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  <title>Ponderous thoughts......</title>
  <subtitle>Probing my brain....</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-07-26T15:06:50Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:15071</id>
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    <title>Just got a laptop</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T15:06:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T15:06:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel as though I will be updating more frequently. More to come later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace :)&lt;br /&gt;Steph</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:14727</id>
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    <title>This is my first post of 2007!</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T00:39:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T00:39:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just wanted to post so that I could prove that I can go back to something from my past whenever I feel like it!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:14535</id>
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    <title>Yep I pretty much don't use this thing:</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T17:17:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T17:17:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so I am such a pushover I consistently and constantly do what people "need" me to do...but surprisngly it affords me certain oppurtunities.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:14311</id>
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    <title>Finished with Psych class</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T20:34:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-23T20:34:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>background music to sister's computer game</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am so glad to have taken the final and to be done with by far my most challenging course this semester. I found it incredibily difficult to listen to other people's belliefs being read off as truths for about ninety days. It's really hard to listen to someone spout on and on about things that everyone else just accepts as the abject truth. Not everyone beliefs this stuff that was being said but not everyone stood up and disagreed. It is so not cool that I constantly get berated for taking a stand against conformity with a logical thought process. It sucks to be a peacock in a world of blind sheep. Throughout growing up I found myself asking a timeless question: Why is it so difficult to just be oneself? Invariably I find myself with a single answer- To be oneself is to be different then others. To be different means a lack of understanding about other, different, people. People are afraid of what they don't understand. Fear manifests itself in many differnt and trying ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace :)&lt;br /&gt;Steph</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:13916</id>
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    <title>Do I have any will power... at all</title>
    <published>2006-01-20T11:48:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-20T11:48:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>abso-bloody-lutely silent</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;How is it that for all of my intentions, I cannot manage to follow through with any of them lately. Perhaps it's not just lately, this could be a character flaw. I am a self-described control freak with no will power. I didn't even know that was possible. It is way too early and I am way too tired. I really don't want to go to class today. It's not that I feel bad I just feel semi-lethargic. Damn my lack of will power. I totally planned my sleep deprivation schedule and yesterday went great. Last night I think I might have ruined it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peace :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Steph&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:13732</id>
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    <title>My research paper:</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T11:40:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T11:40:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sound of the printer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It starts off pretty good but toward the conclusion everything just goes downhill. For something that was finished at 1 o'clock in the morning I am pretty impressed. I'm kind of wondering if the start of the paper can make up in any way for the conclusion. My introduction kind of kicked ass. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:13455</id>
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    <title>Myspace isn't working</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T11:32:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T11:32:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence of early morning</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I really wanted to go on myspace this morning: but it is down for regular site maintenance and that kind of sucks. Oh well. I'm pretty tired and the coffee hasn't finished brewing yet so I'm still really half asleep and still kind of craving my pillow and sheets. What is a girl to do first thing in the morning? My favorite guess if I was less of a procrastinator would be to do some work for class today, but in all honesty it probably wouldn't be all that good. I would undoubtedly not remember a word that I read or wrote. I think I'm going to get coffee and get dressed. The bus comes soon and I really don't want to miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace :) Happy Holidays&lt;br /&gt;Steph</content>
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    <title>cheerchic24_7 @ 2005-11-05T15:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T20:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T20:36:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not just angry I'm pissed. I am so angry right  now that I am shaking. I don't want anything to do with him ever again. I don't know who the hell he thinks he is that cowardly ass hole. Who the fuck would swear to their own 14 year old child? He is the fucking worst father ever. I hate him. He fucking sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</content>
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    <title>I don't care if it makes me a bad person...</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T23:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T23:20:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Screaming</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I fucking hate him. With a lively passion I don't care if he lives or dies. I want him to have no impact on my life. I want him out. I hate him. He fucking sucks ass. There is no other person on the planet who I would let get away with all of the shit that he has done to my family. I don't want anything to do with him. His last breath will be right before the largest sigh of relief that has ever escaped from my mouth. When he is gone my life will be complete. He doesn't deserve to die but it would make me intensely happy. What the hell was I thinking letting him tread all over my family. He makes them cry and it fucking sucks. I am so sick of his shit and not being able to do anything about it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:12638</id>
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    <title>Responsibility</title>
