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    <title>LEAVING!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T01:03:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Leaving at 5am tomarrow morning to catch a flight to Puerto Rico where i will then catch a cruise the Caribbean.  I'll be gone for a whole week get back on sunday the 12th at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone something terrible and will unfortunatly be cut off completly so excuse my lack of replying to messages etc. while i'm gone.  If you need to get a hold of me thought best bet is here or my livejournal because if they have internet access on the boat i'll be checking both of these. &lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone i'll miss you all!</content>
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    <title>Holy Alcohol</title>
    <published>2005-05-01T04:44:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T04:44:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">redifined shitface for myself last night... 13 shots in under 30 mins.  Jagermeister goes so smooth... we had double-double-shots... that's right 2 doubles, double the double, doubled up. 4 at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin put it best "I am so shit faced, that if someone were to rub shit on my face right now that wouldn't even be close to my shitfacedness"... or something like that, i was only told about that statement as i was too drunk to remember at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest dream ever after that... didn't know you could dream if obliterated.&lt;br /&gt;Dream:&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the discovery channel, but i wasn't like sitting on the couch watching it, like my entire vision would be what's on the screen.  It was like i was there but i wasn't and there was a narator... kinda like Imax.  Then the narrator says something to the effect of "The Indigenous Desolate Ice Eskimo's live the most harsh lifestyles of any human" meanwhile they go to a family living in an igloo and the father is walking home with a dead animal in toat.  the narator goes "they live off what they can from the land" then it cuts to them dragging in another weird as animal that only exists in my head called a squill.  But they didn't knock the thing out good enough so like when the dude walks in it leaves me outside in the show and i watch as the animal comes to looks around and then begins to run for it's life.  At that point the family's pet baby grizzly bear (in the middle of alaska) chases it down and grabs it by the leg and drags it back to the igloo.  Then i had a lucid dream moment and realized that the alarm clock isn't going off and so i woke up</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hons11:5632</id>
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    <title>What's the point</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T04:17:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T04:22:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Against Me!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You really don't need to read this.  This post honestly is just for my own peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always seem to let you down, the one thing that is so picturesqly made out to be the worthy investment of your time.  It's all relative, it doesn't last.  Even after you've put so much into it, your heart and even a chunk of your soul it still seems to never work out.  People get bored, people change.  We all suffer the change.  I don't know why you did it, maybe we never will.  If you find yourself then I'm glad, but i didn't think you needed to really let down a whole lot of people to do this.  Maybe I'm wrong.  Nothing lasts, maybe i'm overly concerned.  Is it so wrong to not want things to change though?  I mean am I asking too much to at least have faith in something, one God damn thing that doesn't always get fucked up.  I find that i'm addicted to things that don't change.  The only thing that makes me feel better, what i'm addicted to is music.  Why? because i know that when i pop in that CD it's going to play the same thing i heard yesterday.  It's going to be exactly how i remembered it, unchanging, and it does for me exactly what i need it to.  It doesn't change, it stays true to itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone my whole life without having faith in something.  Anything i had thought worthy of it has proved me wrong.  The first 17 years of life havn't given me much and i'm not really looking forward to the rest of them.  I just want something to believe in.  I think it's my frantic search for this which really made this fall hurt the worse.  I think it was the naive thought that i had actualy found that something worthy of faith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go, i just expected to find that one person who broke the mold.  I expected to find that person for the 3rd time.  Not a good record 0 and 3.  The first person died on me, the second stabbed me in the back, and the third is what it is.  If this is someones idea of a joke i'm not laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stick around so long as it is conveniant for them, so long as they gain something or are entertained.  The second either of those are gone then so is the person.  It's so predictable that it hurts.  Tonight has given misanthropy a new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words fell like a dusting of snow, dampening everything, absorbing every stray vibration leaving the lucid air sterile.  The coldness in your voice surrounded me.  It filled me.  It seeped in through my ears and trickled down my throat, and once it reached my chest each pump of my tainted heart pushed the chilling frost through a new extremity.  Soon I was frozen.  I wanted to move but the moment had me.  I could not escape its confines of relativity while relatively immobile.  I tried to thaw my mind with a distant thought or a forgotten memory but found the reserves empty.  No accomplishment, no greater purpose to clothe me, and so I stood naked each wave of the chill piercing to the bone.  Oddly, the colder it gets the less is missed of the warmth of life.  That which is cold is numb and that which is numb cannot feel pain.  I hope I never thaw.