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  <title>Gay.</title>
  <subtitle>People.</subtitle>
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    <name>Gay People.</name>
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    <title>So, it's summer.....</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T13:34:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T13:34:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and this summer is the mid-point of my life for the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more agonizing, sleep-deprived, stress-inducing years until (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;a B.S. in Econ and/or Math and a decent enough transcript to actually have a chance at graduate schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the middle of all this, from an unknown source of motivation, i look back and feel disgusted at the few occassions on the way to said mid-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the people that I've stepped on on the way here.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-10-10T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T03:40:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T03:40:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b8/Young_machetes_cover.jpg/600px-Young_machetes_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Machetes.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-10-05T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T07:07:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T07:07:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mwy- in a sweater poorly knit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't even know anymore. I look at life right now at this moment and everything seems fine. I guess there was really only two things that I wanted to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the "excitement" of college has obviously been lost. i remember last year being so excited about all of this shit and after a year and continuing on now, i don't even know what the hell i'm doing in school. its become just a part of my day, a chore, a routine. not that high school or last year was any different, this time around i just don't have the motivation or any real agreeable reason to try. i surprised myself considering dropping out or take a break but knowing myself i most likely wouldn't go back to school. thing is, i can't help but just think of how fast i can get this done with. if all this is for is a piece of paper saying that i went through 4 years of higher education, where is the substance? where are the dreams that motivate me? the things i really want to do have nothing to do with such things. i have no desire for wealth and absolutely no desire to waste time just to be "well off". well-off is a bullshit term anyways. i don't want to work daily in the same "office" or "cubicle". fuck that, i don't even know what i want to do with this. none of this doesn't make any sense and i'm just tired, but its hard to dedicate myself to something i just don't see any real growth from. all i can think about when it comes to school is how fast i can get my required credits done and how fast i can resort to electives just so i can get away from a single-track education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) there a few people i'd like to sit down and just catch up with. think i've just been too attached to the daily routines of life that i've lost a few connections here and there. for example, on my way home tonight, i get a phone call from an unknown number. out of nowhere i hear a familiar voice go, "hey james what's going on tonight?" and i was surprised cause i hadn't heard this voice for a LONG time and they asked such a simple question as if i see them often. then it hits me that its jon bush. apparently he's back in town, not sure for how long but he's one of such people i'd like to just hang out with and discuss whatever. i need to get out of my own life. someone remind me they exist and we'll discuss what's happened in the past month(s) or year(s). oh and by exist doesn't mean i forgot. i mean i suck and my life has consumed and taken control of me temporarily and i am apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i randomly decided to update and actually write something. so far for the past two weeks straight its been: school, work, band, alyssa, friends, cigarettes, beer, recording, drumstuff, more recording, more work, more alyssa, more cigarettes, school again. then repeat. not complaining at all though like i said everything is fine. but its at a cruising level. and i'm constantly busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and buy our EP/demo/"whatever we're releasing because bennet can't make up his mind and i don't give a shit" when it comes out. because this band actually has substance and structure. i apologize for the atrocity two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i write in this thing i feel dead and monotone. i can re-read what i wrote and imagine as if i was dane saying it outloud. sorry dane. you're not dead but slightly monotone and you know it so i'm really not that sorry. as if dane or anyone for that matter reads this.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-09-28T15:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T22:12:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-28T22:12:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/bf/Mewithoutyou_brothersister_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, Sister.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:skfjasa:31760</id>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-07-01T01:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T09:00:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T09:00:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RR Soundtrack in my head.