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  <title>Dude, I fuckin LOVE chocolate milk</title>
  <subtitle>The Cookie Monster</subtitle>
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    <name>The Cookie Monster</name>
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  <updated>2004-07-31T01:07:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:7158</id>
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    <title>can it be true</title>
    <published>2004-07-31T01:07:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-31T01:07:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well i guess it took a trip to italy to make me write another post. so ya right now im halfway across the world and instead of looking at old stuff, im here on a computer, typing.  woopdeedoo.  i havent done much here on my vacation.  i took sean to see a couple bullshit monuments then straight to the beach we went.  this little town on the coast of italy is basically a bigger version of pb.  and better. and by better i mean immensely amazingly better. here, my hours are as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm - wake up&lt;br /&gt;1:45pm to 7:00pm - beach/lunch&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm to 9:30pm - shower/dinner&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm to 4:00am - drugs/alcohol/sex/dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if it gets any better than this.  infinite amounts of drugs.  can you say no smoking age? can you say no drinking age? cigarettes out of vending machines.  alcohol everywhere you go.  dont know about you, but i kinda like this place..........................................</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:6844</id>
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    <title>captainemo @ 2004-02-29T12:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T20:45:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T20:45:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/anonymousnowhere/1064199634_esr_snoopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Snoopy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Snoopy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/anonymousnowhere/quizzes/Which%20Peanuts%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Peanuts Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great...I'm a fuckin dog</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:6466</id>
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    <title>Connors Interview Questions</title>
    <published>2004-02-21T23:16:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T03:34:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THE RULES &lt;br /&gt;1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed. &lt;br /&gt;2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions. &lt;br /&gt;3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers. &lt;br /&gt;4 - You'll include this explanation. &lt;br /&gt;5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who is your perfect woman? (Note: can be a combination of aspects from different women)&lt;br /&gt;Cathrine Zeta Jones pre-old&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your favorite curse word?&lt;br /&gt;DOUCHEFUCK&lt;br /&gt;3) What would you like to see invented in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Edible Trash.....HA!&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the weirdest dream you ever had? (Note: if you can't remember any then make something up)&lt;br /&gt;I had multiple penis'.&lt;br /&gt;5) Who is the coolest Batman villian and why?&lt;br /&gt;Jack Nicholson....because he's Jack Nicholson</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:6368</id>
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    <title>captainemo @ 2004-02-16T16:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T00:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T00:48:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">10 Things I Learned This Five Day Weekend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can get alcohol really easily&lt;br /&gt;2) Im an asshole&lt;br /&gt;3) Not being aware of what your doing is stupid&lt;br /&gt;4) Im stupid&lt;br /&gt;5) Every girl has something against me &lt;br /&gt;6) Im not gay&lt;br /&gt;7) Coming back to school is going to be awful&lt;br /&gt;8) I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;9) Mexican food is awesome&lt;br /&gt;10)I bitch too much on livejournal</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:5996</id>
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    <title>Lion King Theme + Onomonapeia</title>
    <published>2004-02-04T05:38:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-04T05:40:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....SEVENNAAAAAAAAA....FAMALIPPARADOOOOO...hannoooouhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then-&lt;br /&gt;(backround with accompanied drums: messepopare bommessepopare momessepopare bommessepopare)&lt;br /&gt;NEKAILAFOOOOOOOOOO....NIIINAAAAACRUSIENFATILAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...........FUGASKIAKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then to actual words, but who cares about those)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:5826</id>
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    <title>shit god damn motha fucka im back...kid rock is soo good.that was a lie.</title>
