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  <title>Cerulean Chaos</title>
  <subtitle>My Journeys in Blue</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Royal Phoenix</name>
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  <updated>2004-05-02T15:29:35Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:284118</id>
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    <title>DC Anyone?</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T15:29:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-02T15:29:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm looking for rides to the DC area on May 31st/ June 1st. I'm a butt load of fun, have tons of music and will burn you any mix you want, and even though I can't help you drive legally (I'm a good driver, but DC doesn't know that yet...) I have $$$$$$ for gas, food, munchies, car repair if needed, or soliciting hooker. Whatever your fancy. I'm staying for commencement week because of "Blade To The Heat" so anyone staying through the week who can help will win so many awesome points. &lt;br /&gt;e-mail me at ethan.baldwin@oberlin.edu or AIM: cityatpeace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I will at most have 3 bags: One large suitcase, a backpack, and my laptop case.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:283632</id>
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    <title>Bored? Then make a SUPER SEXY ANIMATED ICON!</title>
    <published>2004-01-25T02:32:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-25T02:32:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Un Amore Per Siempre - Josh Groban</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was at work for 3 hours, so I made a new animated icon. My first one, modeled after the Queer Eye intros, is on my alter ego &lt;div class='ljparseerror'&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Error:&lt;/b&gt; Irreparable invalid markup ('&amp;lt;lj_user=&amp;quot;khiaroscuro&amp;quot;&amp;gt;') in entry.  Owner must fix manually.  Raw contents below.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; overflow: auto"&gt;I was at work for 3 hours, so I made a new animated icon. My first one, modeled after the Queer Eye intros, is on my alter ego &amp;lt;lj_user=&amp;quot;khiaroscuro&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If you want one, but too lazy to make one yourself, let me know, cuz I&amp;#39;m BORED ALL OF THE TIME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:283370</id>
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    <title>Bored? Then make a SUPER SEXY ANIMATED ICON!</title>
    <published>2004-01-25T02:32:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-25T02:33:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Un Amore Per Siempre - Josh Groban</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was at work for 3 hours, so I made a new animated icon. My first one, modeled after the Queer Eye intros, is on my alter ego &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_khiaroscuro' lj:user='khiaroscuro' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://khiaroscuro.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://khiaroscuro.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;khiaroscuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If you want one, but too lazy to make one yourself, let me know, cuz I'm BORED ALL OF THE TIME!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:282969</id>
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    <title>beastdog @ 2004-01-21T00:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-21T05:01:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-21T05:01:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chaoscomesatnite/1073353899_ngsofSteel.jpg" border="0" alt="SteelWings"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have wings of &lt;b&gt;STEEL&lt;/b&gt;. No one's really&lt;br&gt;sure why, but at this point in your life you've&lt;br&gt;shut off emotion to the point of extreme&lt;br&gt;apathy. You are cold and indifferent much of&lt;br&gt;the time...or perhaps you're just a good&lt;br&gt;pretender. Next to impossible to get close to,&lt;br&gt;even those who do never see the real you. It's&lt;br&gt;entirely possible that YOU don't even know the&lt;br&gt;real you. You have a certain fascination or&lt;br&gt;attraction to destruction on a massive scale - &lt;br&gt;disasters, perhaps even death or the concept of&lt;br&gt;the Apocalypse. Because you hold so much&lt;br&gt;inside, one day you're simply going to snap.&lt;br&gt;Then the mask will fall away, and your true&lt;br&gt;wings will be revealed. Until then you will&lt;br&gt;deal with whatever comes your way in icy bitter&lt;br&gt;silence and acceptance. On the positive side,&lt;br&gt;you are fearless and immeasurably strong - not&lt;br&gt;much can crack through your defenses. You&lt;br&gt;intrigue people, who can't help but wonder why&lt;br&gt;you're the way you are. A loner and one who&lt;br&gt;spends much of their time brooding and&lt;br&gt;contemplating life and death - you are a time&lt;br&gt;bomb waiting to explode and create some&lt;br&gt;destruction of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chaoscomesatnite/quizzes/*~*~*Claim%20Your%20Wings%20-%20Pics%20and%20Long%20Answers*~*~*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*&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;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:282828</id>
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    <title>I have been abducted by Aliens</title>