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2005-01-31T11:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T16:59:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/Hons11/storm_trooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the library right now, showed this to my friend.  Response: "They are all faceless and easy to kill..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are such cynical bastards.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2005-01-29T02:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T07:57:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I have decided that music and icicles are what makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/Hons11/IM000507new.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/Hons11/IM00051enw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/Hons11/IM000506new2.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2005-01-05T10:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-05T15:36:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-05T18:57:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I rule at having a user pic from sophmore year... i think i'm gonna change it.</content>
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    <title>Seig Hail!</title>
    <published>2005-01-05T15:30:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-05T15:30:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently my school loves to re-embody the memory of the third Reich.  Not only have the blocked myspace because fun is evil, but they made me cut my hair too.  At least my hair isn't so bad this time, usualy when i get a haircut i want to run into a closet and kill myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more myspace because there is not such thing as being free during your free periods... i could understand maybe if it were internet porn.  Either way i'm going to be here a lot more now because I have nothing better to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the dean of discipline at our school watches my film because he wanted proof that i had a lagit point for having my hair the way it was for a month (i told him i started shooting with long hair and needed to finish with it... continuity)  His name is Brother James.  Yes, the acronim for that is BJ, or as i like to affectionatly call him Beege now that he made me cut my hair... bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing tons of sweet people all this week now that i'm caught up on work and college apps have pretty much finished.</content>
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    <title>Happy fucking New years</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T21:55:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T21:55:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok here is an excessivly detailed account of what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at some guys house for a party who i do not know at all... i knew no one really except for who i went with Alison, Randu, and Franklin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of delicious beer and a keg with a Skull for a pump.  2 kegs of yeung ling (cause i can spell).  I got real real drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Extra special new years kiss&lt;br /&gt;2) Failing miserably at beer pong and constantly hitting the same opponent (overshot like whoa!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Having my blanket stolen by monkeys and Randi putting up a admirable half assed attempt at saving it for me.&lt;br /&gt;4) Apparently I don't remember about a half hour of last night but according to alison and franklin this is what happened.  I was watching alison cause she was asleep, and then franklin came back... the last thing i remember is sitting down with alison.  I don't remember franklin coming back but when he did he apparently tried to get me to move so he could sit with her but he could not so he tried real real hard to get me to stand up but i was like "chill man, don't worry I got it." and then started to fall right back down into the chair.  So franklin grabbed me again and i shuffled over to another chair and knocked over a snare drum???? and then sat down.  Next thing i remember i was rubbing franklins arm affectionatly and creeped myself out at which point i said "You are Franklin" and got up and went into the other room to sleep on a shitty brown couch thing.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have come to the conclusion that Franklin is my new best viking friend and i like him lots.  We lift bajillions of pounds and through cars with our pinkies for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;6) I made LOTS of drunk phone calls like whoa... i can't believe my battery didn't die... if you got one i'm sorry cause i started them at lik 3 am so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;7) I prevented people from driving drunk, because i was the sobriety poster child&lt;br /&gt;8) When i woke up this morning alison's mom trapped me in the house eating bannana oatmeal bread and telling me crazy stories about when alison was young.&lt;br /&gt;9) I hit alisons fence pulling out of her drivway not because i was drunk still but because of terrible sun glare, I checked the fence though and it was ok... my bumper however was not.  &lt;br /&gt;10) A drunken asshole started shit with alison and then franklin threatened him with the mob which this guy took seriously... i was so ready to back up franklin if a punch was thrown he pissed me off and his bottom teeth were gold.&lt;br /&gt;11) Randi tucked me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being drunk for new years was fun.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-10-16T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-17T02:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-17T02:59:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Unearth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SVA was exceptionaly interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;We bought train tickets and payed with a 20 and a 10, "We're gonna get sooo much Saqaguia!"  Asian, you are fucking crazy.  BACK IN YOUR CRATE!  anyways...  We then proceeded to get on the train and walked right past Tyler Durden but then we saw eachother and he came over and sat with us and we read weird NJ and bullshited the entire train ride which ended up going by very quick.  