    <published>2004-01-23T01:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-23T01:47:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">NOW, im not one to judge.  i have plenty of flaws as many of you well know.  but one thing that i can't stand wiggers (n-word minus the 'n' plus the 'w' for white).  not just them but the people they hang out with (ghetto kids).  they start fights with EVERYONE.  why? in p.e. (physical education) today i was playing some good old fashioned american basketball.  truthfully we were playing horse. but anyway, time passes and i find a stray ball. so i get it and start shooting because by this time we were just bored.  then out of no were a ball comes super fast and nails monica straight in the dome.  and all of us, tough, hardcore, built, strong, white men look over and see who did it.  there was a LINE of people with their arms crossed looking directly over at us.  what. the fuck.  WOW. YOUR SOO COOL.  so then one of them starts goin, 'look at me i can skateboard!' and they all laughed.  i guess this is the fucking basketball version of the west side story. so mack does a really shitty cwalk to return the favor.  that ended soon because, well it was just stupid.  so then later a few of the kids from across the room start coming over and saying stuff like 'give us the basketball or we'll beat you up'.  OH MY GOD.  now hopefully some of you will see what i mean.  they went back to their side of the room shortly after the coach came (yah, fuckin right we're bad ass').  about ten minutes later a ball comes straight at mack and he ducks.  he goes over there and this ridiculously large mexican was like 'whadup biatch whut u want moderfuckur'.  they get into it and a fight is planned at the "wallball courts" as suggested by the jolly green jorge (thats george in spanish).  bla bla bladi bla then we get to the courts and mack proudly gets his ass kicked. WHY MUST THE "GHETTO" KIDS THINK THEY'RE SO FUCKIN MANLY.  pretty soon they're gonna be pissing on the fucking basketballs just so none of us takes them.</content>
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    <title>okay everyone</title>
    <published>2004-01-20T03:59:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-20T03:59:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i know i havent updated in a million but i have a question.  anyone wanna start a band? i play this guitar nonstop trying to get better.  who wants to join me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:5240</id>
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    <title>Thankgiving Weekend=CRAZY</title>
    <published>2003-12-04T03:53:10Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-04T03:53:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radiohead - Dollars &amp; Cents</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WEDNESDAY it was hang out with brea day.  sean came over at about 3 and we walked halfway to her house and she met us and then we went back down to my house.  We hung out and did nothing until shayla came.  shayla happend to be the shayla from hearst elementary!  we watched finding nemo, then debated whether to watch something else.  we put in ice age but that soon came out.  so did the strobe light.  the following is the worst first impression i could make on someone.  i started dancing to italian techno with the strobelight for entertainment.  DONT EVER DO THAT.  that soon ended and then we put in CHRONIC 2001.  only rap cd i own. best black music EVER.  then i put in this sound effects cd and we acted out the sounds. wow.  then i put on a puppet show.  we were really bored.  then we took brea and shayla to breas house.  my mom and mitch took sean home because brett came to come get me.  i know i know its shitty leaving my friend to go out without him but hes done the same.  me and brett went to this guy joe clarks house and just hung out.  ever see someone hit a six foot bong.  most intense hit in the world.  annialation will happen.  i got carls jr then went home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY my dad picked me up and we went down to his house in tj.  there i managed to play TRUE CRIME for about 6 hours because there is nothing to do if im alone.  we ate turkey.  yum.  after we went out and saw 21 GRAMS.  good movie.  weird, but good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY i get home from mexico and brea calls me. "im coming over".  so she comes over and she decides that we should go shopping.  she calls her brother and his friend takes us to grossmont center.  first we go see brett at SEES. what a little bitch.  Brea bought 40 lollipops...some black ones...gross.  then she comes up with the great idea that it would be tons of fun to go to the CERAMICAFE and paint.  what a blast that was.  i called brett cook and told him to come from his house.  we watched brea paint for about 3 hours when she finally finished.  Then we followed her around until she started screaming for the potty and that she was hungry.  we go to A&amp;W'S and i gota corn dog.  i remember cuz corn dogs fuckin rule.  then we saw katie, natalie, sally - patria, kate, meg, and kara.  Brett ran away into starbucks and in took me sooooo long to find him.  what a sneaky devil boy.  phil called and invited us to his show in pb.  wow what good timing.  