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  <updated>2006-10-27T23:42:08Z</updated>
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    <title>Going back to the basics</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T23:42:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T23:42:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, sooo the next couple of weeks i am going to go back to what i know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Fitness - I will own my body again, fight season is coming up and i think that although i had my doubts i am going to fight at strike force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Fighting- Strike force, and i have a lot of training to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Photography- I haven't taken pictures for days, but i found&amp;nbsp;a darkroom, and all i have is emotion right now, so i am going to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Music - Music is a huge part of my life, and i want to find more bands i like and enjoy listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, tonight is going to be a binge. I am going to go up to santa cruz with my room mates and other friends from college.. I am planning on drinking myself silly, and consuming the rest of the drugs i have.. After this weekend, whatever is left is going to be flushed. I dont have a drug problem, but i can anticipate thinking more seriously about one during the holidays. I figure i should just go completely sober, since i dont think i need to be on the edge of anything. I dont need drugs or booze to make things better in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eatting, i am debating about giving up meat. I feel that it might help jump start my system into fitness mode, the only thing i am concerned about is that I wont be getting enough protein to keep my muscels going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:portchmonkey4lf:1069</id>
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    <title>Pain</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T00:29:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T00:29:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that i am a live more then ever, because i feel the pain that only one feels when they are living. Have I truly lived? Have i truly loved? I'd like to say yes to both. All i know is that the pain consumes me, and this is the first time in my life that i have yet to numb it. I haven't eatten in three days, I can't sleep, and i learned that waffles can't be cooked after so long. I am in desperate need of some help, but i won't allow anyone to help the suffering. This is how it should be, this is what it is. The battle is over, i my self, am the weary soldier at rest. Whats the next step now, i am unsure of. All i know is that i need to take a step, and hopefully, it will be a constructive one. There are only so many more days of not eatting i can handle before i wont get out of bed. I have already cried all the tears i can shed. I have lost. My life needs to find a new direction, one less consumed with other peoples feelings and more so whats going on with me now. Who am i? Its an excellent question. I used to know who i was. I was fun loving and carefree. Now i am consumed with pain. What will come when the pain subsides. What is there to do after this black cloud clears? Who will i be? What will define me? Leaving the state is looking better then ever. But then that would just mean that i am running away. Oh how i wish i could run as far away as i can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Toilet hugging and other such adventures</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T18:03:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-02T18:03:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;OKAY.. So &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Mr. Moore tonight to hang out.. And we decided to hit up the hookah lounge... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first we had to eat, cause i get sick if i dont eat before smoking hookah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to taco bell, which tasted good, and we made friends with some people who were working... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the hookah lounge.. and chris and his posse are there, and then pretty much everyone else and their mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a table with chris outside(thats right because there was no space inside, because everyone and their mom is there)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course outside, i have a middle school reunion(which is always *fun* &amp;lt;--- insert sarcasm here)... and heck people we know from chillin at the lounge... and people i played basketball with ect....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are all chill... and its getting cold so Brett and I decide to bounce... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course i take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE LAST DRAG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... before we go... and then i start to feel it... and i am like shhhhhhhhhitttttttt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drive home in brett's bumpy jeep.. and i get out and i can barely move... so i am like dude.. I am going to go home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how i was able to drive home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and the rest was history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even think that i have every puked that much in my LIFE. no joke. no over exaggerating (well maybe there was this one time with rum and coke... and a long night of hair holding up..but thats beside the point)... in the last 5 years.. this is the most i have ever puked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body just cant take fast food anymore, to much eating right, and working out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i am sitting here bored, and eating crackers.. in hopes of not throwing them up in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoOt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar</title>
    <published>2006-07-30T03:24:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-30T03:24:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;Wow.. So last night was not so fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to hang out with Matt, but danielle was there too. and it just didn't go as i would have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks me how i can do it. I honestly have no idea. I dont know. I dont know if i honestly care or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh drug induced drama how i loath thee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good that came of it was talking on the phone with him for hellza hours, watching the sun rise, and playing with the most adorable kitten alive.. ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a chill day, that consisted of coffee to help my head, and sleep.. and avoiding everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a shower, when do dont sleep for 24 hours some reason you are more icky then when you do actually sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This honestly makes no sence to me. None. But what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a rant last night. I am debating wether i should post it here or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually debating if i just want to get rid of it..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get fucked up..&lt;br /&gt;and be a world of perpetual drug induced love.&lt;br /&gt;Love of life, and love of people.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to decided wether your drug induced anythings, are real. Or are they false.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be thin.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be everything that i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take back that which i know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and trade it for the ignorance i dont have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;It's sleep, life, and&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;It's speed, coke, and meth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>What it doooooo livejournal?!?!</title>
    <published>2006-07-29T00:41:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-29T00:41:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;First live journal post ever.... on this name...... HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work and i am bored, what more can i say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going out tonight with Matt tonight, and i dont know who else. We are going to get our party on, and see clerks 2 and then im going to take a nap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on Saturday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have dinner with my uncle... but i think that i am going to opt out on that one. I am not a huge fan of family affairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Guild Dani, this upcoming monday? It could be fun, oui?&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all i &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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