    <published>2004-01-19T04:34:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-19T04:34:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because Carly and I just watched "Bring it On Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the placement of the end quotes. Yes, there is a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SO DELICIOUSLY AWFUL! &lt;br /&gt;1. Why do rich white girls refuse to finish words? I'm now going to write in my sched' a date we can go get some Fro Yo.&lt;br /&gt;2. In both movies, the "brown" team proved to be the better dancers. This time, it wasn't intentional. Funny. The rival team was "the Renegades"&lt;br /&gt;3. Carly and I have decided that we love skinny grungy hairy boys. Love laughing at them, that is. Unfortunately, they are ridiculously adorable, especially the "rich kid-turned cafeteria worker slash DJ because he isn't pre-med and his parent would pay for his education" role. And he wore track pants and an armband! Grungy hairy cafeteria boy in track pants! AW! Cute!&lt;br /&gt;4. The black in this movie is beyond the realm of HOT. And she is ghetto. I'm sorry, I'm really turned on by ghetto girls. I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Renegade outfits? THE BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;6. Speaking of "bombs", they managed to fit the phrase "Bomb-Digity" 3 times in one sentence. The leading girl, Whittier (my goodnes...:-/) also say "Don't be all up in my Kool-Aid"&lt;br /&gt;Gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to remove my brain and watch the final scene again. Push comes to shoves, the Renegades were ON POINT!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:282439</id>
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    <title>beastdog @ 2004-01-18T00:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T05:55:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-18T05:55:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went Thrifting today.&lt;br /&gt;I got a blue Adidas jacket.&lt;br /&gt;and just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that is has a hidden hood!&lt;br /&gt;Neat!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:282216</id>
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    <title>beastdog @ 2004-01-18T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T05:07:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-18T05:07:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just beat FFX-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...so beautiful. Now I going to spend another 2 months trying to get 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:282083</id>
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    <title>My Goodness...</title>
    <published>2004-01-10T16:03:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-10T16:03:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Friendster id the COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last hour just connecting to people. &lt;br /&gt;I told myself I would get hooked on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more addictive than LJ ITSELF!!!!</content>
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    <title>My goodbye post picture.</title>
    <published>2004-01-02T07:59:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-02T07:59:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had to share this. This is what 11 hours of marathoning will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mars.walagata.com/w/beastdog/fab2.jpg" alt=""&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beastdog:281148</id>
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    <title>My news years resolution: Never again will I sacrfice my sanity to please other people and make them</title>
    <published>2004-01-01T08:46:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-01T21:39:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick of apologizing...for other people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of making excuses...for other people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being the voice or reason...for other people.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2004, I'm burning all of the bridges that cause me stress. &lt;br /&gt;I'm am now negating their existence...starting with this journal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating whether I should go through it and save me text on my HD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've calmed down A LOT since last night. Today was very theraputic. I have the house to myself, I'm watching the QE Marathon, and I'm putting on my sexy robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...I was so pissed that in the Metro, the first thing that came to me was to tap dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't delete this journal. I am saying goodbye to it, however. New Year, new person entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye y'all. It's been real.&lt;br /&gt;-E</content>
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    <title>It is 4:50, and I have to be up at 8</title>
    <published>2003-12-30T09:50:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-30T09:50:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was watching the Boy Meets Boy Marathon....sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss James and Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kitty.</content>
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    <title>Jamila, we need to make that R+J Musical. I've already got the hip-hop drag remix to "I Feel Pretty"</title>
    <published>2003-12-29T16:06:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-29T16:06:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wot U On - Dizzee Rascal</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I am back home.&lt;br /&gt;I do not like going to South Carolina. I always get incredibly bored and I always become frustrated with my family. Now that Grandma isn't there, it just seems that all of the love was sucked out of the house. My granpa makes it all up though. He's 83 and makes the worse jokes ever. He  has a plethora of little sayings, like "And if you tell me, I'll come to your wedding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has an obsession with Steak Biscuits. It drives me nuts, but we had to go to Hardees basically every morning so he could get a steak biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Myrtle Beach was cool though. I got to see Marques, a friend I grew up with every summer who was born two days after me. &lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how (short-run) succesful people are becoming at my age sans college. Marques has  his own apartment in Conway and is moving to Texas in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found myself eating meat, because otherwise I would have starved. I had a chicken sandwich, because i was going to get sushi from Bi-Lo, but the STUPID SEAFOOD PERSON DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SUSHI WAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia, what is WITH these people?