so we call our parents to come get us, and me and brea leave first.  this lead to the MOST AWKWARD CAR RIDE EVER.  we got to brea's, then josh came, then josh got yelled at by brea, then josh left.  me and brea watched about 2 hours of tv waiting for bretts phone call like a buncha nerds.  he comes and gets us and we mob over to jaysons.  you can guess what happend then on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY was the beginning of one crazy adventure.  as soon as i turn on my phone brett cook calls me and invites me to lunch with him, tory, janelle, and ally.  in order to get to grossmont center i hafto take public transportation.  so i get on the bus at 2:30.  after a long time, i get to grossmont center at about 4:30 (yah thats about two hours for those mathematically impaired).  we ate at bj's.  that was mediocre i would say food isnt that great.  then as we are on our way to the mall at about 5:15 when i get a call from dan saying improv practice is 5-7 not 7-9. says hes coming in 15 minutes. sounds good.  anika calls "ill be there in 10 minutes". fuck. we hang out the total of 5 minutes.  go to practice...genius.  lose 3 dollars to danny playing poker...shitty.  hanging out at anika's with 2/3 marcottes and the canton sisters...priceless.  god that was dumb. oh yah and me and the nick decided that batman is one emo mothafuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY i did nothing until dinner at the cantons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL good weekend.  look out for the trevor-sebastian connection.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:5085</id>
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    <title>end it with IMPROV</title>
    <published>2003-11-26T03:39:21Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-27T19:36:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today ended with a nice improv practice.  IN FACT, we are having our first show the 4th of december (dec.4) at 7. everyone should come. EVERYONE. ever.  Tomorrow will end school for four days. YES.  school today was still...well...school.  we burnt shit in chem though, lets here it for pyros!  i got this paper signed by jesus (mr.good) so i could go to anika's formal.  to be continued...</content>
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    <title>ahhhh school</title>
    <published>2003-11-24T23:06:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-24T23:07:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brand New</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Going to school when your sick sucks.  Always blowing your nose and having everyone looking at you in that disgusted look.  Fuck them, being sick is more disgusting.  Weather in san diego=cold.  Not happenin.  Tyler kennedy told everyone about his sick ass party.  He walks into class and taps melinda on the shoulder and says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Melinda, I had a party on saturday right, and I was all fuckin drunk and shit.  I went into the bathroom and fuckin, and fuckin, fuckin, I threw up all over.  Then I tripped and fell onto the wall, then bashed my head against the sink and then the toilet and then i fuckin passed out and shit right."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it.  Then he sat down.  Although id hafta say my favorite tyler story is the one that brett heard, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in chemistry right, and this bitch across the room was lookin fine as shit so i went up to her and i grabbed her ass.  She turned around and was like 'What the fuck is your problem' then i was all 'Shut up BITCH!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.  Hes SO sick.  In math we started doing imaginary numbers.  WHAT?  They dont exist!  Why are we doing them? In history we watched this movie "Far and Away" with tom cruise and nicole kidman, but they dont fuck in this one.  The funniest part was when this guy was walking down the street and these 2 guys were like, "Aye! Maguire!  Welcome back!" and then shot him a million times.  IN THE FACE.  It was funny.  At lunch i found out that the gang from friday are all sick from sharing the bong.  How shitty.  In chem we started labeling all this shit from an element which made no conprihensable sense whatsoever.  Then i found out that if you take off the wrapper of a powerade bottle, stick it back together, and slam it on a desk, it makes a ridiculously loud noise.  Yeah.  Then i got in trouble for it.</content>
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    <title>Back</title>
    <published>2003-11-23T22:48:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-23T22:50:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Mars Volta</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well after months of not posting, i guess its time.  Lotsa stuff has happend.  Too much.  I was grounded all of september for stealing my moms car.  Me and maggie got a ticket for not paying for the trolley.  School started.  Me and connor stole movies from blockbuster.  My glasses broke.  I got a cell phone.  I went to homecomming with melinda.  Walked 6 miles from codis house to mine.  Now for the last week.  Monday, nothing.  Tuesday, nothing.  Wednesday, went to the play.  I enjoyed it a lot.  Then me, danny, and ryan went to In-n-Out.  Man, i dont think food can get any better than that.  Thursday, nothing.  