When we got there the asian had to pee so we went into Penn plaza i think???  Idk, anyways we couldn't find a damn bathroom so i said maybe the gold ballroom would have one on the third floor and that we should crash the buisness conference they were having on that floor at the time, so we hopped on the elevator in hopes of spoiling good business as well as taking care of business ::wink::  Anyways there was apparently another room though called the Royal Room or some crazy shit like that so we pressed it figuring "might as well, we're already someplace we don't belong..."  When the doors open what do we find?... It was too good to be true, when the doors opened my eyes immediately fixated on a rug on the ground with the Maury show logo on it.  Immediately my mind jumped to the conclusion that someone had stolen it cause they thought it was cool but in all reality it turned out being the actual MAURY POVICH SHOW!  Ahhhhh!  Anyway the asian got super uber excited because it's apparently her favorite show ever.  The secruity guy came over and was like you're not supposed to be here bathrooms are downstairs but then we acted like little school girls so he let us in to use the bathroom there.  I pissed in maury's bathroom and Tyler wrote connie chung = big slut on the door.  then we came out and the secruity guy took us on set of the show which is a lot bigger on tv i might add.  &lt;br /&gt;After that we went to class and we did lighting all day which i actually ended up enjoying and it made sense.  Afterward we went to Yaffa cafe and sat in the company of the most annoying high pitched voice ever for like 24 miles.  I got chicken fingers that i didn't order and our waiter was hitting on someone at our table but I'm not sure who.  We then left and went to get Kates lip pierced which turned out awesome btw &amp;lt;3.  I just now got circulation back to my fingers, thanks darling, i love you too.  Then we walked around aimlessly for a bit before getting on the train and coming back.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished college shit for the night but i have tons to do tomarrow and work from 10-5, i'm upset, pissed, depressed, angry, and kinda happy all at the same time. weird.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-08-31T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-31T16:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-31T16:38:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>LOC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sunday-&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was amazing, i told all of you to go but so many of you didn't listen and what did you get for it?  You missed the best show ever is what you got for it.  Streetlight at Starland was amazing, they played a huge set, there was actualy room to dance, they played BOTAR stuff and it was good.  My darling wife Kate was kind enough to go in spite of the fact of her hating ska but having her go really made the night.  &lt;br /&gt;We got there around 7:20 so we missed what was supposed to be the best local band there but we also missed 2 bands that were supposed to be terrible.  We got to see a rediculous local band called Monster Squad which was a disgrace by all means.  Then this other ska band went on that was really good had AMAZING horns and guitar, but they sounded like elevator music... they really needed to pick it up... no one danced... no one.  Big D was very good and Streetlight was amazing.  Me, Kate, and this Tri-hawk kid ran a pit and it was the best pit there.  &lt;br /&gt;Kate spent the night and we watched 4 episodes of family guy trying to find one damn stewy quote, "It's not that I want her dead, it's just I don't want her living... anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Other highlights&lt;br /&gt;- Free pineapple juice from the barkeep which made him seem cool even though he was wearing a yellowcard shirt... hey free pineapple juice... he's good in my book.&lt;br /&gt;- Tri-hawk kid doing me a favor&lt;br /&gt;- Really awesome new hoodie&lt;br /&gt;- Kate bringing the mosh to all the 8th grade girls who had no business&lt;br /&gt;- Being so sore the next day that it was hard to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Kate off at home on our way to pick up a new used car!  That's right the toyota is now pretty much mine, just some paperwork.  Then we went to the beach which sucked and was for the most part uneventful except for the fact that I had to most amazing dinner at my Aunt and Uncle's house while we were there.  I don't remember the last time i ate so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;Today i went and got my hair cut and the lady who cut it is a fucking moron.  I told her i wanted to keep most all of the length just to shorten it a bit in the front so it's out of my eyes and to shorten the back up and shape it.  What does she do... she gives me the equivelent of a short bowl cut.  I am beyond pissed and i look like i'm fucking 12.  As if it's not bad enough my father then comes home, asks how it is, i say i hate it, i have an attitude because i'm pissed as all hell as to how it looks and then he takes it as i'm pissed at him and blows up.  "You get fucking handed everything, your so ungrateful, there is a proper way to dress yourself and an improper way, your lucky you didn't get a crew cut and then you'd have something to bitch about."  Your right dad, i don't do shit... I only work 5-6 days a week during the summer for 8 hour days if not more.  A week ago was the first time I asked for money for clothing in 4 FUCKING YEARS.  I don't remember the last time I got a hand out, and i have NEVER asked for money since I have had my first job when i was 14.  Fuck him, fuck my mother for agreeing, and fuck school for their trivial dress code bull shit.  Fuck everyone.  There is only one person i want to see right now, and now it doesn't seem likly that i will be able to see her at all today because summer is OVER.  It seems childish and immature for me to be bitching about a stupid fucking haircut but it's beyond the haircut for me.  What pisses me off equaly as much as the haircut and the way it looks is being told what to do.  It's my hair and it's not anyone elses business.