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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 02:52:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>christmas</title>
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  <description>didn&apos;t feel like christmas this year. but it&apos;s no big deal to me.&lt;br /&gt;i really, really wish scott was here. i hate how almost every movie has love or some sort of physical affection in it. movies are usually such a good escape...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 03:21:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i have absolutely no idea who you are anymore. you have the same body, same face, but there&apos;s somebody else inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ll jump for someone who&apos;s nearly a stranger, but you won&apos;t even say hello to me. should i just sever all ties now?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 13:07:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>deployment</title>
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  <description>and so it begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had to bring his bags down and start loading up at 8pm last night... i was with him until about 11:30. it was so COLD. it was a little strange standing around a couple hundred guys waving around (literally!) huge semi automatic weapons... but nothing was loaded. i got to see him order around his soldiers, that was pretty cool... &amp; i made it almost the entire time without crying - at the last possible moment, i cracked. dammit. i got a little misty before i drove him on post, and i was completely fine right up until he had to get on the bus. fields asked me if i was okay once or twice, and i said i was, and i meant it. when i finally broke, scott said &quot;aww come on, don&apos;t be gay!&quot; hahahah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much. &amp; he looks so handsome in his acu&apos;s. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4199364062_477374fe03.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/365</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:17:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>apparently i still have major trust issues. i was unaware.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:49:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>creative roadblock.</title>
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  <description>what inspires you?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:57:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i love my husband so much.</title>
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  <description>he says the sweetest things at the most random times. :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 21:57:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sometimes,</title>
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  <description>i just want to deck you in the face so hard.&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know why, and you have no idea.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 12:01:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>immokalee regional raceway</title>
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  <description>i ran a fucking 9.39!!!&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING STOCK!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while scott was running 9.29 with mods.... and a 19 year younger car.... &lt;br /&gt;ahem... CHEVY FOR THE WIN!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 16:36:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>365</title>
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  <description>on flickr, there are a lot of people doing the 365 self portraits thing (one selfie per day for one year). &lt;br /&gt;so i decided that the day scott deploys is the day i will begin. it will be an interesting way to count down the days, and we&apos;ll both get to see how i change over the course of a year... if i change at all! :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:43:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I GOT A WEDDING RING YESTERDAY! &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s beautiful. :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 17:22:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>love really is a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes, civilians and bystanders get caught in the crossfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we all leave with holes in our hearts.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 21:16:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i don&apos;t like these awkward silences.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:25:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>dear FGCU,</title>
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  <description>you have taken the fun out of learning. fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;me</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 17:09:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sometimes, when i get on 75 and my exit for school comes up.... a big part of me wants to drive right past it and keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m really, really starting to hate this place.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:04:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the other day upon a stair,&lt;br /&gt;i met a man who wasn&apos;t there.&lt;br /&gt;he wasn&apos;t there again today.&lt;br /&gt;i wish, i wish he&apos;d go away.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 22:56:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i can&apos;t wait until i&apos;m thin again. &amp;hearts;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 06:30:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sometimes i feel like a ship that has just been ravaged by an angry sea, floating along a calm crystal ocean with my sails broken; helpless, only able to go where the ocean decides to take me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 10:41:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i no longer wish for the way things used to be.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 23:33:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i am anxiously awaiting the day that someone invents a laptop with a built-in credit card machine.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 15:45:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fuck my life.</title>
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  <description>now, i am positive that FGCU is working against me. i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went there at 8am this morning to see an advisor. they were taking walk-ins, so i waited for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;good news: after this semster, i will have completed all my gen. ed. requirements, except one natural science.&lt;br /&gt;bad news: in order to progress further in my psych major, i need to take experiemental psych. &lt;br /&gt;worse news: i have to sign up with the freshmen, so it will be full, and those teachers don&apos;t give a fuck about anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my advisor told me that getting into one of those classes is slim to none. also because of that one course, i will only be able to take four classes in the spring, instead of six like i had planned. so much for graduating early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a sad attempt to get into this class, i am going to email the three teachers offering it next semster and beg them to let me in. i will do anything to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don&apos;t get into experimental psych in the spring, that will be the ONLY course i will be able to take in the fall, because i won&apos;t be eligible for any other upper level courses yet (in psych OR philosophy). therefore, i will not be a full time student, which will cause me to lose the majority of my scholarships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. MY. LIFE.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:38:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i just want someone to hug me and tell me that everything&apos;s going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want them to be right.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 12:52:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FUCK FGCU</title>