    <published>2005-10-07T15:17:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-07T15:17:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Seether "Remedy"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I am really quite responsible. I don't misbehave, I work hard, I babysit, I make decent grades, I fulfill obligations, I meet expectations, I don't act out really. So why is it that there is so much that I don't do and that people critique me for, why does everyone have to nitpick. I do everything else that they want me to do for them and everyone else. Why aren't I finally good enough?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I really need a break from my life. I need some period of time when I don't have to be the girl who is dependable, I don't want to be the good girl, I want to go out and have a great time just being myself and surprising people in a different way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm sick of pretending...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;: | Steph&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:12349</id>
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    <title>It's early...</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T10:18:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-05T10:18:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The drip of the coffee pot!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I have difficult understanding the concept behind not being able to sleep. It is in fact very difficult to understand a lot of things when one is suffering from sleep deprivation. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My mother got so mad at me on Sunday night and yesterday afternoon was the first time that she really talked to me since I'm so glad that she's getting over it finally. My brother always makes things worse sometimes without even trying. I have class and work tonight, and therefore can't start anything until after 6:00 p.m. This means that I can't get&amp;nbsp;to sleep&amp;nbsp;until 12-1:00.&amp;nbsp;I'm tired of doing twenty hour days every day I need the weekend now!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Be yellow and green but not in the sense of jaundice and fungus.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peace :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Steph&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheerchic24_7:12093</id>
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    <title>I'm going to the movies tonight...</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T22:16:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T22:16:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Macy Gray "I Try"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Tonight Jay and I are going to go to the movies to see Cry Wolf, I am so excited I really need to get out of the house and doing something not school related. I just went over Mandakinze's house and we spent like two and half hours on homework = lack of fun. I am totally sick of being at home because my mother is fucking critical and I don't think that&amp;nbsp;I can take much more. She's going to some college funding seminar thing tonight too so it really will be a break from life. Not to mention the fact that my little brother drives me insane and I don't want to be home when the man who contributed sperm to my being drops my sister off at home at 8. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel kind of self centered right now and I'm not entirely sure that my head is in a very good place. I feel like I've been in school for way too long and I need to have a break and get away from it all. I'm really contemplating the ideas and concepts behind colors right now and I feel like a new theory could be developing for me. I feel like colors might be something. I just have a quote racing through my mind over and over again that I somehow feel might be mildly relative. "Describe the object, " the geometry teacher says. " Blue" the student responds. "Not a color describe what it is (shape)."&amp;nbsp; I feel like colors can be. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is black a color? Is white really the absence of color? What is color? Why does it exsist? &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Steaming angry</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T19:22:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T19:22:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my creaky chair</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I mean smoke billowing from my eardrums. I have not a single rational thought in my brain. I am literally insane. Nothing can stop me. I need serious help. No really, I need to get a grip. I am totally sick of being told to relax. If it was so fucking easy why the hell haven't I done it yet? It is so easy to say such idiotic and uncomforting things like, "Just cool down",or even better "Breathe."&lt;br&gt;I am not really that angry of a person I just am totally sick of how much things can suck. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I worry. OK get the fuck over it. If I'm flipping out, it's not funny, it's not be just being me, it's not fodder for future jokes or conversations, it's none of anybody's fucking business. So get the hell out of my damn face and don't even think of pretending that you know me at all. &lt;br&gt;Aghh... idiots. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don't even know what it was that set me off today. I mean I walked into English class and I felt wonderful. Then at some point between then and the end of the day, I just got pissed. I am so angry and I have no idea why. I am literally having a written panic attack right now instead of hyperventilating, or attacking a person. This feels mildly healthy, I am so proud of myself. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel much better. I have a lot of pent up aggression, this seems so much better then holding it in. I should just write out my angry feelings. So let's psychoanalyze: Why am I angry?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My father is a pricky asshole--this makes me angry&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I am entirely oppressed in today's society&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My family (Mum, brother, sister) are incredibly critical of everything that we do&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I hate myself--I don't react well to stress and I hold myself to an entirely different set of standards then I do for other people&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;School is stressing me out-- too much work, not enough time to learn the material before tests&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I fuck up everything that I come into contact with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wow! I am very angry. My heart is beating faster right now. I am calming down. It has been a while since I felt this relaxed actually. I can feel my muscles relaxing and the tension letting go. It actually hurts. Things will get better I can feel it in my bone marrow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peace :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Steph&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sick and wierd</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T01:22:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-19T01:22:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kelly Clarkson "Since You Been Gone"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Me, I'm feeling really sickly right now. I don't know precisely why it took me so long to get sick, because everyone else in my family was sick like a month ago when I was fine. My nose is stuffed, I have a really bad headache, and every single muscle in my body hurts. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lately I have been noticing that I am very weird. In the actual sense of my being abnormal. I'm not entirely sure that this is a bad thing. But if anyone else has any ideas I really would hope that they would share them with me. I&amp;nbsp;feel as though I'm falling into an abyss, like my entire life is falling or rather collapsing down again. I feel like I'm too weak to hold anything up anymore. But mostly right now I feel like I'm settling which scares me because if I feel like I'm weird when I'm being the closest to myself, perhaps the real me is certifiably insane.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wonder if I am actually okay right now or if that is all just wishful thinking. How crazy do you have to be before it stops registering to yourself? If it isn't okay to be like this, is there anything that I can do to get better? Oh, boy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peace :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Steph&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>today...</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T16:45:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T16:45:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hum of the air conditioner</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's Friday and I just felt the need to write something down. Not necessarily to mark something or some important occasion in my young life but to get out words so that I can see them. I feel restless, as if I need to do something but I just can't put my finger on what it is that I want to do. I suppose that I should be doing my history homework but the start of school just seems so far away. I&amp;nbsp;can't be bothered to get dressed and I don't particularly feel like making plans for today. I just feel anxious I suppose. My mind is racing and so is my heart. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Life throws interesting things at a person. Life or rather the collection of memories that builds as we age is odd almost to the point of being completely illogical. I wonder where I'll be in twenty years; that is if I'll be in twenty years. So I know this guy who says that he's an existentialist. I'm not entirely sure why, but I just can't buy that belief. In fact I'm having a lot of trouble submitting lately to any preconceived form of thought. I just don't buy much right now. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm very angry right now. It's like an undercurrent just beneath the surface of my everyday emotions. I can't really get past it right now. I feel like I need to fix my life but I'm too angry to start. My father is one of the main sources of my anger. I really just wish that he'd go away, so that I wouldn't have to deal with his shit anymore. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My anxiety has returned and I really don't know how to make it go away. This is a problem that makes me angry with myself and it is something that I need to fix as soon as possible. I know that life isn't supposed to be easy and I realize that I have it pretty good if I compare&amp;nbsp;my life to other people's, but I really wish I could just catch a mental break. Because right now I really can't stand to be myself. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I also have noticed that recently I have been incredibly mean to people around me. I have tended to take out my frustrations on other people&amp;nbsp;and I realize that this is&amp;nbsp;wrong. I guess&amp;nbsp;I just got sick of compartmentalizing all of my problems and&amp;nbsp;stopped doing it. This is unacceptable and weak. I have no reason&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;complain. I need to get a better grip. I just haven't been feeling like myself and everyone is pissing me off. I'm going to stop acting like that now. It isn't me and it doesn't fix anything. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peace :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm espresso</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T15:56:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T15:56:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DABB99" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Espresso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/coffeequiz/espresso.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/coffeequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>poem</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T15:51:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T15:51:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"A Party for Two" Shania Twain f. Mark McGrath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A poem i just wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         My Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts coursing through my brain&lt;br /&gt;People seem distant&lt;br /&gt;Unimportant&lt;br /&gt;Time flying past my window&lt;br /&gt;The perspective I have is unique&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;Ideas challenging my every belief&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is incessant&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;I can't give in &lt;br /&gt;I won't give in &lt;br /&gt;I'm just too&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn</content>
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    <title>Relaxation</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T00:47:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T00:47:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sum 41 "We're all to Blame"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If it were so easy for me to relax why wouldn't I do it. If anyone else gets hyped up(freaked out?)they are told to relax by someone. If it were so easy why doesn't the person trust that they can do it without being told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it natural to be calm if their are elements in society that frazzle the human race. How is it healthy to just get over something so quickly by just calming down? If something bothers someone why would anyone logically assume that the healthiest thing for that person to do is to stop having their own feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it bother other people when people are "over-reacting" to something that they care enough about to do something in public? If one person is worried about something people panic because they begin to question whether it is actually a good situation or if they too should be worrying. Worrying takes a lot of work and energy. Maybe people aren't willing to put that much effort into something that they were wrong at one point about, so to save face they try to oppress the opposing view so they don't have to ever make that decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fear the unknown so much. That which is not determined easily just can not have any bearing on the decison making process of some of these people. The complex is just too much work for these people. Is it too much work for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I need to think. &lt;br /&gt;Peace!</content>
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    <title>black mail</title>