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I am a total fuckin idiot and I fell asleep next to my laptop. Yes the computer and myself were both on the bed. Yes the computer was opened, powered on, and it was on the corner of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 3 AM pouring sweat in a feverish like manner and it was unexpected that I'd feel like crap since I've felt like a god recently. So I thought to myself, "goddamn it i can't get sick now, i work fuckin 7 days a week". and at the same time kinda woke myself up completely and swung my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i know, I heard a thud and I notice that the lights in my room are still on and I probably fell asleep. I look over and I see my laptop (still open and on) on the ground sitting next to my fan and the display is all cracked and broken. At this time of the night I had no intention of using my energy to curse up a storm and freak out so I literally just went back to sleep to try to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day later....I find out that I can either spend somewhere around $550 to fix my screen or I can just go ahead and buy a new computer. But get this, I, like many people my age, DON'T HAVE THE MONEY TO GO BUYING RANDOM LAPTOPS. Either way I'm out a chunk of cash, but goddamn it this fucking blows because I love that computer to death. When I bought it, it was the odd one out. The only one with a Radeon graphics card. The only one with 60 gigs AND 512 RAM. The only one capable of handling the things I do on a computer without being uber expensive or over-geared. It was just fuckin right. and somewhere along the lines karma decided to fuck me and let me break one of the few things I get joy from. GOD FUCKIN' DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this sucks and I don't care about how "its just a computer". EVERY OTHER COMPUTER IN MY LIFE THAT I'VE USED OR WORKED ON OR BUILT HAVE LEFT ME DISAPPOINTED FOR A CERTAIN PERIOD BEFORE IT GOT BETTER. THIS TOSHIBA WAS LOVELY FROM THE START UNTIL THE DAY ITS FACE BROKEN IN. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am pretty sure I'm just gonna get the screen fixed as opposed to getting a brand new computer because its pretty rare for me to find another "odd one out". All the good ones are TOO good and TOO expensive. and all the shitty ones are TOO shitty to even spend the cheap money on. If i can find another one thats "just right", then that means karma forgives. Until then I will do good deeds and give the fuckin creepy lady her Fajita Fiesta Pollo Salad the way she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for fuck's sakes, its not that fuckin hard to remember and yet everytime she comes in she makes it sound like its the hardest fuckin thing to do. LADY - ITS JUST A PAIN IN THE ASS TO DO AND YOU DON'T TIP ENOUGH TO GIVE ANYONE THE INCENTIVE. WE DON'T WANT YOUR $0.87 TIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry totally doesn't deliver. I just wished I wasn't so stupid and broke my computer the way I did. I remember not buying the extended warranty because I told myself "only idiots break their computer physically or unintentionally." or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this entry still doesn't deliver.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-06-18T00:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T07:42:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T07:44:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dude it was so intense today at work i was half watching the ITA vs. USA game while half serving tables. ITA scored in the first 25 minutes but USA tied up the game 1-1 ten minutes later. The game ended 1-1 draw between USA and ITA. This was a huge game for the USA and they pretty much had to win it in order to stay strong in the first half of the tournament. but they tied. for some reason i start thinking that the game is rigged. The only way the USA finds its way to elimination is if Czech definitely loses their next game (which they won't) and if USA definitely wins their next game (which they will). and no one will know what happens and thats how FIFA makes the world keep watching. and fuck people who come in and say "turn off this crap, put on baseball". Football is the real sport, you isolationist american pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only JK on that last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. I am tired from working a double and all I want to do now is have a nice cold drink and watch world cup games but they are only on in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my own prediction says that England, Germany, Italy, and Argentina will find their way to the finals. Korea and Australia will definitely get into elimination but i don't know if they'll get far. Australia and Korea are gonna be good games this year. Brazil vs. Australia and France vs. Korea are gonna be good games. I'm gonna stop talking about football now and end this stupid entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, Carly needs to stop triple seating people and sucking hardcore. she's only gonna be working here for like another 2-3 months anyways go away carly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; I just found out that Czech is playing Italy next so yes they will lose their next game but it should be good. maybe USA does have a chance but they will blow Germany and England hardcore if they ever play in elimination. MUAHAHHA die USA you lost to Germany 4 years ago anyways fuck that. oh well. I like Germans. They are hot. says Carlos.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-06-11T01:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T08:57:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T08:57:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK. GET IT AWAY. IT SHOULD BE GONE WITH THIS POST! IF ITS NOT FUCK LJ.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-06-11T01:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T08:52:37Z</published>
