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  <title>Welcome to My life</title>
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  <updated>2006-06-17T18:47:20Z</updated>
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    <title>One last thing... An afterthought, if you will...</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T18:47:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T18:47:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt; Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt; I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt; Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt; But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt; No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt; And &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt; You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#000080"&gt;we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt; And I keep thinking of that night in June &lt;br /&gt; I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt; But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt; And then we got real blue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt; We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt; Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt; And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt; We remember&lt;br /&gt; All the times we&lt;br /&gt; Had together&lt;br /&gt; And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt; Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt; We will still be&lt;br /&gt; Friends Forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt; And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt; When we look back now&lt;br /&gt; Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt; Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt; Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt; Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt; Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt; I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt; Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt; And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt; La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt; We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt; Can we make it somehow?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt; And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; Will these memories fade when I leave this town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt; I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;p&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;n&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;h&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;n&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;k&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;n&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;g&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;'&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;a&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;m&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt; t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;f&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-13T01:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T05:12:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T05:12:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Turn To You - Mel C</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Welcome to the last entry of this pathetic journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have had a good life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out bitches!</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-11T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T02:50:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T02:50:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;pre&gt;Fed up with my destiny&lt;br /&gt;And this place of no return&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll take another day&lt;br /&gt;And slowly watch it burn&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter how the time goes by&lt;br /&gt;Cause I still remember you and I&lt;br /&gt;And that beautiful goodbye&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We staggered through these empty streets &lt;br /&gt;Laughing arm in arm &lt;br /&gt;The night had made a mess of me &lt;br /&gt;Your confession kept me warm &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;I don't really miss you&lt;/u&gt;, I just need to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you ever think of you and I&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And that beautiful goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wonder how &lt;br /&gt;I could've watched you walk away&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I let you down &lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me now&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For that beautiful goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In these days of no regrets &lt;br /&gt;I keep mine to myself &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things we never said &lt;br /&gt;I can say for someone else &lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing lasts forever, but we always try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And I just can't help but wonder why &lt;br /&gt;We let it pass us by&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you now &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how &lt;br /&gt;I could've watched you walk away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I let you down &lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For that beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;goodbye&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-11T21:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T01:50:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T01:50:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tonight is going to be a long night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my internal clock is off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am determined to finish all this shitty work I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am sick of complicated relationships and friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it is almost summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be going off to Niagara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I am going to miss the majority of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to get out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Banquet and Bash were AMAZING !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really did a killer job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was infinatly better then I thought it would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to talk to people and just hang out and have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with not just my close friends, but people I know more then just as an aquantance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just let loose and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone reads this before Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be warned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I might be in a slightly anti-social mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all part of my cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark-</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-09T17:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T21:12:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-09T21:12:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">too much of the the same stories in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time for change, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of the same stories in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time for us to walk away from here...</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-08T08:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T12:44:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T12:44:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>YOU COCK-JUGGLING THUNDERCUNT!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sitting in the F-2 comp lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick (I think thanks to Kristen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Karma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made fun of her for losing her voice, and the next day, my throat killed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt MUCH better after the morning shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for college next year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be nice to get away from people who can't commit to things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or make an effort to do anything to better their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I will more then deffinatly encounter people like that in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sure not to get too connected to them that&amp;nbsp; can't get away from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS SENIOR RECOGNITION DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love Nelly Furtado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love iced tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I better go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNA&lt;br /&gt;(It isnt for a few days for you 2, I know, but I might as well say it now, so if I forget on your ACTUAL B-Day, it is covered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark-</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-07T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T23:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-09T01:07:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="verdana"&gt; 7th grade:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; stared at the girl next to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She was my so called "best friend".