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    <title>Life as of recently</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T10:27:09Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Minus the Bear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Life right now is good.  My parents are home, I feel more safe at home now.  I have a wonderful girl that cares about me, and adores me.  I get to see her monday for three days, it'll be amazing.  I'm going to be joining a band, that I'm super excited for because I'll be doing vocals.  The one thing that i could change is that my friend is super unhappy with me because the girl used to be his girl, and he screwed up and i kind of helped her through it, and we fell for each other. It was and is kind of like a movie, it's wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make one of these because i was sitting in my bed, searching through the blunders of early morning tv, and i don't feel like sleeping.  I was just thinking, and i needed a place to vent and this seemed to be the best place, because people don't look at blogs on myspace so, why not here where these are the main purpose besides pictures and picture comments and comments so.  I sit here listening to minus the bear and a cup of coffee next to me; content.  I plan to apply places today and hopefully get a job so i can make mine and kelsey's relationship work because she means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no girl that i've fallen for faster than her, and it's a very pleasing feeling.  She makes me smile at the thought of her, and she makes me laugh.  We talk about serious and non-serious things.  I can talk for hours to her.  It really is what i've been searching for, only i didn't search for her, she somewhat fell into my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown accustom to hearing the birds begin to chirp at 3:30-4:00 am. And out-waking my grandparents who reside next door to me. I arrived at home this morning at quarter till 5 this mornign to their living room light on and them more than likely reading their books and deciding when the right time is to fix their eggs and bacon in the microwave, and cranberry juice and milk. My grand parents are interesting people, and i don't think ill ever find out exactly who they are besides caring and loving people, and i'll love them forever; despite how worried they are about where i'm headed for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown accustom to seeing the sun set, and sun rise. As it were a daily part of my life nowadays.  I used to fear that, i used to fear seeing it alone, and now i welcome it with open arms.  It's almost a comforting feeling, knowing i beat something, i beat night.  I'll take that back, its an accomplished feeling.  If there's one time to feel alone and like it. It's the hours of 4 am until 8 am. Because those are the sensible hours that no adolescent is awake, at least in modern times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown to not want anything to do with this "scene" that's now arrising and coherent.  I'm not one to follow anyone's wants, and this just isn't something I want to be a part of.  For the past days I've been considering taking my inch gauges out, i already cut my hair; and stopped wearing band t-shirts.  The gauges are a different story, it's like when you accomplish getting a real job in life, you worked and worked to get there and you don't want to let it go for anything.  Those are like that, only not so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written alot, I've always thought, that if expressing myself through a keyboard were a class, I'd get a fucking A+.  Because the thoughts keep coming and keep coming.  I enjoy it alot, being able to express myself some how besides words.  To anyone who reads this, no one will understand me exactly except for me, no matter how much i write in this.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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