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    <content type="html">oh yeah i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://movie.press.ne.jp/photo/050608_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. and its football not soccer. and you all should watch it cause its more liberating and entertaining than the other shitty american sports that everyone else loves that don't matter.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-06-11T01:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T08:48:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T08:48:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>its okay though cause i am insane and i love my job</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So lately I've been doing nothing but work and seeing Lindsay for a short span of time then I cut myself then I go back to work then I go home and cut myself and then I sleep. Repeat that couple times and then every other time add in "I hang out w/ friends" somewhere near the end. Not trying to say that life is a boring cycle right now. It isn't, its just basically what I've been doing. and I realized I don't get a Smiling Burger certified pin unless I actually go back to the kitchen and make a burger myself. Which is something I won't do cause in that time I can wait on 3 tables and get mucho cash. not even 3, probably like 5 or 6 at a time cause I rock at my job somehow although i never thought i could be a server. Going home with nearly a hundred bucks a night seems to sound a lot better than "i've made 1200 dollars in 3 weeks" because it doesn't sound like it adds up. i don't know, i don't care, i've made back nearly all the money I wasted throughout freshman year - in a mere 3 weeks. not even a month! plus i've spent some! so its gotta be like 1400 or 1500 depending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait that was wrong because the majority of the money i spent freshman year came from the government. therefore i still have about 2,000 dollars to make. but thats not the point. the point is that i love my job and everyone should come in for freckled lemonades and onion rings and dear lord do not make me make you dessert because it takes like 10 fuckin minutes to make it and this old couple comes in once a week and orders to sundaes and its like dude just go to frys across the street and buy a bucket of ice cream you dumbfuck. but its cool though cause they tip me lots now cause somehow they keep getting seated in my section and love me or something. oh and FUCK BRAZILIANS and their non-tipping habits. I GAVE YOU A MENU TOUR CAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ONION IN ENGLISH MEANT. then theres adrian this new dude who i suspect of stealing my silverware. cause he's a bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all seriousness. - I MISS YOU LINDENTREE. AND I LOVE YOU LINDENTREE. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY OUR SCHEDULES NEED TO BE SOMEWHAT UNIFORMED CAUSE HAVING OPPOSITE SHIFTS BLOW AND I WANNA GO BOWLING WITH YOUR MOTHER AND BILL, LINDENTREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just to spread it out even more although this will have no effect: Jordan Brasch at Red Robin asked a customer "how did you want your salad cooked?". So far a few that I've told that's come in has either mentioned it or downright made fun of her (Lindsay 1, Jordan 0 ; Underwood 234298234, Jordan 0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are foreign and you know it, clap your hands!</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-05-20T09:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-20T16:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-20T16:20:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>10,000 days</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.midwestpins.com/Misc_p762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Have a nice day.</content>
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    <title>Beware of TAXES and loud noises.</title>
    <published>2006-05-16T23:12:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-16T23:12:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cats, meowing?!??!??</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Soooo. Liffeeeee issss grrraannnddd. There are lots of people who are like 'SOOO LIFEE ISN'T SOOO GRANNDD OKAY?' and that sucks for them.  Because life is grand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job at Red Robinzzzz and it's pretty much pointless, as are all jobs in the resturaunt business, except for managing.  Let me tell you about a great manager. His name is Abe.  He is great.  We think he's Egyptian, but we're not sure.  He's in love with my girlfriend and makes us free hashbrowns, and there are lots of people who wouldn't make us free hashbrowns, but Abe makes us free hashbrowns.  And Lindsay's manager gives us free pie.  Sometimes.  Not all the time.  Pie thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIIIEEE THIIIIEEEFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sort of crazy and bizarre but that's probably because I'm so content with life and life is good.  Summer school starts sort of soon, but that's alright because I'll be living in my own house and having gay relationships with the rest of the boys in there.  It's like a, uhm.  Reality show.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My money has been drained from my pockets and bank accout so I have been living off of the money Lindsay gives me and the change I find in my dads office.  That's like stealing. Well it is stealing. But Lindsay's so great she buys everything for me.  AWWWW.  Sugar-mammamamamam.....a.  Give me yo' money, give me yo' monnnn'ayyyy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE ON CATS:&lt;br /&gt;My two cats are the greatest ever.  Except Wyatt is constantly hiding from everyone ever born.  Lindsay and I are the cat-saver-super-heros.  