and I've kind of woken up to the fact that no one in this world is perfect. Wow. Meh. (I really like that world now too.. can't you tell? Meh. Meh.) 



My music tastes have changed a bit too. I still love New Age, but I'm learning towards Classic Rock and older music rather than the crap people are turning out... (more)</description>
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      <title>Atheism</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2004 19:11:59 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I recently finished the novel Queen of the Damned. Familiar with it? Maybe you are. It's by Anne Rice, you should very well know, and a horrific film was made out of it. Do you know the book now? Hm. Well, it was rather enjoyable. Not quite as good as the last two (Interview with the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat.) According to Amanda, however, the following works aren't very good, but I suppose I'll read them anyway. 



.. I sit here, listening to Ryan Farish's CD. I truly have no meaning to my existance. Then again, how the hell does anyone expect to put meaning behind it all? We may be... (more)</description>
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      <title>Savage Garden</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2004 21:49:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
Welcome to this dark void. Although it has the title of Deluded Reality, that is merely my take on how I perceive most of the worlds people have created within their own; The worlds I've made in mine. This place is nameless as of its beginning, nameless as of its ending. It's but the home to which I bare the shattered pieces of my broken soul, so many of those fragments molded and mutated into whatever others drove me to become. Whether you find liking in what I think, what I believe, or even if you don't, it really doesn't matter. 
Although I am not the type to openly reveal myself like... (more)</description>
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