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But she didnt notice me like that, I knew it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "thanks", and gave me a kiss on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her, I want her to know, that I don`t wanna Be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; and I don`t know why...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 11th Grade:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The phone rang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; after 2 hours, a drew barrymore movie, &amp;amp; 3 bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I want her to kno&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; that I don`t wanna be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and idk wHy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Senior Year:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The day before prom she walked to my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My date is Sick" she said; he`s not qonna go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I didnt have a dAte and in 7th qrade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; just as "best friends". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Prom niqht:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After everything was over I was standing at her front door step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her, She smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I want her to be mine, but she doesn`t think of me like that and I kno it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Then she said "I Had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her, I want her to kno that I don`t want to be just friends, I love her, but I`m just too shy and I don`t kNow why&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Graduation Day:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; a day passed, then a week, then a month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before I could blink, it was graduation day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as her perfect body floated like an anqel up on staqe to qet her diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to be mine, but she didnt notice me like that, and I knew it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you`re my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the Cheek.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don`t know why&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A Few Years Later:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; now I sit in the pews of the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is gettinq married now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her say "i do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that and I knew it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she Drove away, she came to me n said "you came!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said. "thanks!", and kissed me on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her, I want her to know that i dont wanna be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don`t know why }]|&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Years passed:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I looked down at the coffin of a qirl who used to be my "best friend". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her hiqh school years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is what it read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at him, wishing he was mine, but he doesn`t notice me like that, and I know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell him, i want him to kno that I don`t wanna be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don`t know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would tell me he loved me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did too, I thought to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-07T18:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T22:06:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T22:06:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts beyond alllll belief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my head hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am tired and dizzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAH Senior Recognition Day tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-06T12:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-06T16:33:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-06T16:33:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%" align="left" border="1"&gt;
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            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;0008005&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a&gt;CHE338A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instrumental Anal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;DEPL 202&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;TTH&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;11:10AM&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;12:30PM&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Prof. M. Schreiner&lt;/td&gt;
            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;NS&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the name :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be VERY amusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-06T12:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-06T16:24:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-06T16:24:17Z</updated>
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            &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in San Francisco&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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            &lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" width="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wheredoesyourinnercalifornianbelongquiz/sf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You crave an eclectic, urban environment. You're half California, half NYC.&lt;br /&gt;You're open minded, tolerant, and secretly think you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;People may dismiss you as a hippie, but you're also progressive, interesting, and rich! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wheredoesyourinnercalifornianbelongquiz/"&gt;Where Does Your Inner Californian Belong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mark373:70323</id>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-04T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T00:54:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T00:54:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This year couldn't be more of an enigma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up talking to someone that I thought I would never talk to again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to them more lately then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, at one point, I would always be able talk to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's both painful... and eye-opening</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-03T09:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T13:57:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T13:57:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Infantile love follows the principle: "I love because I am loved."&lt;br /&gt; Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love."&lt;br /&gt; Immature love says: "I love you because I need you."&lt;br /&gt; Mature love says: "I need you because I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erich Fromm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-06-01T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T03:10:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T03:10:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Calling All Angels (from the Pay It Forward soundtrack)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for a good cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might rent "Pay It Forward" again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should do the trick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark-</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-31T17:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T21:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T21:58:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is SO hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to let people you care about slip away...</content>