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-08-25T10:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-25T14:12:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-25T14:12:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 75% SKA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=109"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/109/4.gif" alt="75% SKA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:10px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Pick it up, I skank! I am one full-fledged crazy Rudie, I am going to go celebrate my victory with some skankin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=109"&gt;Take the SKA test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-08-20T00:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T04:14:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T04:14:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I did mostly nothing for the first part of today, i just couldn't wait to see kate but she didn't get off until 5.  We went shopping for me.  A clash shirt, a belt, and a pair of low rise boot cut jeans ran me just a tad over 100 bucks... ouch.  These jeans are lucky that they are wicked good or else i'd be mad at them for costing so much.  Work sucks and i don't have nearly enough time to do everything i want, nor the money.  Glarrrgggg.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-08-13T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-13T04:52:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-13T04:52:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Out of boredom i have decided to resurect my livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm what a crazy week.  So much going on.  Let's start at last saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Got off from work real early and Kate picked me up with Dan and we went to Kathy's where there was Kathy, Eddie, and Jeremy as well.  We all went to the broadway diner where i just stole food from everyone.  We left and went elsewhere for undisclosed reasons but on the way me and Kathy saw obligiatory fireworks again... for the second time, fireworks for literaly no reason, we just must be that awesome... idk.  Got back to Kathy's watched a portion of American History X then Kate and I decided that "the cause" was needed so we drove to 7-11 and then to shoprite when they did not have the cause at 7-11.  We got back to Kathy's and stayed for a short while before we had to attempt dropping of Dan at the train station which did not work do to "Police Business" with the trains.  Being that we were in Red Bank and Kate was going to be my ride that night anyways I just went home then.  I asked kate to be my boyfriend but she said no but graciously accepted being my girlfriend instead &amp;lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-  Kate came over and we got delicious starbucks coffee and went to the beach for a while.  Then we went to kathy's to pick some stuff up and for her to babysit me while Kate went to pick up her mother and other family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- I had my first official day of work at best buy which was disasterous.  I left and took 18 but apparently a dump truck decided he wanted to lie down and take a rest in the middle of route 18 and cause me to hit several hours of traffic... I went home and ate dinner giving up on 18 but after went and visited kate on her break.  After work she came by and we went to the inkwell, a place we would be going back to quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues- Tuesday I did basicaly nothing at all but i stopped by and saw kate again on her break and brought the most amazing oatmeal raisin cookies any of you have ever had in your lives, just ask kate and me... they are that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed- I shifted my hours at work to see Kate, Kathy, and Dustin who ended up not showing.  maybe that was a good thing though because when the asian, the russian, and me get together, things get realll crazy.  We went to Belmar first and had some drinks and then we left for point pleasent when we decided it was most likly not going to rain.  We went on one ride for 5 dollars each, and we all nearly got ill. Me and Kathy have afro's.  We then went to the Inkwell where kathy pretended to hit on our waiter only in the end to tell him she was in fact, actually a dude.  Want a popsicle?  It was real hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs- I worked from 10 to 2 and then just hung around Best Buy for an hour because i had to pick up my mother from work at 3 and she works 5 mins from Best Buy.  Per usual i could not be in the company of my mother for more than 5 minutes without having her get into ranting bitch mode about me wanting to go to college here, north.  I really wish she would just back the fuck off and let me make my own damn decisions.  Anyway I had to go to Barnes and Noble and read other college applicants essays so i can "get an idea" for mine... bullshit.  The first one started spewing absolute bullshit about the love of Christ... it was enough to make me ill.  Got home at about 5 and then cleaned like hell etc. because kate was coming to "meet the parents".  She stayed for dinner, and we introduced my mother to whousler, then she FUCKING PRANKED KATHY MONAHAN REAL GOOD.  After dinner we left for the Italian festival and rode the zipper twice and set a new record for the most consecutive flips ever on the zipper, yeah, 5.  It was an early night though and i'm beat as hell and am about to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all an AMAZING week and Kate makes me the happiest person on earth for serious.  I have so so much to do though and these next couple days/weeks are going to get real hectic.  I am very very tired though so goodnight.</content>
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    <title>No fear</title>
