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  <title>I SHAPE MY WEAPONS FROM THE FEARS OF MY ENEMIES!</title>
  <subtitle>I SHAPE MY WEAPONS FROM THE FEARS OF MY ENEMIES!</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-12-26T08:02:27Z</updated>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2006-12-26T02:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T08:02:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T08:02:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so jesse dudgeon, one of my better friends, claims that he has two super bowl tickets.  one for me, one for him.  now i am inclined to believe him for a number of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. he is my friend, with no need to lie to me about this shit&lt;br /&gt;2. he has hook ups with the air forse, being as he is in it and all&lt;br /&gt;3. he has been talking about being able to get the tickets for a while, but he wasn't sure, now he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here is my problem.&lt;br /&gt;today i was on two websites:&lt;br /&gt;www.stubhub.com&lt;br /&gt;www.ebay.com&lt;br /&gt;on stub hub the lowest i saw tickets for is 2.6 grand, a peice&lt;br /&gt;on ebay i saw tickets for 4.5 grand, that is for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how is a guy going to give me something that is potentionally worth 3000 fucking dollars because we are really good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even now, as the play offs are getting closer, i am getting even more excited...something might happen that wouldn't even happen in my best wet dreams...the eagles may make it (knock on wood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not really fessible, but now it is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they are there, and i am there, i think i will piss myself, several times over</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2006-12-21T11:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-21T16:28:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-21T16:28:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't really know what to post.  I woke up late again today.  I don't know why I keep doing that.  I really do want to wake up at like 730, but I can't seem too.  I don't know what it is, but I really can't.  The alarm goes off and all I do is turn it off and go back to sleep.  I guess self disiplen is something I lack.</content>
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    <published>2006-12-20T18:13:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T18:13:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I see that they have changed LJ around since the last time I have been here.  Thats cool.  So here I am with nothing to do, and I want to use my computer to do it, so I desided to get on LJ.  I don't really know what to post here.  How is my life going I suppose.  Well, things could be going better.  I still haven't signed up for classes, I guess because I am affraid I am going to fail out again.  I don't know if that is really true, but I don't see any other reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;I got two kittens, which are currently driving me nuts.  The like to rub all over my computers while I am using them.  Not to nice kitties.&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood because I don't have cable, it sucks.</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2006-05-05T09:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T13:08:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T13:08:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">how come you guys never joined my comunity called lovethatmovie?  you all should, &lt;font size="7"&gt;NOW&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2006-04-23T13:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T17:37:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T17:37:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have been recently critizied for not keeping in touch with people.  And I will admitt, I don't really talk to anybody anymore.  But how much of that is my fault.  I mean, you guys never really seem to want to talk to me, and when you do contact me, I do my best to get in touch with you again, and then you stop calling me or emailing me.  If you all want to stay in touch with me, drop me an email some time fistfightsvsfences@yahoo.com   its not that hard.  Or you could call me.</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2006-04-21T15:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T18:59:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T18:59:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do I even have email accounts...I get 30 emails a day, I don't read a single one of them!</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2006-01-02T12:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T17:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T17:43:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the parade was good..&lt;br /&gt;i have sets of hella bad shin splints..&lt;br /&gt;i have sets of mildly sprain ankles..&lt;br /&gt;puked last night..&lt;br /&gt;lost the ball to my tongue ring...&lt;br /&gt;time for a shower..</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-12-31T02:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T07:22:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T07:22:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i have a moral delema.  i want to buy christmas gifts for my friends and family.  problem is the only money i have it the $90 i got for christmas, and the $98 i got from work.  now, this just blows because with this money, i have to live until it can find some job that is going to pay me...so i don't think i will be able to buy anyone christmas gifts.  also...it really blows when you have to spend the money that you got for christmas on someone's christmas gift.  i mean i know that it is better to give to receive, but i don't want to give away what i got.  then again i am only going to end up using it on gas money, which i need in the first place.  do you see my problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another damned problem i have is pop-ups.  i don't have a blocker, because i don't feel like it.  and i keep removing adware, but it always seems to be on here.  its pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are only 6 more days until i get to see my beloved girlfriend, you don't know how much i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i need to bring with me to indiana, if you notice something i am forgetting, lemme know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the clothes in the left beuro&lt;br /&gt;nicole's suit case&lt;br /&gt;magic cards&lt;br /&gt;laptop -power cord, nic card&lt;br /&gt;dvd player -case, battery, power cord, adapter, two head phones, straps&lt;br /&gt;the ring dvd&lt;br /&gt;the book shelf&lt;br /&gt;cellphone -power cord&lt;br /&gt;pint glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme know if you think of anything else, i will be making the official list when i pack, which won't be anytime soon.