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    <title>For some reason... this REALLY made me chuckle...</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T17:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T17:17:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know, if God actually stopped and thought about it, I'm pretty sure he could think of something better to do with skin rather than hold your sorry ass together.</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-25T09:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T13:35:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T13:35:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing is ironic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not all clothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but certain clothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain COLORED clothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mark373:68462</id>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-24T22:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T02:21:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T02:21:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Sound of Music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was interesting to see it after so many years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love that movie so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little child I used to be used to sing along to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining what it would be like to be a part of the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing "The hills are alive, with the sound of music"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or "Do a deer, a female deer. Re! a drop of golden sun..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a part of me still loves to just curl up and sing to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens... Bright copper kettles, and warm woolen mittens... Brown paper packages tied up with string... These are a few of my favorite things! When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad. I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such comfort for a little child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such little comfort for a grown boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though at least it is still a little comfort to a timid soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this year is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will hard to say simply remembering my favorite things will help me not feel so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a few more weeks left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is time to move forward with my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt; Climb ev'ry mountain&lt;br /&gt; Ford ev'ry stream&lt;br /&gt; Follow ev'ry rainbow&lt;br /&gt; 'Till you find your dream&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A dream that will need&lt;br /&gt; All the love you can give&lt;br /&gt; Everyday of your life&lt;br /&gt; For as long as you live "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Abbess from The Sound of Music-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I will never let this go...</title>
    <published>2006-05-20T05:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-20T05:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all seems worth the time and effort to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are assholes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is so imperfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me want to curl up and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it all behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closest I can manage is curling up and crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are also those moments where it feels like all you want to do is live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making my way through Capri, all alone, by myself, me and my iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to relaxing music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing new places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing new people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expiriencing utter bliss with the unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or thinking to the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagining raising a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the house of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing a job that pays well, while still allowing you to do what YOU want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that gives me the urge and boost to keep living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of those moments where I feel like nothing else can go... right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything from now on is just going to be worse then the last shit that happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what does that word "wasted" mean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when linked with a noun it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    &lt;li&gt;Not profitably used or maintained: &lt;cite&gt;a wasted inheritance.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;Needless or superfluous: &lt;cite&gt;These are wasted words.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;Deteriorated; ravaged: &lt;cite&gt;a wasted landscape.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;Frail and enfeebled, as from prolonged illness; emaciated.&lt;/li&gt;
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and it is just sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all capable of love and compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we not show that more often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we indulge our other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our darker side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking thrill or even just going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being malicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiteful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just down right mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just plain SICK of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is not constructive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it helps no one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz if you are mean to people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how youlose relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we as humans NEED to have relationships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically we are all screwing ourselves over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time when life was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything made sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was almost definatly the pre-teenage years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before innosence was lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you really had to start watching your back, un aware of the knives held by others, just waiting to stab into your back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do we do this to ourselves ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE OF IT MATTERS IN THE END !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running away from all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;runnning to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there is still space to dream of a world where everyone is kind to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the beautiful thing about space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is endless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever truly be ruled out, because we will never be able to visit every planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there is a world shaped by my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheltered by my hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with our un-used love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void of the misery we use instead of the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to gain the most material posessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to reach the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not caring who se step on in the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I condemn everything that I know is bad to hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching groups of&amp;nbsp; once "friends" rip and tear each other apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing whether the next day would be worse then the one before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alsmost subconciously hoping that it all would come to an end..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that the realization that there is a chance for a better life is found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just end it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of my faceless family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones I will give my most precious love too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little ones I will help teach to love their neighbor, as themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to teach not to be petty and bicker with each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just appreciate the companionship of those they interact with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherish the small things that make life detailed and worth living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a positive impact on this shit world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have lost so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembered how precious life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how sadly we have quickly forgotten it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Cote&lt;br /&gt;Ben S.&lt;br /&gt;The two fellow PHSers who died on Whalen&lt;br /&gt;Mr. (Chucky) *sorry I can't spell*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left this earth, and for a brief moment, showed us how lucky we are to remain on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;able to have the oppertunity for another day to live and love each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that we have forgotten our fortune so quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry , as a whole, we have failed to honor your memory in a proper manner, and continue to take life for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... it is done........</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-16T21:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-17T01:27:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-17T02:13:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Keane (A great band... introduced to me by the bestest)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sometimes...