Imagine a Chipolte burrito.  Okay, are you imagining a Chipotle burrito?  Okay.  Good.  Now imagine a Chipolte burrito with fur and a cats head and tail and legs and whatever the hell grows off of cats that isn't fur or heads or tails or legs.  We saved two cats that looked like that.  I don't imagine they'd taste as good as a Chipotle burrito though.  Hardly anything does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a rabbit jump about 5 feet in the air in my backyard.  IT'S MATING SEASON ALL!  ARE YOU MATING?!?!?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snood is the best computer game ever invented and FUCK YOU WORLD OF WAR-CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  See what I did there?  Instead of saying WORLD OF WARCRAFT I said WORLD OF WAR-CRACK, because that's how much I hateeeee that game.  And if you say it's awesome, I will stab you in the knee cap with a pen.  I've never been stabbed in the knee cap with a pen, but I'd imagine it would hurttt.  DAY-UM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like 110 degrees out and that's so fucking insane because it's not even June.  I attempted carrying around a bucket of ice so I could stick my head in it whenever I felt hot, but my mistake, I put it in a metal pail and all the ice melted and then started to boil.  Not so refreshing.  Okay, that really didn't happen.  But that's something that could have happened very easily in this stove that we call Arizona.  But then again, the desert is amazing.  It defies all laws of nature.  Anorexic pillars form upside-down from masses of purple rock like 100-ton lolly pops and you can be in 110 degrees, drive two hours, and be in nice 70 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless.  Fuck you Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Highlights.</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T06:19:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T06:19:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>traffic, train, and danny carey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna be honest. I didn't realize the end of Freshman year is slightly emotional. And since I used the word emotional don't take it as we're all crying. But the fact that Tyler just left to go home (COLO-RADO) is kind of like whoa wtf but not really. I don't know what I'm talking about but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is but this year has been fast but also damned fucking good. Its not fast where you don't know what the fuck you did all two semesters but fast as in "what? I'm done with 1/4 of this already?". Its seriously been some of the best times although i don't attend to the regular and stereotypical college version of "fun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last final. and its kind of not too much of a big deal since I'll be back in a couple of weeks to take calc3 over the summer. but this shit is fast. and theres really no second chance if you fuck it up. then it also depends on what your goals are. i'm not too keen on wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for the rest of the night is to pack up the majority of my belongings, vaccuum and clean my side of the room, and load up. Thing with corey and I is that we don't care for trash. as long as its not alive, rotting, smelling, and is easily discardable, it can sit until something more important is ready to take its place. and because of that we probably have layers upon layers of reminders of what we did throughout this first year of college. on top of that we probably already threw out some layers. it all adds up when you're a packrat and you don't give a shit. like right now, theres an open and unfinished 40 sittin behind me. its been there since thursday. and it looks damn delicious. i even remember gettin keyed in the nuts that night and then calling jordan where jordan got pissed off at me cause he almost fell asleep. or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;status right now? i'm broke. I've got 30 bux left in the bank. no cash, no change. a little bit more than a half-a-pack of cigarettes left. nothing to drink. or eat. but instead of worrying and probably bitching like i normally would before, i feel more alive than ever. I've got a job orientation tomorrow and probably starting training this week. I'm moving back home to save gas for a couple of weeks until summer school begins. then i move into a house that i will probably stay in for the next couple of years. things are moving. and progress is being made. on top of that i'm desperately trying to survive like a hobo just not really a hobo at all, but a state of desperation that i've not really experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before i get off topic of jobs, lo-cash, and desperation. FUCK YOU BANK OF AMERICA. i'll probably work for you later but i can't take your douchebag shittalking managers at lame locations that you send me to. I'll be fine at THE HOME OF THE SMILING BURGER. i don't even know if thats the right slogan but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontop of all this, Lindsay totally rocks my junk. and i mean that non-sexually in this entry. this past weekend has just been a blur of amazing things and i am pleased with how things are going right now. she's kind of becoming my sugar-mama but not really because i won't let her. but she still insists and for good reasons. but its cool, we arrange it so we're really not taking advantage of each other although i'm sure 30 bux from me right now is less than what i owe her for all the things that she's done and also just being herself for me. we're gonna be workin next to each other and it'll be like hamburger and pie battles. while smoking cigarettes in the middle of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she paid for my lunch both saturday and sunday. NO ONE HAS BOUGHT ME LUNCH IN YEARS MINUS MY PARENTS WHEN THEY TAKE ME WITH THEM TO RANDOM PLACES THAT THEY DON'T GO TO ANYMORE CAUSE MOM HAS BECOME LAZIER THAN LAZY. and also cause mom really isn't even in this country atm. Lindsay - 1, Mom - 0. Lindsay you currently are beating my mother. but i can't really announce that cause she did bring me into this world. so i'll just say that I love you and I love mom but they are different "love". yes? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer will rock. rock harder than last summer. then again i was gone most of july last summer and vacations usually rock cause i force them to rock if they don't rock on their own rock. i just said rock 6 times. oh man am i excited for things to start or to continue and just to feel that i am alive and things are just going. GOING. PROGRESS. I CREAM MY PANTS FOR GROWTH GODDAMN IT. okay now i really have run out of things to say or even my reason for updating so I'll leave you with a riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is clear and is really smooth and makes people happy? (Hint: gay men LOOOOOOVE this shit).</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-05-01T00:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T07:29:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T07:29:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">goddamn it. everyone remember to give me shit sometime soon. you can bring it in either a gift box or just plain telling me how inconsiderate and selfish i really am. no seriously. i thought things could be changed, fixed. i thought growth was possible and boundaries were breakable. maybe they still are. maybe i just lack the method, way, concept, or even plain good ol' fashioned ability to progress, grow, adapt, understand, comprehend. no, i just don't got it. i never will and i will always be stuck. stuck until i get pathetic enough, until i get pitied, until i forget about it, until no one recognizes it. fuck that, i don't even recognize it. how the fuck am i supposed to help people if i can't even help myself grow and absorb? why am i doing what i'm doing? why does any of it matter? this is the era where i learn to not expect things on a silver platter. its when i learn to magically materialize results with my own abilities. to influence and to absorb for the better, for growth, for progress. no i'm just stuck, i've got nothing, and my own mind has backfired on me. nothing can help me but myself but myself has died in the middle of the crossfire. as opposed to bringing positive effects, i bring nothing. nothing leads to backwardness and backwardness is what we know or what i regard as negative. why work hard when all its gonna do for me in return is lead back to the beginning? not even the beginning, its way before the beginning. i'm lost but i'm stuck. people who are stuck know where/what they're stuck in. somehow i'm kinda both and it doesn't make any fucking sense. i've got it though. i'm gonna do it. because maybe just once i'll have something accomplished in my life that is my own that will bring positive effects and will bring growth and progress to myself and others and beyond all that. i'm tired of letting people down, letting myself down, or just not making a difference. to all of you who have experienced the pain and annoyance and a FUCKING WASTE OF TIME that is ME, i apologize. i honestly strive for the better. all i ask is to just understand that i lack ability, and to keep faith and belief and support. i don't mean harm, but harm has been done, 10 times over and over and over and over. enough is enough. i'm done with this.</content>
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    <title>hot.</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T09:16:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T09:16:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>j. cash cause i finally saw walk the line.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my ass burns. i fell into a burning ring of fire. it burns burns burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i am sweating. and its kind of cold outside and the air is not on in the dorms but i am sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read 3 papers that are due for tomorrow - ENGLISH TEAM PEER EDITING FTW! or actually FTL because one of the papers totally blew nuts it was like a kid's journal entry about how awesome he thinks jimi hendrix is. the second one is a middle schooler's livejournal entry about how he agrees with crosby stills nash young's song ohio, and the last is a high schooler's livejournal entry about how amazing kurt cobain was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE CRAP IS THIS WE'RE IN COLLEGE STOP WRITING BORDERLINE 3.5 PAGES AND THINK IT CUTS THE 4 PAGE MINIMUM. AND START WRITING WITH SOME SORT OF DETAILED DESCRIPTION AND ACTUAL PARAGRAPHS ABOUT THE OBJECTIVE PROMPT OF THIS PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ehh duhrrhhr i like jimi hendrix cuz his swwong axis bold as love is about bein yoself and an individual and he did dat bye bein all crazy and stuffs on stayge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTER-ARGUMENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES YOU ARE MAKING A POST ABOUT THIS ON LIVEJOURNAL LET ALONE THE INTERNET. YOUR OWN PAPER PROBABLY SUCKS AND THE ONLY REASON YOU THINK ITS WORTHY OF EVEN BEING CALLED A PAPER IS BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY READ THE MINIMAL REQUIREMENTS FOR THE DIRECTION THE CONTENT HAS TO GO IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i understand. oh well. there's a reason why i'm not an english major. because i'm not a flamer like kt. oh wait is she even an english major? is she a journalist? WTF IS KT MAJORING IN?! report in Variable-K. oh wait she's undecided isn't she. it doesn't matter cause we all know what she does in flagstaff - watch gilmore girls then proceed to sit on her computer until it breaks and then comes down to phoenix and cries about it then her parents buy her a new computer and she sits on it some more cept this time it doesn't break and everything is resolved. happy ending for no one cept kt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which: recently i'm beginning to wonder if i should've just been a straight-up math gangsta. its the only class i've had this year that has a consistent A from the beginning of the semester to the end. its what i get for having slits for eyes and the color of a black man's scrotum for hair. speaking of which, black people are really brown, and south indians who are considered "brown" are really black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note: lindsay is a gangsta because she randomly bought rain boots and we turned into a bong and smoked about 5 bowls out of it YOOO DAT WAS SOME GOOD SHIIIIET BABE GOTTA LOVE IT?!?