    <published>2004-04-25T05:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-25T05:06:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>LOC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was real hectic.&lt;br /&gt;   Stayed up real late last night and failed to wake up at 7 like i was supposed to but it was ok because so did randi.  Got up at 10 instead, ate Bannana nut Crunch cerial took a shower got dressed then Randi showed up.  We ate bagels and then left.  Stopped by Battleview to say hello to my mother because she was working today and apparently a lot of people love my mother.  Got free apple cider doughnuts and cherry sticks.  Went to Six Flags and did the animal safari.  Ok first of all, now i know why the animal safari comes free with your pass.  All the animals looked like they have been in a perpetualy drug induced haze since they were unloaded from the truck into that place.  Every single one of the animal's was either lieing in the shade or appearing dead.  It was really damn stupid.  They had a ton of goats end everywhere you went there were oustriges!!!!!  You couldn't escape the fuckers!  You went to the Ausie outback... there were oustriges.  You went to African Plans... more oustriges.  Bear country and there were oustriges!!!  I never want to see an oustrige again.  Worse part of the whole thing was that they cage the monkeys now!  That's right, no more monkies climbing on your car.  Supposedly there's a good reason for this though.  It goes like this, last year two kids left their sun roof open and a monkey climbed in... words were exchanged and the two kids ended up in critical.  &lt;br /&gt;   After that we went straight to superman and waited in live FOREVER!  It wasn't even that good except for the first loop pressed me back in my seat so hard i thought i was going to swallow my tounge... seriously.  Anyway the wait was not helped by being surrounded by incredibly annoying people.  Not to mention every 20 feet or so they had this hugly abnoxious sign with different superman characters on them and giving a brief explination of each and a brief history.  My personal favorites.... The Parasite, who's occupation was "thief".  Mister Mix Mhy4tkpe who has mastered the intricacies of 5th dimension physics and can therefore make puddles appear out of thin air and finally Metalo simply because he was made entirely out of metal AND his name was Metalo.  Halfway through the wait to get on they announce that it will be closed for 10 minutes while they add another much needed train to the line.  I believe the exact words at that point were "wow it must suck to be the next person in line" and i knew that would come back to bite me in the ass.  Anyway after 2 hour wait we get up to the front walk through the gate sit down, lock down, and get ready to "take off" when the stop the whole thing and make us get off for "minor technical difficulties" which took about 20 mins.  So yeah... irony.&lt;br /&gt;   After that went a got season passes filled out etc. but the line was non-existant for once so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;   Then we went and got cheese steaks.  It had never occured to me to put mushrums on a cheesesteak but trust me, it's good.  Cheeseteak with onions, mushrums, and french fries and orange soda mmmmmm.  $21.90 worth of mmmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;   After that we went on medusa to let things settle.  Line for medusa flew and it's a good ride.  Almsot fell asleep in line though.&lt;br /&gt;   finally we went on Nitro.  Ok first of all for those who do not know, i am not a rollercoaster person and wouldn't even go on batman until last year.  I don't handle heights well at all.  The loops and the upsdie down stuff i eat up, but it's the first drop that kills me.  Ok needless to say was less than pleased to be standing in line for that one.  Randi kept asking me if i was ok, i looked like i was going to pass out apparently although i actually felt fine for the most part thanks to our ROLLARCOASTER BUDDIES!  These two people may have been the 2 coolest and nicest strangers ever.  The got in line right behind us and it became quite clear, quite quickly that i was more than nervous.  It was a guy and a girl and they were both hardcore coaster fans.  Anyway the guy goes oh it's only 230 feet from top to bottom and then the camel hump is even less 170.  yeah.... what a relief... He knew the max speed and everything too it was nuts.  Then we listened to me bitch and moan for 10 mins about how i was nervous but between randi and the two coaster monsters i calmed down a lot.  I'm the zen master.  Then we talked about rollar coaster tycoon the computer game with which the rollarcoaster girl was well versed in and we exchanged our sick and twisted ways to kill tour guests and hired entertainers in the park... real sick and twisted.  Anyway they were both really into rollarcoasters and they had been all over the place on them.  As if it wasn't bad enough Randi forced me to go on the front the first time feeding me false promises that we could listen to whatever music i wanted on the way back.  We listened to emo on the way back so she clearly lied.  Anyway we had to wait longer to get on the front so our buddies went on first.  They were so nice on the way up they were yelling to get my attention and they waved to me and wished me good luck.  They were so fucking awesome.  Anyway i did nitro.  Got to the top of it and the only thing that came to my head was "who does this" as the track dissapeared before my eyes right before the drop.  We dropped and i was about to yell but my mouth instantly became dry as cotton, it was crazy.  By the time we got on though the sun was setting and was seriously AMAZING.  It felt like you were flying through heaven or something, the view was incredible and everything was glowing orange from the sun.  But we left after that and now i'm home typing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snakes live in the ground"&lt;br /&gt;"Do they really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... joked"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, don't they dig holes?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes... with their arms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a coupon that says "Free Pudding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey with abnormal growth on it's neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Rollar Coaster ride</content>