Friday, went to the play but didnt really go.  I just helped around and saw this girl.  Then went to the football game.  Tory kept talking to me and asking where i was going to go that night. I left the game 20 minutes early to go back to the play.  I met that girl, Anika, and asked her to her formal.  She said yes.  Then me, ryan, danny, nathan, arjun, bix, greg, and vicki went to del cerro park.  Vicki was all by herself and i kept her company instead of doing drugs.  Some guy started yelling so we left.  Off to denny's we go.  I mooched for french fries.  Then ryan, danny, greg and i went to St Therese.  Then to Taci's where we ate a lot.  Saturday, i had the most intense soccer game EVER.  I think i gotta cold from playing though.  At 7 we picked up vincenzo and went to the dumb soccer dinner thing.lame.  Took vincenzo home, got to taci's at 930.  My mom asked a bombardment of questions.  Brett, danny, ryan, taci, ryans lady, anika, anika's friend, and bix were all there.  I was stoked to see anika again.  We played cranium which failed miserably.  Then brett started playing guitar and me and ryan sung emo songs to each other.  Ryan went home, we played poker, bix won.  Then brett introduced me and bix to clay aiken.  He was pretty cool.  Bix went home and me and brett got food at carls jr. And now here i am, finally posting, so who knows when the next time will be.</content>
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    <title>To the Green</title>
    <published>2003-09-21T21:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-21T21:30:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dashboard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Id like to say a couple things about a man named Connor Green.  He left for UC Riverside on Saturday.  Connor, i just wanna say i'll miss you buddy.  I hope you'll always remember our adventures.  remember that one day at improv?  remember the gay joke?  remember you let me drive your car with 5 black people in it?  remember the hydros?  remember "GET EM!"?  remember the slap game?  remember the shots we took?  remember going so fast?  remember screaming infedelities in your car? remember vacamonte and tizdubai?  remember driving around aimlessly looking cool?  remember time bandits?  remember the hookah lounge? remember romeo and juliet?  remember american wedding?  remember daniels pool?  remember giving me wrong directions?  remember winning at lying?  Connor, i'll never forget these times.  youve made me into your little brother.  i love yah for it.</content>
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    <title>auditions</title>
    <published>2003-09-19T00:11:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-19T00:11:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>all american shitheads</lj:music>
    <content type="html">had auditions for 'the nerd' today.  they went alright i guess.  the guy im supposed to be is an sarcastic asshole.  what a coincedence.  bix did really good, so did taci and danny.  i dont think i'll get cast, but shit happens.  improv show 3rd against bitch ass la jolla.  its gonna be a butchering, for them at least i hope.  school was okay today.  but its school so not much to say about that.  during my math test there was really loud lord of the rings music (the scary kind) so it fit.  besides that everything was boring like usual.  for my parody project im using the first scene in the first godfather movie, where im going to show how coorprate america puts a ridiculous amount of product placement in movies.  if someone wants to be in it im looking for two people.  ask me. peace out.  &lt;br /&gt;fuck america.</content>
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    <title>Why People Hate Me</title>
    <published>2003-09-17T22:54:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-17T22:54:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NIN</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This list was made by a friend of mine Patria Wehrmann and some of her friends.  And as you can see, it brings my self-esteem WAY up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why People Hate Seb-&lt;br /&gt;1. Concieted&lt;br /&gt;2. Full of himself&lt;br /&gt;3. Mean&lt;br /&gt;4. Rude&lt;br /&gt;5. Asshole&lt;br /&gt;6. Leads people on&lt;br /&gt;7. Think's he's the best&lt;br /&gt;8. Must have all attention on him&lt;br /&gt;9. Not concerned with other peoples feelings&lt;br /&gt;10. Idiot&lt;br /&gt;11. Talks way too much&lt;br /&gt;12. Think's he's funnier than he really is&lt;br /&gt;13. When he's funny, he brags about it&lt;br /&gt;14. Brags about things in general&lt;br /&gt;15. Doesn't say sorry&lt;br /&gt;16. Only nice when trying to get some</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:3383</id>
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    <title>Im here now</title>
    <published>2003-09-17T22:05:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-17T22:05:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dashboard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well everyone, thanks to dear old dan mack, i have given myself to the livejournal.  it'll be a while till i actually know how it works but i'll figure it out.</content>
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    <title>Good Morning Journal</title>