@#!&amp;gt;@#!@#!@#@!&amp;lt;&amp;lt;@&amp;lt;#&amp;lt;#&amp;lt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3,3!&amp;gt;@#?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just made half that up but that would be sweet cept it probably smells seeing as how its 2ndhanded already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of bongs. i made one today out of a styrofoam cup and smoked my cigarette out of it and according to LM it tasted like thanksgiving. i don't know what that means cause i've never celebrated thanksgiving before. i came to this country on an airplane with food, climate control, and clothing. i survived the journey pretty easily so i don't know the feeling to thank for stuff like that cause i've never struggled in that way and i'm sure none of us have which is why thanksgiving is now a reason to get seriously stuffed and not have sex because you'll vomit when doin the pelvic thrusts and it'll just be gross vomit sex fetishism bullshit cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD speaking of fetishism. you japanese people are fucked up. not that that wasn't apparent already, but recently i had the unfortunate experience of watching two specific videos on the internet. i assure you i was not looking for them. to be honest i was forum trolling like i always do and found them on the GS guildsite and i was like WTF WTF WTF. and curiosity struck and i stuck around and waited for it to load. and basically i'll just sum it up in a few words - japanese girl(s), diarrhea, urine, mixtures, rubbing, man eager to have it on his face, man jerkin off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i held a public viewing of it which basically includes just a couple people who were curious as to what i was talking about. i can't believe we were able to eat BBQ chicken wings after that because the chicken wings themselves looked like turds. but oh they were delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea this is probably the longest rambling/entry/whatever the fuck it is that i've written in a while and its all because i need to sleep and i can't wait to spend more time with lindsay the moffet which will be tomorrow and tomorrow and more tomorrows to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm not intoxicated btw. I DON'T NEED NO DRUGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, tracogna looked at me today when i was laughing and she pretty much hates me but thats fine because i know a person who loves me enough to let me chase her dogs around with scissors and threaten to cut them up because they are chihuahuas less than the size of my cat which is amazingly small. i mean, the male one is named BEBE. its okay tho cause we've learned to get along with the aid of the lindsay moffet method. which is to place my hand on his underbelly and feel for a lump. once i find that lump i squeeze it because that is it's clitoris. i hope lindsay doesn't read that and find me awkwardly weird. i think she already thinks that. but shhhhhh we'll just let things happen on their own in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done fo serious this time.</content>
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    <title>HOT RAUNCHY. no, sweet and everlasting. oh such words...such words........what.</title>
    <published>2006-03-26T08:05:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-26T08:05:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>stars</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What just occured to me in the past 31 hours cannot be described in my ability. Basically, since I can only speak in basic terms cause i'm weetodded, I just had one of the best 31 consecutive hours of my life. no other 31 consecutive hours will compare to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in permanent bliss with, the one, the only, Lindsay M. Moofet. yes its moofet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or WANGZ AHHAHAHAHWDI no. maybe. yes? marriage? wtf? hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea so basically I have the support of the one known as Lynn to mate. mate with who? you figure it out, but let me tell you, I will have two children. one of which will sit crying in a high chair and one of which will repeatedly run into walls and fall down and tear but will NEVER GIVE UP UNTIL HE, YES HE, IT IS A BOY, CONQUERS HIS GOAL. that boy is so mine. his name is gonna be Stephen Felix. named after the great Stephen Felix that is my roommate. then again, we risk the chance of him being a h&lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/skfjasa/images/face1.jpg" /&gt;m&lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/skfjasa/images/face1.jpg" /&gt;.! but thats not a problem if thats what young stephen wants. a penis. a foreign penis. when he has his own? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear lord. i realized i need to prep for tomorrow. and that i mean by the 2nd thing on my schedule. this is a secret and lindsay must not find out. &lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/skfjasa/images/face1.jpg" /&gt;! what. am. i. talking. about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm retarded, sorry.