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    <title>Crazy day mmmm</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T16:55:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-19T16:55:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dino Sounds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mondayyyyyyyy ahhhhhhhhh.  I thought I would be hating everything today but so far it's actually been really good.  The weather is PERFECT and i think that has a lot to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep in because i'm getting a ride to school&lt;br /&gt;- Bagel for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;- Come to school&lt;br /&gt;- First period: Spanish... she's no here so cafeteria for Bacon egg and cheese with apple juice&lt;br /&gt;- Second period: History, teacher gets off on a rant about Afghanistan and nothing is accomplished&lt;br /&gt;- Third period: Math, forgot to do absolutely huge homework assignment for math over break but for the only time ever he doesn't check it.  He gave us a test for tomarrow and i'd usually be bummed about that but the no homework check was emense and the test will be easy. &lt;br /&gt;- Fourth period: Religion... joke.  Got into arguements about the existance of Jesus and got completely side tracked once again&lt;br /&gt;- Fifth Period: Physics, and my physics teacher is rediculous and oblivious.  Here's an example: on the topic of conductors and insulators/ electricity &lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Baker, how much electricity can somebody take before they die?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that depends.  If it went in your knee and came out your foot, then quite a bit... I imagine that you could take repeated lighting strikes in your knee and out your foot.  But you would get bad burns and your toes might get gangrene"&lt;br /&gt;-Sixth period: lunch&lt;br /&gt;-Seventh period:free, and i'm sitting here right now typing this&lt;br /&gt;-Eighth period: hasn't happened yet, but i will turn in my 12 page paper here and have the whole ordeal done and over with, i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have real weak jazz band today but skipping is becoming more and more likly by the minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go look for a tux for prom today to... KATHY! IF YOUR READING THIS... WHAT COLOR IS YOUR DRESS!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-04-18T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T20:25:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T20:25:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Parellel parking...&lt;br /&gt;::beep::&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry up I think there's somone behind... oh wait... your not... your head is on the steering wheel"</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-04-18T15:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T19:28:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T19:28:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Against Me!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, I NEED HELP!  Clearly my LJ is very ugly, how do you get pictures for your background and what not?  Post all the things you know how to do to make my LJ look less ugly please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 10 page papers stink.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-04-17T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T03:20:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T03:20:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width: 400; text-align: center; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #7F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Militant Vegans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle I Limbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 10; margin-left: 10; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #8F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;General asshats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 20; margin-left: 20; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #9F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; Snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 30; margin-left: 30; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #AF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whitey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IV Rolling Weights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 40; margin-left: 40; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #BF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emoooo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Styx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 50; margin-left: 50; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #CF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VI Buried for Eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Phlegyas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 60; margin-left: 60; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #DF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hipsters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VII Burning Sands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 70; margin-left: 70; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #EF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who ask stupid questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 80; margin-left: 80; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Politicians, George Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IX Frozen in Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaydeceiver.com/misc/hell/" style="color: red;"&gt;Design your own hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-04-16T22:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-17T02:50:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-17T02:50:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pacifica Foundation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Saw lots of colleges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic University: Amazing church there, but the tour guide was absolutely terrible.  She had no business being a tour guide.  It was really rainy and crappy but it was in Washington D.C. and they had flowers and what not so it was nice to see spring.  But all in all Catholic stunk and their presentation was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Delaware: Campus was really really nice.  Tons of property and a really good location.  The tour guide for this was good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drexel: Drexel is in Philly which beets out Delawares placement hands down.  Drexel was good.  