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				<title>They will walk among us. </title> 
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This seems too crazy to be true.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/13/science/13brain.html?ex=1310443200&amp;en=58aa8ad533341354&amp;ei=5088&amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;emc=rss </description> 
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				<pubDate> Thu, 13 Jul 2006 11:01:08 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Crepitating as I type </title> 
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I made 65 dollars today.

My whole body is sore, especially my hands. I was standing in a hollow, empty church, hammering the wall for seven hours. Dust was thick in the air as chunks of plaster flew by me, into my mouth and hair.

I'm going to bed now.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Thu, 06 Jul 2006 22:55:35 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>A Recollection </title> 
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And the studying begins.

After a half an hour of just gathering materials, (notes, worksheets, quizzes) I am finally ready to start remembering all the information I've forgotten in the last few months. This will take awhile.

I'm dreading tomorrow. Math never has been a strength of mine.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 29 May 2006 18:42:10 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Maybe this will wake you up. </title> 
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I love this song.

Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn&acirc;t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you&acirc;re so post-modern
You&acirc;re diving face forward into a antiquated path
It&acirc;s disgusting, its offensive, don&acirc;t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we&acirc;re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Cause I&acirc;m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I&acirc;ve become
You&acirc;re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I&acirc;ve become
You&acirc;re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you&acirc;re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you&acirc;re life is living a lie
You don&acirc;t impress me (admit it)
You don&acirc;t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don&acirc;t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah (what do you..)

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I&acirc;ve become
You&acirc;re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!

I drift drift drift drift drift yeah
I drift drift drift drift drift yeah oh

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you'll come to be, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest way still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest</description> 
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				<pubDate> Sun, 14 May 2006 21:51:19 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Hack Attack! </title> 
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And from far away, people cower under window sills, behind curtains, through blinds. &quot;Who could this be?&quot; &quot;He certainly doesn't look Asain...&quot; &quot;Where is his suit and mask? And what about his sword?&quot;

No, there isn't a ninja on the loose. It's just me, playing hacky sack in my driveway. But I always wonder what people think from far away, because they probably can't see the hack.
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				<pubDate> Sat, 15 Apr 2006 14:51:29 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Smokey Surprise </title> 
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That was about the best (and latest) birthday party I've ever had. Totally surprising.

I also had my first day of Drivers Training today, which went extremely well. I'm a better driver than I hoped. I only killed 2 kids!</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 10 Apr 2006 22:03:01 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Twelve Days </title> 
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Lucky #Slevin is an awesome movie. Everyone, seriously, go see it. It's nice to be seventeen so I can easily see rated R movies. It was such a hassle glueing that beard on so I looked like the guy in my fake ID.

I preordered Ten Thousand Days yesterday at Best Buy. I seriously cannot wait for it to come out. The single goes on the radio the 17th, so, I'll be listening to KLQ the whole day.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Sun, 09 Apr 2006 17:51:11 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>It makes Creed not sound so bad </title> 
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Clutch sucks.
Anyone want to buy Robot Hive / Exodus?

Includes:
-Allusions to sucky bands
-Real authentic klan rally shouting
-Horrible lyrics
-Stupid pictures of robots


For the low, low price of $13.00.
Brand new; perfect condition.

Also available, but actually not quite so bad, I just never listen to them anymore:

Between the Buried and Me - Alaska*
Godsmack - Faceless
Finger Eleven - Self Titled*
Midtown - Forget What you Know
Sevendust - Seasons*
Sevendust - Animosity
Unwritten Law - Elva
Hoobastank- The Reason
Something Corporate - Leaving Through the Window
Maroon5 - Songs About Jane
Saliva - Back Into Your System
311 - Evolver
Queens of the Stone Age - Lullabies to Paralyze*
Korn - Take a Look in the Mirror*
Fuel - Natural Selecter
Three Days Grace - Self Titled
Doves - Some Cities
Three Doors Down - Away from the Sun*

*Include DVD Bonus Material*
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				<pubDate> Wed, 05 Apr 2006 20:59:14 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Fingers twitch and muscles flinch </title> 
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I've been lying in my bed since 10, wide awake. The pills that my mom got me say &quot;Stop use and ask a doctor if sleeplessness occurs.&quot; I don't think I'll be using them anymore, which is too bad because they work really well. 

I'm going to be so dead tomorrow.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>Esophagus Roller-Coaster Derailed </title> 
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The drummer in my ear is a slow monotonous ache beating his rhythm to that of my pulse. If I swallow, cough, or even breathe, it feels like lawn furniture is being shoved down my throat. Also, I have recently learned that my nostrils once contained tiny dams that kept all the fluids in my body in their proper places and off of my top lip. I no longer have these tiny dams. As a result of this, my waste-basket and the floor around it has become haunted with a thousand little ghosts. A thousand slimy, sticky, and gooey little ghosts.

I haven't gotten any better since I left school after second hour on Thursday, but I have to make it through the next three days. I have to make up all the tests I've missed, (so far I've been told of four). I have no idea how I'll pass any of them.

I need to find out what assignments I've missed so I can start doing them right now. If anyone is in American Literature with Dolbee, could you please tell me what she assigned on Friday? I'd greatly appreciate it.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>Nine Months </title> 
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Today will be amazing.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>Insomnia? No. </title> 
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I want to go to bed, but my blanket is in the dryer, and apparently we have no other blankets in this house. I put my bedding in the washer earlier today, but I forgot to dry it until about 20 minutes ago. So now I'm here, bored and exhausted, hoping we have another day off tomorrow. If we don't, I'm sure I'll be falling asleep in class.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>I have come to the conclusion, and reshaped it. </title> 
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It is finally done and I will never look back on or think about it ever again.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>The caution and fear of growing up displayed with pillow and blanket forts </title> 
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This weekend was pretty good, except for the past few hours when I was doing my homework. This research assignment is driving me mad. I need one more outside source, and I need to figure out how to cite the ones I already have. 

I'm trying out for the musical on Tuesday. We're singing Tribute by Tenacious D. Oh, and I'm also learning out to play the guitar. It'll take awhile, but I think it will be cool once I get good.

Oh, and if anyone works at a fast food restaurant and wants to be on Hawk Talk, let me know.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>Cereal in an Ash Tray </title> 
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This has been the best Christmas Break ever. 

New Years Eve day Amanda took me to Lake Michigan and we walked along the beach. It was glorious! And we saw the Ringer and Fun with Dick and Jane. She also bought be Arrested Development Season One DVDs, which we watched all of last night.

I also used all of my Best Buy gift cards and the 100 dollars that I had to buy an mp3 player. Let me tell you something...

it is AWESOME!

15000 songs is more than enough. 
For now.

See you tomorrow.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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