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-03-19T20:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-20T03:42:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-20T03:42:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>horse thieves</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So about 75% of my life just disappeared into California couple days ago. This left me to hermitize in my room for nearly 3 days straight and raid silly instances with other guys and gals. More importantly, I need this 75% of me back because its the best 75% of me and I miss it dearly, oh how I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Spring Break is over as of tonight and the last month and a half of my freshman year at ASU commences. This means only things for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)work my ass off&lt;br /&gt;b)make sure i am working my ass off&lt;br /&gt;c)quit undermining the importance of certain assignments&lt;br /&gt;d)make sure i come out better than last semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL THIS BULLSHIT IT IS SUMMER LOVE AND FUN TIME FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!afwe fjiwoaefjei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, i'm gonna kick ass. chew some bubblegum. kick some more ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; good right now, and it can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Bank of America, just you wait for my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I DO NOT LIKE ANAL SEX NO MATTER WHAT YOU HEAR.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-03-07T01:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-07T08:17:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-07T08:17:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Doves - Satellites</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight I realized how much I blow. not literally, I'm not gay like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the good part is that I also have the best person possible right now with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMM FTW.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-03-04T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-04T23:05:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-04T23:25:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Europe - The Final Countdown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Spring Break is gonna be not so spring break. Bank of America's teller training is a 5 days, Monday through Friday, with your choice of two different shifts. 9-6 or 1:30 to 8:30. So that pretty much will occupy me throughout Spring Break and therefore I will be busy for no reason. This job better pay damn well or I'm just gonna snap and rob the bank when i'm behind the counter and the joke is gonna be on BofA. haha!? haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have recently courted my calculus professor. We went out for coffee after school on friday and she seems like she's interested. Only time will tell how long until I stick it in her hot italian pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the above story is fake and not real therefore I am a liar. Liars are bad people that tell fake tales that sound absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much haven't showered in 3 days as of today. I have nose hairs coming out of my nose, random tiny bits of usually noticeable acne but their noticeable cause i don't have acne. but most importantly I did remember to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concluded that waking up at 9AM on a saturday is not as bad as I thought, although it was against my will to wake up so early, but i managed to get a lot of things done. such as clean my room, go to best buy and buy a tape recorder, come back, take a shower, and clean my room some more, then read. Saturdays are nice when its early kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the above story is also fake and not real. I did wake up at 9, but I was unproductive and did absolutely nothing but take myspace pictures infront of my mirror and posing in ways that aren't practical for pictures but are cool for homemade pseudo artistic photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to masterbate when I saw steven in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art School Sluts has been sitting in my drawer for a while now, I don't know if I'm ever gonna finish it. or I should give it back to Shawn so he can spew his indian semen all over his monitor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Underwood let a Japanese girl drive his car and now he has no car for almost a month now. Poor him. Pretty sure I'm staying away from japanese women that try to drive my car unless they offer tons of pussy plus tempura shrimp and lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;du du duu duuuuu du du du du duuu du du duu duuuuu du du du du duuuu ITS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea we pretty much rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and lindsay got some dumb love note from her neighbor. i hope she doesn't read this so she won't know that i plan on murdering her neighbor and stuffing the corpse and place it over my fireplace. GOD I AM SO JEALOUS WHY DOES THIS SHIT ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME GODDAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final countdown seriously makes me wanna put some armor on and fight in epic battles.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-02-26T02:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-26T09:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-26T09:18:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dave Chapelle stand up is basically music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That I am still not capable of eating excessive hot foods due to my chronic stomach illness.&lt;br /&gt;-That I can go twice.&lt;br /&gt;-That I am no longer guilded.&lt;br /&gt;-That life is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;-That Kayla digs the "sinful penis".&lt;br /&gt;-That the blood on my dad's bed is my mama's "kusay".&lt;br /&gt;-That I totally pwnd Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;-That Ms.Moffet is absolutely beautifully amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot. of good things. or did a lot of good things. or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I'm gonna get rid of this leftover jalapeno pizza.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-02-24T13:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T20:58:34Z</published>