</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-12-30T22:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T03:54:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T07:12:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/lovethatmovie/2211.html"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/community/lovethatmovie/2211.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...too lazy to do html coding.  you all should read the reveiw and see the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, while you are at it, join the community!</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-12-26T21:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-27T02:48:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">why is everything i own a peice of shit?</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-11-27T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T05:45:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T05:45:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i can't wait to go back home...&lt;br /&gt;with my short time here, i didn't get to see everyone i wanted too...sorry guys&lt;br /&gt;yes joule and april, you were two of the people i didn't get to see that i wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;i got my phone fixed, i didn't get my numbers transfered, if you want me to have your number, let me know...&lt;br /&gt;i already have:&lt;br /&gt;steph&lt;br /&gt;fil&lt;br /&gt;nir&lt;br /&gt;pokey&lt;br /&gt;april&lt;br /&gt;that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to miss you guys, but i am not going to miss this town...&lt;br /&gt;...i am so miserable in this house...&lt;br /&gt;...i can't wait to get back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well talk to yous later.</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-11-19T05:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-19T07:27:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck all this&lt;br /&gt;if farva can be a dick, i am going to be a dick&lt;br /&gt;that damn light has kept me up countless times&lt;br /&gt;i am going to cut the fucking cord&lt;br /&gt;fuck this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-11-18T15:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T17:04:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T17:04:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;why can't i just be fucking normal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-11-10T13:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T18:50:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T18:50:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i just found this new thing, my lj.  its really kick ass!</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-11-05T14:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T19:30:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">wow...so last night was fucking nuts.  i drank myself retarted.  i defonatly woke up on the floor this morning.  well not the floor, but the pull out couch that is basicly the floor.  i don't know why i was sleeping there.  i don't know if nikki slept with me or not.  i think she might have, but i am not sure.  i know she went to be long before me.  i just fucking can't remember a whole hell of a lot from last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rent the revenge of the nerds...and we tried to sit down and watch it, but by the time we turned it on nikki had already had a whole bottle of whine, a beer, and was working on her first whine cooler of the night.  now that is on top of the two margaritas that she had when she went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and her went to the library today so that she could get books for rachel.  then we got back and watched the mohman prophecies.  i am not so sure she liked it, because at the end she like hardcore stopped paying attention.  i don't know if i will ever understand her tastes in anything.  she is like a puzzle that i just can't figure out.  its weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway, i have to call steph, but i can't find my damn phone.  i thought it was in my pants, but its not.  so i am going to go do that soon, and i might make some food too ;)</content>
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    <title>Hello again</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T07:29:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T07:29:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was pretty cool.  Nikki is spending the night, which always makes me happy.  I cut my first class, which probably wasn't too intelegent, but I went to my Physics Lab.  Shit...I just realized I was supposed to call Stephanie, she is going to livid!  So I started to clean my room a little bit and I found the drops that I had been using before I got to tech; I started using them again, obviously.  I got my laptop working again, just needed to borrow a power cord for the lovely Bobby Munger.  Anyway, Nikki is waiting for me in bed, and I am dying to go join her.  Talk to yous later.</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-07-19T01:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T05:21:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T05:21:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You are exactically like me! You could be a vampire&lt;br&gt;with your eye closed. The thought of drinking&lt;br&gt;blood doesn't make you skwimish, and you get&lt;br&gt;upset easily when reminded that vampires aren't&lt;br&gt;real. You are a true vampire deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dunedainranger7/quizzes/Could%20you%20be%20a%20vampire%3F/"&gt;Could you be a vampire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&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;</content>
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    <title>_stupid_bus_63_ @ 2005-06-15T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T04:05:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T04:05:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i created a comunity, you should all join it</content>
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    <published>2005-06-05T16:58:10Z</published>
