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  <title>oh my golly!</title>
  <subtitle>kyla isabella</subtitle>
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    <name>kyla isabella</name>
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  <updated>2005-10-22T03:03:23Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:29688</id>
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    <title>new noise?</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T03:03:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T03:03:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">attn: &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/makenotes" target="New"&gt;makenotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/makenotes" target="New"&gt;makenotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/makenotes" target="New"&gt;makenotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/makenotes" target="New"&gt;makenotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/makenotes" target="New"&gt;makenotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be deleted once i figure out how to download my old livejournal entries.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:29348</id>
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    <title>ADIOS POR AHORA</title>
    <published>2005-10-19T05:07:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-19T05:07:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm moving on over to another journal.  Watch out for me!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:29124</id>
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    <title>mscl = mscl</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T06:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T06:15:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"There's so many different ways to be connected to people.  There are the people you feel this unspoken connection to, even though there's not even a word for it.  There's the people who you've known forever, who know you in this way that other people can't, because they've seen you change -they've let you change."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:24076</id>
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    <title>if we never really started, how could it be over?</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T09:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T09:13:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Explosions In The Sky&lt;/b&gt; - "Our Last Days as Children"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when the timing's perfect and you want to say something to someone but you just, can't?  You just look at them, and you can't find the words to say.  Words, that would probably make a difference?  Like, "have you heard of this?" or "Thrice is really good for their drumming- they're really tight and fast."  I don't know, what the fuck is wrong with me.  Lack of sleep.  That or overthinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am wishing:&lt;br /&gt;- to start a Pixies/Fugazi/Jawbox type of band and play bass and or guitar.&lt;br /&gt;- to develop my skills at layering and all that technical junk.&lt;br /&gt;- to stop regretting a whole bunch of senseless things.&lt;br /&gt;- to stop thinking about unattainable things. ie.) um, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my days have consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;- Cooking, cleaning and being a full time mom.&lt;br /&gt;- Painting and sketching fruit (which I will not share)&lt;br /&gt;- Doing tedious Excel work for my mom (sit at home job $$)&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to move things in and out of my room downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So has anyone tried the new Strawberries and Cream-cheese?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:22298</id>
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    <title>hearts n stuff.</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T04:32:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T04:33:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy happy happy happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've barely studied for exams. Egad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are the most beautiful songs you've ever heard?&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:21246</id>
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    <title>beatyourwings @ 2005-06-09T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-09T23:05:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-09T23:05:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Coldplay&lt;/b&gt; - "Trouble"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what we've been reduced to.&lt;br /&gt;I never even saw it coming.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:18768</id>
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    <title>ha ha</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T04:18:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T04:18:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sup Baskin-Robbins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:17595</id>
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    <title>espanol? no, yo prefiero el hokey pokey.</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T01:43:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T02:35:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sigur Ros&lt;/b&gt; - "Flugufrelsarinn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6:30. As I write this, I hear birds chirping on my front lawn.  It's beautiful.  It makes me wonder what the birds are doing at this time of day.  Possibly finding a midnight snack before they set off to the cedars?  Oh the simple joys in life.  (This is the first time I've ever heard birds chirping at this time of day). &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it is like to eat half a container of strawberries?  Besides stained lips and twitching urge to eat more, it’s delightful.  I could have never thought of a more beautiful day than this.  Every day should be like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/prettykill/IMG_0201.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:17295</id>
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    <title>i was cold hearted.</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T03:53:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T03:53:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wish I could talk more.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could not procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I wish I did not wish for things to happen to me.</content>
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    <title>gretchen grundler is pretty rad.</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T23:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T23:13:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Broken Social Scene&lt;/b&gt; - "KC Accidental"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want school to end already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to think about.&lt;br /&gt;I hate worrying and doubting.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:15502</id>
