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  <title>Calculate the motion of the land.</title>
  <subtitle>you held the sun between your eyes</subtitle>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:autodafe_:18575</id>
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    <title>An ordinary school day:</title>
    <published>2007-03-13T07:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T01:44:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dont really know what possessed me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;I documented my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art History 10:00a.m.&lt;br /&gt;China is fascinating! NOT. The girl in front of me is lurking myspace on her laptop. College students are so ambitious. Noel is sitting right next to me. She's way into her drawing. We usually share glances of extreme boredom. However, her pen is too persistent. Shit. shes not stopping. I just noticed that the guy who sits in the front row reminds me of dwight from the office. His head usually blocks images on the projector. I see a serious dwight in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30a.m. cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite place to hang out at school. I can not believe this guy behind me. I wonder if anyone is actually listening to him besides me? Then again...how could anyone not? He is yelling like a bad politician. Some people just blow my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15p.m. cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;got some chips. lunch and a show.&lt;br /&gt;There is a man playing guitar in the cafeteria. I wonder if he even goes here?  I mean, an old man playing a guitar in a college cafeteria? I obviously missed that memo. well, the music is calming and enjoyable. Now he is singing. Very soft, but still audible. The jock across from me just gave him a dirty look. I should inform him that his haircut is middle school, and that DC shirts really arent that cool. I feel like passing out at this table. 40 minutes till my next class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music appreciation 1:00p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I like Bach just as much as the next person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00p.m&lt;br /&gt;this class is so dial up. My professor could be a lot more interesting, and a little less asian.&lt;br /&gt;Im just sayin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking campus 3:00p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the guitar man. He is a janitor. He told me something about his truck and trailer. I laughed a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00p.m.&lt;br /&gt;nap and last minute homework: story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic design 6:00p.m.&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck can we never do anything interesting in this class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures of letters in nature. you know, typography business. its already summer nights. im in shorts, and its really warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45p.m.&lt;br /&gt;40 year old women knocks me over with her chair. As hysterical as it may sound, it really wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like i was in highschool all over again. I'll make sure to key her car for laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:50p.m.&lt;br /&gt;jk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;creating logos, and a bit bored. Ive already got 4 good ones. which is all we needed. If this guy hits me one more time with his computer chair, Im going to turn around in 2.5 and sock him in the back of the head. er..Ive had it with chairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45p.m.&lt;br /&gt;are you fucking kidding me. we are choosing a chair design that goes with our personality.&lt;br /&gt;and then we are making logos for our totally awesome chair designs. I love this class. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:01 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye school.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:autodafe_:18431</id>
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    <title>autodafe_ @ 2007-03-09T17:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-10T01:12:28Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-12T21:49:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's weird. Im not even that pretty.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:autodafe_:16164</id>
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    <title>autodafe_ @ 2007-01-17T16:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T01:17:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T01:17:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Congratulations to me.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have a social life.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a complaint.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:autodafe_:12110</id>
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    <title>who has time to breathe</title>
    <published>2006-10-19T06:57:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-19T06:57:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have no concept of time apparently.&lt;br /&gt;I got way into my drawing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;my hands are stained with charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating less.&lt;br /&gt;talking less.&lt;br /&gt;thinking less.&lt;br /&gt;writing more.&lt;br /&gt;smoking more.&lt;br /&gt;watching more.&lt;br /&gt;listening less.&lt;br /&gt;lying less.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping less.&lt;br /&gt;reading more.&lt;br /&gt;dancing more.&lt;br /&gt;drawing more.&lt;br /&gt;drinking less.&lt;br /&gt;screaming less.&lt;br /&gt;littering less.&lt;br /&gt;hugging trees more.&lt;br /&gt;arguing more.&lt;br /&gt;solitude more.&lt;br /&gt;caring less.&lt;br /&gt;kissing less.&lt;br /&gt;living less.&lt;br /&gt;apathetic more.&lt;br /&gt;piano more.&lt;br /&gt;dying more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after your gone.</content>
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    <title> No delay</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T22:44:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T22:44:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>scissor sisters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; tore up magazines at work, hung around sitting by the trash cans&lt;br /&gt;watching the world go by. Unfortunetly, it didnt. All that went by were&lt;br /&gt;some creeps carrying boxes and a bird. exciting.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title> let it run me right into the ground. </title>
    <published>2006-03-04T19:48:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-04T19:48:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lcd soundsystem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; Lately Ive been sharing glances at the men who stare in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;Lately Ive been avoiding conflict.&lt;br /&gt;Lately Ive been smiling every second without braces on my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Lately my laughter has become excessive.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I dont seem to care about anything, but someone.&lt;br /&gt;Lately my daydreams have become exclusive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 18 hasnt hit me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately..I can safely say Ive been somewhat content. &lt;/small&gt;</content>
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