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  <description>i fucking hate this school. sure, a lot of the professors are great and knowledgeable... but try to get ANYTHING done, and you&apos;ve got to go through hell and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to see an advisor and/or make an appointment to see one today, which would really work out considering i&apos;ve got a FOUR HOUR BREAK in between classes. they&apos;re booked until november. &lt;br /&gt;okay, that&apos;s understandable. i&apos;m a reasonable person. i get it.&lt;br /&gt;so i ask if they can call me if someone cancels or no shows for their appointment... they can&apos;t do that. why? because they have to give the person at least 15 mintues AFTER their appointment time to show up. and if the person doesn&apos;t show, they just prepare for their next appointment. &lt;br /&gt;that is NOT how a business is run. you make an appointment, and you&apos;re supposed to be there AT THE SET TIME. 5 minutes late, okay. understandable. 15? fuck you. take a walk-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i have to drive all the way the fuck out here on a friday, and wait for someone to see me. and if a senior or athlete or honors student happens to walk in after me, they&apos;ll take that student and i&apos;ll have to wait. FUCK THIS FUCKING PLACE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ask about shadowing someone working in my field. they tell me the person i have to see, so i go on the website to find his email and phone number. the building that his office is in is as far away from the main campus as you can possibly get. i&apos;d really like to make sure that he&apos;s going to be there before i walk that far. i may kill people if i walk over there and he&apos;s not there, or i &quot;just missed him.&quot; i am NOT OKAY with that. &lt;br /&gt;the fucking page with faculty and staff information is down. JUST that page. just that one. that&apos;s it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck my life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 22:02:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i joined a gym!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as long as i don&apos;t get a job, i&apos;ll be going to classes at least 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t wait until i can walk around without my thighs touching. :)&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s all i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i&apos;m also trying to eat healthier... but still cheat every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;i really want to bake brownies. NOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t wait until i start getting unemployment &amp; military benefits. &lt;br /&gt;i paid for that shit, it&apos;s about time they start paying me back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i still have NO IDEA why i got fired. &lt;br /&gt;from what i hear, nobody&apos;s allowed to talk about me anymore. and reba doesn&apos;t even speak my name. BITCH!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 14:01:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>girls (rant)</title>
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  <description>are fucking dumb. &lt;br /&gt;first of all, typing without punctuation is FUCKING ANNOYING. &lt;br /&gt;i can deal with horrible grammar and bad spelling, &lt;br /&gt;but no puntuation? no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts become incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;AND NO, IT IS NOT CUTE. IT DOES NOT MAKE YOU MORE APPEALING TO ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, you and your best friend are not married. stop referring to her as your &quot;wifey&quot; or your &quot;girlfriend&quot;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;also, just because you have some things in common doesn&apos;t mean that you should do everything in your power to look alike, act alike, and make people think that you are alike. &lt;br /&gt;you are not. you are two unique individuals. shut the fuck up and differentiate yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, if you have to pretend to like something that you know nothing about (and have no desire to learn about) to get a guy to take more interest in you, i promise, it will not work out as well as you planned. go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helplessness/damsels in distress can only be appealing to an extent. then it gets fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;do something for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;CONFIDENCE IS SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;(being a bitch ALL THE TIME is not. and at some point it does stop being funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realized that an oddly large number of girls smell like piss. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting like you have a psychological disorder is not cool. it is not okay. actually, it&apos;s quite offensive when you think about it. STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;same goes for acting dumb/stupid/ditsy. NOT OKAY. NOT FUNNY. NOT APPEALING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m done for now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 23:24:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i know i just updated, but i don&apos;t care.</title>
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  <description>i&apos;ve been switching back &amp; forth from optimistic to pessimistic. but i&apos;ve been sticking to pessimism, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a job. &lt;br /&gt;but i could utilize this time to get all my homework done, and even study.&lt;br /&gt;i could also branch out as a freelance photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my photography sucks. i joined model mayhem, and i can&apos;t compare to those people.&lt;br /&gt;but what&apos;s the point? why do these girls want to be models anyway? in the end, they all look the same. they do the same things. it&apos;s so hard to be unique these days. plus, the market is flooded with GWCs. am i becoming a GWC? i so desperately want more people in my life, but i don&apos;t want to spend any time with them.... why do i desire something that i don&apos;t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we feel such a strong need to acquire things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m losing interest in school altogether. i enjoy two of my six classes... religion and philosophy through film. although, i&apos;m positive i&apos;d enjoy principles of development so much more if it wasn&apos;t online. the material is interesting. &lt;br /&gt;and i do really like my stats teacher, he&apos;s awesome. he likes chevys. :)&lt;br /&gt;every monday &amp; wednesday  morning, i wake up wishing i hadn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m getting into the habit of drinking coffee regularly. yesterday, my pulse was 80. what the fuck. and my blood pressure was LOW. that never happens. that doesn&apos;t make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need to make an appointment to get my military ID. i can&apos;t wait to see scott again. i didn&apos;t get to talk to him last night beause he was so busy, and i only got one text from him just a few minutes ago. i&apos;m not looking forward to deployment.&lt;br /&gt;bright side: because i have no job, i can visit him every few weekends before deployment. &lt;br /&gt;all that driving is going to suck, but it&apos;s always worth it. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that anthony moved to alabama. he doesn&apos;t live down the street from me. &lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to start going to a gym &amp; lose some weight.&lt;br /&gt;but i don&apos;t want to go out and do it. &lt;br /&gt;some days i&apos;m so disgusted by my own body. then i go and eat something that&apos;s horrible for me. why does that always happen? whenever i decide that i want to lose weight, i eat worse than i did before. i&apos;ve always done that. &lt;br /&gt;and i know so many people who have lost SO MUCH WEIGHT. i&apos;m jealous. but it&apos;s still tough for me to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel random pangs of intense sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t want anybody to fucking touch me right now.&lt;br /&gt;but i would really appreciate a good, long, hug.</description>
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