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am back in DC, and I feel tres nubian sexy (That's my new saying; from my silly little French translator) because I got SO MANY CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit that GAP sale and bought three SO DE SEX shirts and a shui sweater and some army cargos from Walmart and three pairs of these lycra/spandex Euro cut boxer briefs which cause me to strut whevere I got because they are SO HOT AND SMOOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a VERY nice Guess wide leather watch.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is going to be FASHION DIVA WEEK for me because the Queer Eye Marathon is on New Years starting at 1PM and Boy Meets Boy's marathon is tonight at 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss James and Shannon, because we watched thoses two shows at his house in Claremont (with KITTY!!!!!!) and were hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dan was Straight. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to shower and make myself FABOLOUS!</content>
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    <title>So far, Christmas is rocking!</title>
    <published>2003-12-24T17:13:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-24T17:13:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm getting tons of phat stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mom I got FFX-2, a new cell phone (Tangent; Virgin Mobile is run by SPRINT! AHHH I HATE YOU!!!!), a Starbucks Card, this UBER Cool silver and blue modern touch screen speaker phone for my room, and some DVD which I can't open till X-Mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nik got me a Silver Martini Set. I hate him! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise gave me 50 bucks (Ka-Ching!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've gotten so far, and I am tres happy. I need to call some more relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing: I can't stand when relatives are like "I'm not going to call you until you call me" I'm just like fine, don't call then. I'm not flipping out. You shouldn't either. But I should call, because that will present me with more money in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...I hate calling people, though. That's exactly why I GOT A BLOODY CELL PHONE (stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay! What's up for New Years? I want to meet John, and I really don't want to do the huge Maret party for too long. They get hella boring.</content>
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    <title>What can I do for you? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!</title>
    <published>2003-12-23T23:36:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-23T23:36:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Real Emotion = Kumi Koda</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Final Fantasy X-2=the most gorgeous game ever created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the game is one huge music video, which makes it PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening CG had me floored. Yuna has BACKUP DANCERS! Holla!</content>
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    <title>beastdog @ 2003-12-22T10:59:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-22T15:57:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-22T15:57:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">2 comical things have happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was in the post office with my mom yesterday, and I was looking through the letters to Santa. They were out on this table in case anyone wanted to fulfil the wishes of these children and underprivileged families. A girl in SE, a Dominique if you will, wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, I would like an electric scooter. I would also like an X-Box, some Timberland boots, a big flat screen TV, and a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG FLAT SCREEN TV! Shit, I WANT A BIG FLAT SCREEN TV!&lt;br /&gt;And some Timberland boots? Come on, little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was trying to call Strauss Repair to get my camera fixed, and I ended up calling 1800 THERAPISTS. The lady was so nice.</content>
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    <title>So de sex.</title>
    <published>2003-12-22T15:46:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-22T15:46:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm adding Kyan Douglas to my sex fantasy with Thandie Newton, Ian Somerhalder, and Victoria Beckham. Best Dresser Ever.</content>
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    <title>Wow.</title>
    <published>2003-12-21T07:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-21T07:30:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm angered very easily.</content>
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    <title>beastdog @ 2003-12-20T11:46:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T16:45:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T16:45:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate the LCT.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even go to the mall now.</content>
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    <title>The funny thing...</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T16:18:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T16:18:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In my state...I managed to take out my contacts...and I strangely felt the need to change my shirt. I put on my blue star shirt. I think it made me feel better cuz it's blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can get tipsy. I felt exactly like me, and all the crazy stuff I did is stuff I would do sober. The problem is just that stuff was harder to to do...cuz the room was spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I'm dwelling on this because I simply don't understand how people can do that every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing I had that Agave Burrito!</content>