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    <lj:music>sound of my stomach banging along its own walls screaming</lj:music>
    <content type="html">omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up and its 1:30. all of my friday classes are convenient over and i slept past all of them. WHY I CANNOT MISS ANYMORE MATH. DEAR LORD I DON'T HAVE NOTES AND SHE PROLLY WENT OVER 7.8 TODAY AEIJFWIJEFIHWEFHIWEFIOJEFJWEIOFJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, I'm retarded for going to sleep at 5am thinking I can wake up in 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just go get some food now and study or something. Speaking of which I haven't attended Religion in a while either. Basically I'm pissed off at myself because I'm starting to sleep in too late or voluntarily ditch class. This is crap. I can't fail. My goals are too good to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain smoke time.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-02-21T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-22T06:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-22T06:45:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>yes, the arctic monkeys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">partial fractions can suck my nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100 dollars to those willing to do calc2 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offer ends tomorrow, sign up now!</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-02-08T22:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-09T05:11:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-09T05:11:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fancy claps</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ms distractionnn: was it..&lt;br /&gt;ms distractionnn: pho-nominal&lt;br /&gt;ms distractionnn: ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS SHE AMAZING?! THIS IS LIKE THE SPRINGTIME OF MY YOUTH EXCEPT I'M ALMOST TWENTY?!?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm not really ALMOST twenty, but the fact that i turn twenty this year, and when i verbally say "i'm turning twenty this year" makes me sound like some old loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd like to add this special piece of information.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-02-08T21:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-09T04:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-09T05:04:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wolf Parade</lj:music>
    <content type="html">update on life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amazing&lt;br /&gt;-got sick and it really doesn't help the amazing&lt;br /&gt;-cigarettes are probably not good for when i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;-listened to 1940's socialist folk songs for MUS355. pretty sure i was ready to go pinko again, then i remembered why i grew out of it. either way it was awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-lynzee michelle. 'nuff said. no thats not her full name, no one's last name is michelle, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;-been telling people that "my mom did something crazy again, and my dad didn't say on the phone what or why and told me to come home immediately" when i need to get out of something, aka religion class and instance w/ MANDO JORDO CURRY-O.&lt;br /&gt;-pretty sure mom's going to start getting phone calls and letters in the mail asking if she is okay or to "get well soon".&lt;br /&gt;-poor mom.&lt;br /&gt;-pretty much hate the train at night.&lt;br /&gt;-job as a bank teller. yea, i pretty much rock now.&lt;br /&gt;-other various simple joys.&lt;br /&gt;-for some reason i've never beaten solitaire on max's ipod. i've come super close every time but GODDAMN IT THE RIGHT CARDS ARE NOT FOR MY TAKING.&lt;br /&gt;-oh yea, pneumonia sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I FUCKING FORGOT. I had an hour long sex talk with my gay roommate. no not corey cause corey's not gay. but stephen told me the do's and dont's of homosexual "intercourse" activities. i also learned that rimming is very pleasurable and that if i ever get the chance, to "tell my girl and ask her to do it". the thought of that made me puke in my mouth. because i know who he did it with and i was like ew. ew. ew....mmmmm..ew. i'm also pretty sure that no one wants to put their face in my buttcrack. i wouldn't put my own face in my own buttcrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/skfjasa/stupid/leefixtt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-02-06T03:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T10:17:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T10:17:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want your blood, all over me.</content>
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    <title>skfjasa @ 2006-01-26T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-26T09:11:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-26T09:11:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DUDE ZOMG I JUST FUCKED A CHICK AND TOLD HER TO GO OUT WITH ME LOLZ!</content>
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