    <published>2003-03-16T18:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-16T18:03:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Elanor Rigby" - The Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SO, journal. This morning I woke up to an IM from josh white with the proud news that he got a hold of some shrooms.  This is good news I think, because I have money and can buy them.  I am very conflicted about whether I want to take them anymore.  As it is, I am often frustrated with my limited intelligence.  But, either way, I plan to buy them.  Even if I decide to hold on to my brain cells, I'm sure someone else will appreciate them.  I will go educate myself on shrooms now...</content>
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    <title>captainemo @ 2003-03-12T12:26:00</title>
    <published>2003-03-12T20:30:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-16T18:12:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hi dannyamor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want your body.&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your secret admirer</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:2592</id>
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    <title>well journal...</title>
    <published>2003-03-12T04:48:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-12T04:48:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"The Black Angel's Death Song" - The Velvet Underground</lj:music>
    <content type="html">since last we spoke ive:&lt;br /&gt;gotten myself a woman.&lt;br /&gt;eaten 5 cups of frozen yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;used a whole tank of gas.&lt;br /&gt;made up with katie.&lt;br /&gt;impressed dan with my enormous sex drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is gooder.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainemo:2489</id>
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    <title>bad night</title>
    <published>2003-03-08T01:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-08T01:43:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, im going to start with my dream because its nicer to write about than my night.  my dream was really funny...i dreamt that jordan played gregory as a woman, and they preformed it for me because i missed rehersal on wednesday. i kept trying to give them notes, but i just couldnt put my finger on what was wrong. (but i had faith that bix would fix it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the title of this post, last night i had a bad night.  it began with AOL instant messanger (the devil) making two unfit friends think they could do a friendly phone call. they were wrong. what originally started out as a light hearted conversation turned into a dramatic, crying, sick to my stomach mistake ending with the words, "i hate you, leave me alone" being thrown in my face followed by an unusually loud CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;after this i proceeded to puke my heart out. and then went to bed to dream of sampson, and gregory as a woman.</content>
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    <title>long, but great fucking day</title>
    <published>2003-03-02T05:59:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-02T05:59:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MUN was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my great aunt's birthday was today. she turned 70. i got to meet lots of jewish relatives. so i talked to all the family who worked in hollywood. the coolest job i found was a set designer. which actually seemed really fun. i mean, you just take a script and then look around for cool places to shoot the film or commercial or whatever. makes great money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate lots of food, so im sleepy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think making out is one of my top 5 fav activities of all time.</content>
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    <title>the day the timing closed</title>
    <published>2003-03-01T07:39:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-01T07:41:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Wish You Were Here" - Pink Floyd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today i picked my classes for next year. so far it looks like ap math, polisci, ap english, physics, film, and a free period. also mrs krugar asked me what i wanted to study, or a possible carrier, and i said that i wanted to be a teacher without hesitation. she suggested that i go to long beach state, cuz they have a really good teaching program, ill look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true to its title, today was the day that all in the timing closed. brad and i confessed our enjoyment of working together. improv went fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denny's was more fun than i had expected, but not fun enough not to leave early to smoke with brett. i successfully resisted the temptation of a cute freshman thowing herself at me while i was high...im impressed with myself. im high right now, so im going to sleep. mmmm sleep.</content>
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    <title>i wrote a really long post, but lost it when i tried to add an emotion</title>