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    <title>hmph!</title>
    <published>2005-03-27T17:18:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-27T17:19:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Weezer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please change venues so I can see you live.&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you since 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Kyla Isabella.</content>
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    <title>ahhhhmerican idiot?</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T04:28:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T04:28:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Green Day is all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish they never existed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:13593</id>
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    <title>kim possible sucks.</title>
    <published>2005-02-20T01:43:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-20T01:43:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Microphones&lt;/b&gt; - "The Moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I jammed on the acoustic for about 3 hours and wrote some songs.  &lt;br /&gt;I think being sick rulez.  I haven't been this productive in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? DFA, The Weakerthans, Bella, and the Microphones all have shows in April.&lt;br /&gt;It's Rocktober all over again.  I haven't been this excited in a while.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beatyourwings:12902</id>
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    <title>yeah, i think about him.</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T00:22:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T00:25:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today Tori and I saw a grade eight girl wearing a shirt that said, "Spoon Me."&lt;br /&gt;It had a picture of an ice cream sundae.  I dislike seeing things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love random elevator hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My classes rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love it when he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the greatest English teacher evor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robin's not coming to Victoria, poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all you kids are having a great week!</content>
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    <title>um, i don't listen to rap.</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T21:25:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T21:25:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Spoon&lt;/b&gt; - "Chicago at Night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um, I'm not studying right now.  That's really bad.  I've been doing a lot of Chemistry review lately, to save my mark and/or go up somehow.  For a few minutes I read this book called "How to Study Effectively" and it was pretty much a load of crap.  Seriously, who writes these things?  I should really get back to studying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to paint for a few minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magnetmagazine.com/photos/shins.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band continues to be one of my favorites.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>countdown till it's gone.</title>
    <published>2004-10-17T03:36:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-17T03:37:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Secret Machines&lt;/b&gt; - "Sad and Lonely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 8:43 AM to go prepare for curling practice.  I got there to find that my team didn't show up, teams were missing, and I was all by myself for the day (along with four grade 5's and a few high school kids).  I got a lot practice done independently, that was good.  I gave the ice a big bear hug.  I've missed curling, a lot.  NERD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/prettykill/DSCN7962.png"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/prettykill/DSCN7966.png"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/prettykill/DSCN7965.png"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Snowflakes are keepsakes.</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T19:53:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-25T03:23:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Weakerthans&lt;/b&gt; - "One Great City!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my parents have arguments, which results to one of them having to step out of the house for a while.  It's not a good feeling.  Especially on Sundays, it just doesn't feel right.  It makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've had a great week.  Everything has fit into its proper place and I'm just so content about everything right now.  Life is so beautiful, I'm so glad to be in amidst of it.  It makes me want to write songs and eat strawberries, but I don't think they are in season.  It also makes me want to go hug a tree right about now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to Scratch Records sometime.  LOTS!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;764-HERO - &lt;i&gt;Get Here and Stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Magic Magicians - &lt;i&gt;Self Titled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modest Mouse / 764-HERO - &lt;i&gt;Wherever You See Fit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOING TO SEE JANICE L. TODAY, YIPEEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURLING COUNTDOWN:  &lt;b&gt;30 DAYS&lt;/b&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Life is so awesome.  Oh, and I saw the new Modest Mouse video!</content>
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    <title>School's a Biznatch.</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T23:24:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T23:24:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Promise Ring&lt;/b&gt; - "Happiness is All the Rage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the title, I'm CONTENT with my classes.  Just have to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;There are five things I learned, all in one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I talk to myself.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Mme. Gauthier has a tendancy to be at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Physics is like the great unknown, with Mme. Gauthier.&lt;br /&gt;4.) The Beautiful Mistake is one hell of an amazing band.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Sr. Bruno is catching up on his humor.  At least, he tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry rules.  It's probably my favorite class.&lt;br /&gt;Good people, good teacher.  Excellent.</content>