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    <title>Aren't you BLOODY FUCKING proud of me? (Please get the sarcasm in that statement.)</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T15:42:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T15:42:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT FUCKING TRASHED LAST NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL NEVER, EVER DO THAT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have no hangover, and I remember everything that happened last night. Being drunk sucks. It's basically drinking a bunch of NyQuil without ever going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sarah's, for our impromptu Tap Exco party. Basically it was a "Come over and finish off my liquor" party, because Jamila and I were the only ones who showed up. I had proceeded to to have a Pespsi and Rum...then another, with less Pepsi...and another...with even less Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Adam's for the end of finals party. I had fun...kinda. I saw the normal drunk crowd, and for a split second, it pained me to be with that crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling was washed away with a Cherry Martini. That was gross, but the cherry was so good, I also finished off Jamila's.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a Pepsi with this Cinamon Liqueur stuff...also with not a lot of pepsi...and that was good...kinda.&lt;br /&gt;I then had a Mike's Hard Lemonade, which I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then made it back to north, where there were a bunch of people in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan. Note to Self. LOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to the bathroom and sat by the toilet for about an hour. I wanted to be courteous and make sure I didn't make a mess anywhere, so I barfed 5 times in the toilet. Thank you Kipp and Jammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pissed me off is the Security decided (after already getting my information) to come back in my room (after I had OBVIOUSLY gone to sleep and coherently answered that I was fine, told them all I had to drink, said I had a headache and wanted to go to sleep) to get a DAMN SIGNATURE! Was it really that important to wake me back up and turn on all of the lights. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Today I am going to shower. I am going to get dressed, get some food, and then go to the mall. I am going by myself. I want to simply spend one day to myself not dealing with other people. Retail therapy will make my feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will never happen again. I don't see how people can do that on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to have my talking-to with William Maloney IV about switching duty (because Phil forgot to show up, but I really don't care) and...yeah. I'm going to leave this place tomorrow. At this rate, fuck it, I don't even want to be an RA. It sucks how money tends to govern my actions. I'd talk about the whole charade that went down last night about THAT, but frankly I think the whole ordeal is too retarded to litter my LJ with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need More water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;-E</content>
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    <title>beastdog @ 2003-12-19T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T03:26:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T15:00:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck it. I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit this school.&lt;br /&gt;I quit Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be here next year. Period. Point. Blank. Even if I have to pay for it my damn myself.</content>
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    <title>My new love.</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T02:50:00Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T02:50:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Agave Burrito and Tequileria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgasm wrapped with grilled onions and CHIPOTLE CREAM! I don't even know what it is, but DAMN it's good!&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle has nothing on Agave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so I'm going to two parties tonight. I helped Charlie AKA Chuckles move in to his new dorm room since 4 this afternoon, and I JUST got back in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, and I want liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------oooooh....cosmo!</content>
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    <title>For the  VERY first time in life, I have no direction.</title>
    <published>2003-12-19T17:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-19T17:21:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I am no longer a Theatre Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I am sticking with my Visual Arts major. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I didn't make it into 201...and I don't know why I am having this epiphany now, because I KNEW I wasn't getting into 201, but it feels different to see it in writing (well, NOT in writing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could majoring in Tech Theatre...but I hate teching...&lt;br /&gt;I could take a directorial track, but have no experience and little interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when push comes to shove, I'm simply in the wrong school for want I want to do with my life. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to apply for the Acting for Film Program with the NY Film Academy and take a year in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!</content>
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    <title>Wow!</title>
    <published>2003-12-18T14:29:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-18T14:29:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Did you all know that Dizzee Rascal is 19?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing!</content>
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    <title>Hmmm...</title>
    <published>2003-12-18T02:34:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Rum and Pepsi just doesn't have the same ring as Rum n' Coke.</content>
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