All the buildings were real nice and stuff and you almost forgot you were in the city at times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villanova: Real good tour guy.  The campus was probably the nicest of them all.  Tour guide got freaked out cause all the girls in my tour group were hitting on him and there was about a 5 year difference there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusions... after sitting through countless presentations and going through one tour after another I have found that every college is the same.  I can't even separate one event from the other.  All i remember is if i liked the campus or not, I guess that's how i'll have to make my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major:  Thought i wanted to do mechanical engineering but that's no fun, plus everyone who was in my tour groups, cause they wanted to do engineering too, was really really weird.  Engineers are really weird people, or at least the kids who want to be them.  I don't think i'm that weird, and i don't think i want to do engineering anymore.  It's so much work anyway and it's boring.  I'm good at math and science but it's so boring.  I don't want to crunch numbers the rest of my life!  I need a new major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 10 page paper to do and it has to get done or it's my ass, but i really don't want to do it.  I have no motivation.  I CAN'T WAIT FOR COLLEGE!  This whole college search thing has got me thinking "alright! college next year! yay!" but i'm only a junior!  I keep forgeting i have to deal with one more year of high school, and i'm very ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm very bored and it's quarter to 11, and clearly my plans for tonight have fallen through do to someones crappy cell phone, either that or they are an asshole and don't return calls... either of the two i'm stuck.</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-03-22T17:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T22:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T22:39:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madd Caddies- ARGH!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't posted anything in here in forever partly because i hate it because it's so damn ugly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 4 day weekend was pretty cool, it actually felt like a vacation which is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began thurs.: Alison and du pick me up right after school and then we attempted bowling but to our shock and amazement ever bowling alley on the face of the earth was closed to us.  This of course ruined the uber cool suprise of bowling jerseys that i busted my ass to make, what a dissapointment.  So we ended up back here and just joke people the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Slept in then got up and went to work, came home and did nothing.  It was a snow day so it wasn't a complete bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Work from 10 to 6, then last show of "Damn Yankees"... EVER.  Thank god, that show ran my life for about 2 weeks.  I'm so glad it's over and it sucked.  I had an after party though, but it was bad to and i sliced my finger open playing pool (not to be the last finger injury).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: slept in again then alison and du came again and this time bowling liked us, and to be more specific it liked me being that i won a game.  I had three strikes in one of the games which means i'm straight edge.  We got rediculous plastic bunnies.  Then we went to the mall and bought things.  I got cd's which include the new catch... finally, which doesn't sound anything at ALL like anything they have ever done, but it's still good.  Found out that alison and du are complete opposites when they get excited about sad monkies and radio bags.  finger injury #2, went to pick up plastic bubble that bunnies came in and a broken piece of it just imbedded itself in my finger...  Alison and du left then i went out and saw a movie and got Mc Donnalds with ryan who i havn't seen in forever.  He has a Suburban and a huge system and we blasted AFI.  It was good and it was so loud that it gave me goosebumps.  It was rediculously hot in my house when i got home for some reason and thanks to alison i had to wear a sweatshirt the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: no school!  My school is a joke and i hate it.  Went to the Broadway Dinner in Redbank and then to jacks music in a futile attempt to find more music.  Came home and realised how bored i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ever feel empty? i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think overall this was a great weekend but now that it's monday and school is round the corner it just seems like everything sucks again.  I have so much to do and marking period ends soon.  Where the hell are you Summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 22nd... what?  two more months till liscense???.... Driving is going to be real cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like accomplishing something but everything i start i just don't want to be bothered with.  I decided today that i want to start a band and we will play ska.  Help me think of a killer name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post pictures real bad but i can't find the conecty cable  ::anger::</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-03-09T20:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T01:45:05Z</published>
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    <lj:music>yeah yeah yeah's (i can't get this song outa my head!!!!)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well... it most certainly has been a while, most likly because this past weekend was a complete bust and i did absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, school... nothing else to say about that&lt;br /&gt;Today i took the day off cause i felt i needed to sleep more, so that's what i did... I've been completely bombing due to a severe lack of sleep bacause of practice for the school play coming up.  This play is terrible and a complete waste of time and resources but my bigger problem is what a waste the conductor is.  Oh well... nothing i can do about it now.&lt;br /&gt;Today i finally got my super cool checkered fabric.  That's right kids... super cool ska hankies, you know you want one.  I'm so bored...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really have nothing to write about.  Alison comes in 9 count them 9 more days!  Needless to say i'm a bit excited</content>