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    <title>School hates me x 2.</title>
    <published>2004-09-10T04:11:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-11T18:37:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Superchunk&lt;/b&gt; - "Watery Hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SUPERCHUNK. HEARTHEARTOMGZLYKEWHOA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School really hurts.  I don't like swearing.  I'm editing this entry.  I know.&lt;br /&gt;My bio class consists of people I don't know very well, therefore I may drop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I took a class that I would enjoy.  I have no classes this semester where I can just let loose and have fun.  Well my spare consists of me listening to the Pixies.  I guess that's pretty fun.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is so soon.  I love October.</content>
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    <title>School hates me.</title>
    <published>2004-09-07T01:19:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-07T01:22:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pavement&lt;/b&gt; - "Ann Don't Cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my family ended up not going to Seattle because my uncle said Pike Place was frantic with Canadians.  Damnit.  I love Pike Place Market.  Plus, Seattle thrift stores rule.  Way better than what you can find here.  I enjoyed the weekend, though.  It was pretty eventful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went furniture shopping with my folks.  Hadn't done that in a while.  Ikea blows.  The desk I wanted was sold out.  I think I had the biggest tantrum of the year in Ikea.  I was so mad.  Haha.  And for an hour, my dad debated whether or not he should buy the Poäng chair.  C'mon, that thing hardly bends backward.  It's weird.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I plan on blowing some money online to buy rare gig posters to match my room.  They're sooo expensive, but they're silk screened, and I hate posters that you buy at the dollar store or at Zellers or something.  They don't have any sentimental value.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tomorrow.  Fuck.</content>
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    <title>when i pretend to fall.</title>
    <published>2004-09-01T21:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-01T21:40:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Long Winters&lt;/b&gt; - "Stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been different today I suppose.  My aunt and uncle moved into their apartment today.  Things just seem a bit weird.  The house is all cold, and alone.  I probably should be doing something around the house, or maybe even study for my L which I was supposed to take last Friday, but my dad couldn't take me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;School is so soon, I can taste it.  Grade eleven is probably going to be the same, just a teensy bit harder.  Being in your senior year is going to feel akward, because you have all this pressure weighed down on you by your parents.  That gets me in knots.  I'm going to try my hardest.  Mark my words.  U of I, Chicago: here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My courses this year are the following: Chemistry 11, Biology 11, Physics 11, English 11, Social Studies 11, Math 11, Spanish 11 / Spanish 12, and I'm a TA.  Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've had this obsession with film making.  Whether it be skits, documentaries, dramas.  I want to make a short film.  A short film with a big message.  My pen and paper are at work.</content>
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    <title>hmm. ily?</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T03:41:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T03:41:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Hey unloving, I will love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I saw the new .moneen. vid.&lt;br /&gt;I love the teal polos and the white pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the old guy that plays the piano!</content>
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    <title>Humans Suck.</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T01:27:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T01:27:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="webdings"&gt;¯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;Q And Not U&lt;/b&gt; - "Fever Sleeves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently Tori is supposed to be coming home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Richards on Richards.  And damn Ben Kweller's ONLY Canadian date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That frustrates me a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;I've been fiddling with my computer, installing a microphone and such.  I've also been fiddling with my gee-tar.  Add the two together, and what do you get?  Oh, I think so!  I might get some songs up or something.  That should be fun.  I love high technology.  It puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintballing is just as cool as high technology.</content>
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    <title>turn a square!</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T01:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T01:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was my birthday.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16, and taking my driver's test on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  School is starting in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. My mp3 player is serving me well.</content>
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    <title>D'oh.</title>
    <published>2004-08-14T18:33:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-14T18:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So hopefully the three of us, (Jax Tor and I) will be going to Seattle for the Rilo Kiley show.  It's a birthday present, and hopefully I can do some part time work to make some money to blow off.  Seattle is great for second-hand shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beastie Boys is on a school night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the weekend has started, and the past month has just been one big blur.  I can't believe school is about to start in less than two weeks.  I'm getting really scared.  Scared about transcripts and all that junk.  There's a part of me that likes school, and there's a part of me that doesn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School and confidence relate.  Confidence has always been a big problem of mine.  I haven't really found the confidence that I need.  Hopefully I will this year.  I'm willing to sacrifice and change a lot of things in order to &lt;i&gt;find&lt;/i&gt; that confidence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to Ambleside.</content>
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