    <published>2005-05-20T00:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-20T00:27:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blackmail is one of the worst part's of our society. It's now so acceptable that parents use blackmail to get their kids to do things. How wrong is that? It also bothers me how you never really notice something that is wrong until it happens to you [at least half the time.] I feel so selfish, like I never really care about other people until it affects me. I just can't always think about all of the people in the world and be sane. Is that another human safety measure? Is it even possible to think about other people all the time and still be considered a rational human being.</content>
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    <title>My favorite new band and today</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T22:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T22:20:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crossfade "The Deep End"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crossfade&lt;/strong&gt; is my new favorite band. I bought the cd on a complete whim and I love every single song. This band rocks and if anyone actually reads this they &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; to check &lt;strong&gt;Crossfade &lt;/strong&gt;out as soon as humanly possible. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today my father came to pick up some of his... stuff,no crap. All the power tools that he has collected over the course of his nineteen year marriage to my mum. He sent an e-mail that I had the extreme privelage of reading. The twisted lies that come out of that man's mouth still astound me even though they shouldn't. I am absolutely sick of&amp;nbsp;him being in the same state&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;my family&amp;nbsp;and me. I guess sometimes people&amp;nbsp;who aren't willing to change, just can't. It's just&amp;nbsp;dissapointing to build up some sub-conscious hope that I could be wrong about him and then him blowing it to a milllion shattered pieces when he does yet another moronic thing that screws&amp;nbsp;up my whole family.&amp;nbsp;It's not right for&amp;nbsp;him to mess around with&amp;nbsp;my little brother and sister like this. My mum just can't take any&amp;nbsp;more of this crap that he's putting her through. I am sick&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;having to hug her when she's crying over some new stupid thing that he's gone and done. I am sick of all the crying in my life. Ughh! Sometimes life is just so unnecessary. Like the fact that he needs to rub his idiocy in my face all the time, when it would be so much easier to just leave us alone. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Life thoughts</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T00:33:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T00:33:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Billy Idol "Scream"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Did you ever get that feeling like you missed the class where they taught everyone else how to act or what to do when they encounter any type of situation? As if everyone else got the manual and you were too late? Life always seems easier for everybody else? I mean you don't go out and see someone and automatically picture them crying their eyes out, screaming at the top of their lungs that they just can't handle this anymore. But seriously, everyone does. So how does it seem that everyone else can hide it so much better than you can? Maybe I don't actually come off as unstable as I actually am, you know just like everybody else. If life was all peaches and cream for everyone then I really would be nuts. But if everyone is in the same boat, I am pretty normal. &lt;br /&gt;People fascinate me. The idea that we can somehow all function living together with all our differences on the same place, amazes me. Variety is the spice of life they say. And when it comes to people they couldn't have been more right. Without all the differences, why would we choose to exist. What would be the point? I would love to try being someone else for a day. To actually walk in someone else's shoes. I think it would make me appreciate that person more. I mean if you are not with that person, how do you know what they are doing? They could be totally different then what you expected. &lt;br /&gt;It's spring break and I am at home doing the whole work thing, spending some time thinking and there is certainly a lot on my mind. I feel like researching some philosophical perspectives. I feel like a change in attitude is about due. A happier return to my daily life. I want the old more positive me back with some improvements from now. And that is what I am going to do, starting right now.</content>
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    <title>Work at AI</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T15:33:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T15:33:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am unbelievably angry at the way situations at A.I. are being handled. This is going to be a rant. I refuse to get stressed out today after a really difficult day yesterday. I am going to knock the socks off of all of the managers, owners, and everybody else that works at Adventure Isle. I'm not going to leave the "party hallway" unless I'm going to get a party or cart. I refuse to be made fun of but if anyone says anything I'm just going to ignore them. Today will be a positive day, the only complaints that will occur will be because I was hovering. I am going to be the best party host anyone has ever seen. It's my mission; it's my mantra. Just Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will be fine. Granted, I am choosing to take some difficult classes; it will still be an awesome year. Chem and Algebra II will be hard but I will be fine. My GPA will be higher then what it was at the end of last semester. The college search process will continue and I will find a good school. I am going to do really well on the SATs and will get into the schools I want to go to. The world however will not crumble if I don't. Everything is going to be alright; I feel entirely optimistic about the future right now. I feel like myself again. Time is not working against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mission is going to be not to piss anyone off. I am going to apologize profusely to everyone for yesterday. I was feeling defensive and it won't happen again,or at the very least I'll try my best. I am rededicated to working hard and with a positive attitude I will receive positive results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-day in school Model United Nations on Friday went really well and I actually turned out to be a moderator.  Representing the UK was awesome. A real power player and super power I was thrilled to have such an important role in my committee. We debated the Kyoto Protocol on global warming. It seemed largely productive and Monday night's continued debate on the issue of Iran's nuclear program should be fun. I am looking forward to IS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a bit of homework that I should probably be doing now, instead of spending this amount of time ranting and raving about my own life in an online journal. How selfish can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't feel as guilty I am going to pose a question to anybody who might read this but mostly toward myself: Do human beings actually have free will?</content>