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is funny  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is cruel  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tiring  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a bitch  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is happy  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is carefree  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is obnoxious  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is confusing       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all that said... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is only one generalization that I can make about life...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is.... well.... Life....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is, it is what you make it...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, you have to stay in control, don't let it take you over and just run it's course without your input...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz if you do...  it flies by too fast...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and (I am only assuming, since I am far from this point) then at the end you sit there and think...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that should never happen to anyone...         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz then it isn't really YOUR life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is everybody else's who controled it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark-</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-15T20:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-16T00:29:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-16T00:29:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Your Political Profile: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Overall:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 20% Conservative, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#000080"&gt;80% Liberal &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues:&lt;/strong&gt; 0% Conservative, &lt;font color="#000080"&gt;100% Liberal &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, &lt;font color="#000080"&gt;50% Liberal &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues:&lt;/strong&gt; 0% Conservative, &lt;font color="#000080"&gt;100% Liberal&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics: &lt;/strong&gt;25% Conservative, &lt;font color="#000080"&gt;75% Liberal &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime:&lt;/strong&gt; 25% Conservative, &lt;font color="#000080"&gt;75% Liberal&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-14T18:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T22:10:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T22:10:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>PCD</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So prom was freakin awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my date was sexy as ALL hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was nice to be able to go out and not have to worry about shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda nervous about next weekend with our group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, I can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be able to dance with who ever I wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that deff includes Amory, Clay, Eddy, and Mara (is she is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOT skank ass whores that continually try to grind with me and stick my hands in their innapropriate areas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a flirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am NO whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ne wayz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am uploading my pics as I type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 112...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slacked off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I better go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna try and find a place to go watch Charmed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sleep or somethin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C YA !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark-</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-11T21:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T01:28:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T01:28:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Pussy Cat Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;I tried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But &lt;strong&gt;I won't give in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's alright &lt;br /&gt; 'Cause &lt;strong&gt;I'm going to win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now &lt;strong&gt;I know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I've got to let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I &lt;font size="4"&gt;see&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You were never meant for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Looking for your &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baby, I need it&lt;br /&gt; Looking for your &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baby, tonight&lt;br /&gt; I want your &lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got to feel it&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ff6600"&gt;h&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ff0000"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ffcc00"&gt;t &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ff6600"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ffcc00"&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ff0000"&gt;u&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ff9900"&gt;f&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#ffcc00"&gt;f&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your love tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I remember the love in your eye&lt;br /&gt; When you took my hand and said goodbye&lt;br /&gt; I don't know where the river flows&lt;br /&gt; But now I'm free&lt;br /&gt; I'm not going to go down again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Looking for your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Baby, I need it (Come on)&lt;br /&gt; Looking for your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Baby, tonight (Baby, baby)&lt;br /&gt; I want your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; I got to feel it (I got to feel it)&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your love tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt; Hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt; Hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt; Hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Looking for your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Baby, I need it&lt;br /&gt; Looking for your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Baby, tonight (Baby, tonight)&lt;br /&gt; I want your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; I got to feel it&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your love tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Looking for your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Baby, I need it (Baby, I need it)&lt;br /&gt; Looking for your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Baby, tonight (Baby, tonight)&lt;br /&gt; I want your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; I got to feel it (I got to feel it)&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your hot stuff&lt;br /&gt; Got to have your love tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; I want you back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; Tell me that you &lt;br /&gt; Do yeah&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; Tell me that you &lt;br /&gt; Do yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; Tell me that you &lt;br /&gt; Do yeah&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; Tell me that you &lt;br /&gt; Do yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-10T12:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T16:22:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T16:22:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">things have never been this bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing on the outside... it's all I can manage to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am crying on the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am unable to feel it...</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-08T20:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T00:20:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T00:20:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything in it's right time everything in it's right place&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll settle down one day&lt;br /&gt;But 'til then I like it this way it's my way&lt;br /&gt;Eh I like it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your move if you want doesn't mean I will or won't&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to make my mind up you either got it or you don't&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I'm single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current single status&lt;br /&gt;My declaration of independence&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'm tradin' places&lt;br /&gt;Right now a star's in the ascendant</content>
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    <title>mark373 @ 2006-05-07T15:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T19:14:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T19:14:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We are almost done people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me VERY happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)</content>
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