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    <title>grrr arg</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T18:31:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">why can't i wake up. i really really need to start doing that. i mean come on. i stay up all night thinking about what i am going to do in the morning when i wake up. and when i finally fall asleep i sleep though my god damn alarm. i hate myself. i really do sometimes. starr's freaking about stupid shit and what not. i don't really like that fact that she comes to me about stupid shit like this. i mean i understand why she was freaking out, but she doesn't need to come to me about this shit. i had a really weird ass dream last night. i was dating this girl at school, but we were back home. FiL was dating lindz. kelly kirkpartric asked me if i wanted to get stoned with her, but i was like i don't smoke weed. she was like, oh. we went into my house, which was FiL's house, but i lived in it. and i had this crazy craving for beagels, and i stared trying to find them. they were all toasted already, so i toasted them again, and then i found none toasted ones. i was making like thirty beagels, and there toasters like all over my house. like ten of them, and they were on shelves. and stuff was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my girlfriend back. lol....we were in this store last night called stoners. and there was this shirt that my friends told me that i need to get. it said "addicted to my phsyco girlfriend". lol....i need my girlfriend back.</content>
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    <title>tender crisp bacon cheddar ranch</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T04:49:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T04:49:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://home.rgv.rr.com/nicodemus/BKHootie_Long.wmv"&gt;http://home.rgv.rr.com/nicodemus/BKHootie_Long.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really one of the funniest thing on tv and it is also the saddest.  i wish i got this much talk on the net.</content>
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    <title>My roommate is horrible person</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T18:57:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So yesterday I had a really interesting conversation with someone I know.  She is like a major nerd.  Not that this is bad thing, fuck I am a major nerd.  But this girl, to my knowledge, is not intouch with her sexual side.  She would freak out when we would talk about kissing, and she would walk away when we talked about anything else.  I mean this girl was totally afraid of her own cunt.  Well any, I was joking around with her, the same way I usually do, coming on to her.  She usually gets mad and its fun, but this time...she is a dirty dirty girl.  She told me, and I quote, "You know I would rock you everyday of the week. (And twice on thrusdays)."  Now this freaked me out.  Not that she is bad looking person, just the fact she said something like this.  Now you all know me, what do I do?  I run with it.  Well my roommate catches wind of this, because we are roommates, and and I am like freaking.  SO he is over there trying to get me to go further than even I would take this.  He is calling her, to make sure that she is really at her computer.  I mean jesus christ.  Then he is like, "you thought I was kidding when I was talking about how much she wants you".  Well everyone who reads this knows how my hormoans work, of course I have a fucking dream about her.  And she was wear this sexy black jean miniskirt.  That the bottom of her ass was hanging out of (my favorite part of the ass!).  And of course she has black underwear on, and I am typing on my computer, and she sits on my desk and I can totally see her ass, and she starts flirting with me and shit.  Nothing accually happened, but no I have this like thing for her.  I was sitting in chem, and she was working on her lab, and I can't help but look at her ass.  Accually her ass is about as nice as it was in my dreams. And she was wearing these tight blue jeans.  Anyway, shes on my bowling team, we are study parenters for chem, and she is in three out of four of my classes.  And now I have a thing for her, and its all Brandon's fault!  I have a horrible roommate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see why she likes me, I mean, I am the sexiest man on earth, so you know!</content>
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    <title>I don't know what to do when she makes me sad</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T02:42:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So I am drink by myself in my room.  As usual.  And I am like, do you think I can listen to those Slipknot songs that I put on her CD?  I couldn't listen to The Heritic Anthem for like 6 months bc of sarah, and this break up was worse than sarah.  So I put it on.  I have so much more I can dedicate this song to her for.  I mean I feel it so much more now.&lt;br /&gt;Ill do anything I can do to myself&lt;br /&gt;Just to have her for myself&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When she makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real&lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I am either drunk or I have a psuedo date with Catlin.  And I am talking to some random chica from Hobart.  Tim hooked it up, weird huh?   But shes cool, so I am not bored, or really truly alone.  WooHoo!</content>
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    <title>If you want to destroy my sweater!</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T17:38:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Maybe I should be emo.  I mean I am not down with the whole crying ordeal.  But I look damn good in this tight green sweater I got on.  I mean I am probably the sexiest man alive!  I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and whitty and GAY!</content>
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    <title>10 pros and cons of dating and emo kid</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T18:35:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">1.  pro: we like music and make mix cd's often&lt;br /&gt;    con: we sit in our rooms and cry to them&lt;br /&gt;2.  pro: we are sensitive to you needs&lt;br /&gt;    con: we will cry harder at a movie than you&lt;br /&gt;3.  pro: we are faithful&lt;br /&gt;    con: because we don't have any friends&lt;br /&gt;4.  pro: we don't get angry&lt;br /&gt;    con: we don't get angry&lt;br /&gt;5.  pro: we will always stand by you&lt;br /&gt;    con: we are extremely jealous&lt;br /&gt;6.  pro: we will give our life for you&lt;br /&gt;    con: we will take our life for you&lt;br /&gt;7.  pro: you will always be remembered&lt;br /&gt;    con: because we carved your name on our wrists&lt;br /&gt;8.  pro: every woman we date after youw will know your name&lt;br /&gt;    con: we won't shut up about our ex's&lt;br /&gt;9.  pro: you won't be the worst break up of our lives&lt;br /&gt;    con: if you, call the police and send them to my house&lt;br /&gt;10. pro: you will become the center of our world&lt;br /&gt;    con: we are known to become stalkers</content>
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