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    <title>Panic</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T21:18:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T21:18:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blind panic and sheer terror set in; and there is no reason why. &lt;br /&gt;No excuse, just that something makes me nervous. I can't focus on anything really. Everything gets blurrier and my heart constricts. This happened for the first time in plain sight yesterday at the theater where I work. Now I'm constantly thinking about was is going to happen to me next. People usually are not around when I flip out that bad. I'm stressing about stressing out. This is the vicious cycle that I get so caught up in, every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.Peace!</content>
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    <title>Mutable Past</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T14:39:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T14:39:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>washing machine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The idea that the past is not unchangeable is fascinating. What if it was possible to from the present go back in some way and change the way a series of events went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what if the things we believe to be true about the past are not true. How many people now were alive back when Winston Churchill was around? Not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I'm thinking about;&lt;br /&gt;Peace</content>
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    <title>Addicted to Alias</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T13:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T13:54:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Addicted to Alias When...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every fast food joint you go to, you order "the special, no pickles" regardless of the fact that you LIKE pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe wearing a colorful wig and tight clothing can help you get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You check the sides of old book pages for Russian characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you see a black Mercedes, it reminds you of Sark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice every Ford Focus on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use the phrase "There are just so many problems with this..." at every possible opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have suspicions that your spouse may actually be a double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your non- Alias obsessed friends (like you have any of those left! Hah!) refuse to talk to you about Italians, prophecies, pickles, wigs, parent/daughter relationships, spies or anything else that might lead to a discussion about Alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually BUY a blue Ford Focus. (With gold rims, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if Sark actually could be Irina's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop opinions and theories about this and other unanswered facets of the show, and spend a large amount of time formulating arguments for both sides of the debate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main question you ask yourself shopping is "Would Sydney wear something like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have seen every episode. Ever. More than 5 times a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to see Daredevil just for Jennifer Garner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You flip out when you see Michael Vartan in One Hour Photo married to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mention of weddings, rings, or two years just gets you incredibly ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a bad grade on a paper you tell your friend about your professor saying "legally he's right, ethically he's an ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the topic of TV shows comes up, you automatically ask the person "Do you watch Alias?" and if they say they've never heard of it... you immediately end the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the songs played in the show.. and you instinctively listen for the lines of the characters.. and know precisely when their lines occurred in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your history teacher mentions something about the KGB.. and you suddenly think "Irina?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a codename that people actually call you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think having no first name is a perfectly acceptable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Asian men in wheelchairs creep you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never view epoxy in the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself trying to find good, compelling reasons to sway your significant other that your next child/pet should be named "Irina" or "Sydney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel aggravated and insulted when you watch the episode of "Frasier" where Victor Garber plays Dr. Crane's British butler. ("Years of agent training and experience, wasted...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel a strange urge to bite Mike Tyson's ear off every time you think of "Jimmy Kimmel Live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you hear a truly interesting song, you immediately think of how that song would fit into a scene from Alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself criticizing the REAL CIA based solely on your knowledge of Alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Jerry Springer's guests have boring, uncomplicated family/friend relationships and easy, simple-to-fix personal problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become incredibly irritated when people say, "That girl Sydney, doesn't she really report to someone else?" and can tell them exactly how many episodes behind the times they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin fantasizing about planting listening devices on your significant other's work clothes, just to see if you can find anything exciting/spy-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  know what J/I, S/V, S/W, Sarkney, Slark, slash, and shipper are, and have opinions on all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you hear the Nokia ringtone, you get excited even though there's no way it could be Vaughn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look for air vents you could crawl into incase of an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning instead of saying "hello" to your friend you just say "Did you SEE VAUGHN'S BOXERS???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people you have on your AIM buddy list are people you've met through Alias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you begin to doze off in history class and only snap back to attention when the teacher uses the words "Alliance" or "Covenant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You record every episode, then go out and buy the DVDs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream about Irina Derevko at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweiss does not sound like a candy bar to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assume that anyone who wears dark eyeliner is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet a nice person and immediately become suspicious of their motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You constantly try to figure out ways to get Jack and Irina back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Alias.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/addicted.html"&gt;Get Your Own Addicted Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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