    <published>2003-02-28T05:58:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-28T06:00:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Roses in Water" - Sunny Day Real Estate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">summery of lost entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning&lt;br /&gt;i had an early morning, woke up to read snows of mt kilimanjaro.&lt;br /&gt;i like hemingway.&lt;br /&gt;does he only write about death?&lt;br /&gt;i want to read more of his works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r and j&lt;br /&gt;glad not to be capulet&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to working with paris, mike, dan, and nik...they are all brilliant, except paris.&lt;br /&gt;whats with tybalt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laurel&lt;br /&gt;today was laurel's 18th birthday. tell me, what kind of idiot passes up a chance with laurel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in the timing&lt;br /&gt;i like to move it. a lot. in fact, i love to move it. it feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;r and j cast should all move it together. and video tape it. that would make me happy. and other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked my post better before. it was longer.</content>
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    <title>sucky</title>
    <published>2003-02-23T17:42:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-23T17:45:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">about a month ago my dad came home from this jewish festival very pleased because he met a shaliach (someone who is sent from israel to get jews in the states to go to israel) who was looking to recruit 10 kids my age from sd to go to spain for a week and then israel for a week for 500 bucks.  the idea of the trip is that 10 kids from sd, 10 israelis, and 10 israeli bedouins all spend two weeks together to better understand each other.  so i told him i would apply for the trip.  the shaliach then went to the synagogue and asked them who they would recommend for the trip, and they said me. then the shaliach asked a friend of his, who is also a friend of my dad's, and he mentioned me too. so the shaliach called me and i told him that i would apply for the trip.  so i went to the synagogue to get recommendations for the application, and beth, the head of the financial department said i didnt have to worry about the money aspect because there were lots of funds that werent being used to send kids to israel. so at this point i was really excited because now my parents wouldnt have to pay at all. so i applied and went to the interview and kicked ass.  a week ago i got my acceptance letter in the mail saying that the first pretrip meeting is today and that the first payment of 250 is due today. so i go to the synagogue to get financial aid...and beth tells me that she was mistaken and that im not qualified for the money because im not currently enrolled in any form of jewish education. so i tell my mother about this ask shes asks me, "so, what are you going to do?" how the fuck am i going to get 500 bucks before july?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill sell you something.</content>
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    <title>i had a dream</title>
    <published>2003-02-22T19:13:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-22T19:18:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">alright journal, since i have you in my clutches, im going to tell you about my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream was weird.  i was in a room sitting at a desk across from 7 jurors.  i think my family was all behind me too, but the only ones i actually saw were my aunt, who showed me where the secret bathroom was in the room, and my dad who wouldnt stop shouting defense ideas into my ear.  anyway,  i was on trial. but it was like crime story in that i didnt know all the details of the crime. so i flat out asked the jurors what my crime was, and they said it was the war crime of murder.  confused, i asked them to define the violation, and they said that it was new and still in the making. this frustrated me a lot. but i argued my case anyway, and i got the impression that 3 out of the 7 were on my side within the first 5 mins. and i think i had an unlimited time with them.  after a while i discovered that i had killed saddam hussein, which made me feel better about the whole thing.  after i had exhausted all my arguments the the jury decided that they needed to pee. so they went. and then i realized that i needed to pee, but didnt want to pee with the jury. thats where my aunt came in, and i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame, i know, but it was a really fun dream. cuz, arguments when you have the stage the whole time, was fun, for that short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! also, i had a dream that R&amp;J got switched to youre a good man charlie brown, and brett was charlie. and as the lead, he got to pick the rest of the cast. it was really sad cuz nathan and katie didnt get cast. and neither did dan and mike, but they were so mad at the change that it was irrelevant.</content>
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    <title>testing...</title>
    <published>2003-02-22T08:35:05Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-22T08:35:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">here i am.</content>
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