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    <title>Amazing</title>
    <published>2004-03-04T23:31:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-04T23:31:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dissenters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok... It doesn't get much better than this...&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up on time and not tired for once&lt;br /&gt;- Remember that today is a dress down day... no nerdy tie and shirt... Jeans and Sambaas!&lt;br /&gt;- Mother made hardboiled eggs for me and is in a good moood&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs and Dissenters for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;- Hist. easy...&lt;br /&gt;- Span. Had a presentation... so basically didn't have spanish&lt;br /&gt;- Lunch CHICKEN FINGERS!&lt;br /&gt;- Free period and i kick all of last nights homework in the ass&lt;br /&gt;- Lit.  The biggest joke class EVER!&lt;br /&gt;- Math kick my tests ass just like i did the homework and got a 95 on one make up test and an 80 on the one that was originally a 49 (yay extra credit)&lt;br /&gt;- On the way to religion Eric wips out the bannana bread which is simply amazing&lt;br /&gt;- I get thirsty from the bannana bread only to realize that i have apple juice in my bag from lunch!&lt;br /&gt;- Religion... the only class that's a bigger joke than Lit. &lt;br /&gt;- Physics... boring as hell but last period of the day!&lt;br /&gt;- After school i went rock climbing which is incredible except for the harness&lt;br /&gt;- Home at about 6 and FOOODDDDDD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Community band!&lt;br /&gt;- A little homework when i get back but like i'll actually do it... psh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today kicks so much ass and then tomarrow is friday!  Come on... can you think of a better day... i don't think you can!</content>
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    <title>NO!!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-03-03T00:48:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-03T00:48:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just had my entire journal entry deleted... bah!  Well it was my fault but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bust.  Thought I was gonna get to hang out with Ryan but then he had a doctors appointment which interfered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and Kathy decided that if i fail to find a date to prom, which becomes more and more likly by the minute, that she'll go with me instead in her super amazing vintage 50's dress (to be announced).  We'd be tearing up the floor all night long with our amazing swing skills that don't exist.  Who can resist swing?  It owns your soul... du wop.  This is yet another example of how amazing Kathy Monahan is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day i wish more and more that i was 17 and had a liscense, and every day that i wish i had my liscense i get one step closer.  I'd do anything to get outa my house... it's sooooo boring here not to mention that too many of my friends live too far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it fuckers!  Bannana nut bread tomarrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i got nothing left to say atm... :/  BYE!</content>
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    <title>hons11 @ 2004-02-29T19:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-01T02:10:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-01T02:14:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Where to begin... ::joydance::.  Well Saturday was amazing.  I slept in till 12 and then woke up and played mohaa till 3 and then Alison was here!  Oh yeah... randi was here too (haha jk my favorite emo/hardcore person).  Anyway we left my house real fast and went bowling.  I sadly lost so bad cause i suck and havn't been for 3 months.  It was some intense bowling between Sqeek (Alison) Radrandi (uh, randi) and the late entry... Emo Nerrd.  Sqeek kicked all our asses with a 154 and Randi bowled "like a pro" with a 114.  What i got isn't important.  Needless to say there was a ton of joydancing and good times.  For those of you asking what joydancing is, to describe it doesn't do it justice but i shall try.  Joydancing: The act of expressing ones joy through short spurtive dancing and/or frolics.  This little kid while we were bowling knocked down 3 pins or something and then proceeded to do the most huge joydance ever and we all saw it... and laughed... then his parents saw us... laughing... they were not laughing...  Anyway while exchanging bowling shoes i got to hear the cool story behind Alison's pink sambaa's and the retarded people who admire them.  Then we left and as we're pulling out Alison suddenly is reminded that she left the birthday presant all the way back at her house so we went there.  Good car ride, Alison you drive like a hurricane.  I got the grand tour of Alison's house and picked up some killer cookies... "you can have the big one cause i like you!"  Then we drove to randi's and i got the grand tour there which was mostly pictures.  Then we got back in the car and started heading over to some record store that ended up being closed but it wasn't a total waste cause i got to hear randi's phreakish laughing fit.  (which was pretty amazing, almost happened twice)  Then back in the car and over to the mall for food/cd's.  On the way there we had a revalation in that whenever alison makes a statement she sounds like she's asking a question... anyone who has ever talked to her must be aware of this.  So needless to say many black and blue marks for making fun of her crazy voice inflections.  (which are awesome by the way).  We had chinese at master wok cafe... it was good until i almost had it a second time... "DO I LOOK CHINESE!" then i came home and Randi denied me shotgun so i slept most the way back.  All in all... one of the best nights i've had in a loooonnnngggggg time.  Maybe the most fun ever?  maybe...</content>
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