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  <title>Wholesome Wombatted Goodness</title>
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  <updated>2007-04-20T04:49:01Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:65797</id>
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    <title>4:20</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T04:49:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T04:49:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OH MY GOD IT'S 420!!! BEST HOLIDAY EVERRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, happy 420. I feel like I'm starting to slip into that familiar pattern from last time, I just hope I don't crash and burn again. And yes, that's ambiguous for a reason, I don't want to reveal too much to the livejournal community.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:65633</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2007-04-03T02:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T06:50:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T06:50:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, and I apologize for the depressing nature of all of my livejournal entries these days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:65303</id>
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    <title>fuck</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T06:48:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T06:48:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I believe it was Hemingway who once said that night is the most depressing time of day, that time right before you go to sleep, where you are completely alone with your thoughts. There is nobody else around, nobody to console or distract, just the thoughts in your head. Hemingway was right. Through watery eyes I can hardly see the computer screen. &lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what the fuck to do. I can't take this anymore. I feel like absolute shit nearly all of the time. I wake up feeling generally miserable, and I go to sleep much more so. I feel like I can't make the right decisions anymore. I feel like I hardly have a single friend in the world, only because I sabotage all of my relationships. I feel like I can't take comfort in anything anymore, that everything is foreign and uninviting. It seems like I have very few friends at school, and the ones I do have get annoyed with me or hang out with me because they feel bad that I have the social skills of a pea. It seems like I can't make friends at all. It seems like I'm not important at all anymore, I feel like my problems are about the least of any in the world. It seems like the world might be better off without me some days, all I do is take up space anyway. It seems like my family is more upset with me than they are happy with me. It seems like everything is going wrong and everything is fucked up. College was supposed to be a time for me to change, to develop into a decent human being. Instead I'm become a recluse, shy, cowardly little bitch who can hardly make idle conversation, nevermind conversation that matters. I feel like I bore the fucking shit out of people, and anything I do say is just stupid and ignorant anyway. It seems like I'm a complete alien from society, and that nobody can relate to me. It seems like everybody has such an easier time. I'm not saying that people don't struggle, because I'm probably complaining about fucking nothing in comparison to them, but it just seems like people are able to just do life better than me. It seems like everything, every single miniscule fucking thing wrong with me and my life can be blamed on me and the mistakes I've made. I feel like going back to school might just make things worse. I feel like there are better things I could be doing at 2:30 on a tuesday morning than crying my eyes out and feeling depressed. I feel about as lonely as I might on Neptune.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I shouldn't be complaining or feeling depressed. It seems like alot of people have alot worse problems than I do. I'm probably dealing with the same shit as everyone else, I'm just a fucking pussy about it. I feel like I hit rock bottom ages ago and now I'm just sitting here waiting until one more thing goes wrong (because of me like it always does) and then i'll hit lower and do something rash, because I can't say the thought hasn't invaded my head. I'm sorry to all of my friends. This whole entry makes it seem like I haven't got a friend in the world. The truth is, the friends I have are some of the best in the world, and I love them all. I just wish I was a better friend in return. I'm sorry to anyone, anyone I've ever hurt in anyway. I'm sorry to anyone that I've put my own selfish needs in front of. I'm sorry to anyone I wasn't there for. I'm sorry if I was every a smug asshole. I'm sorry if I ever acted like an arrogant dick. I'm sorry to anyone I gave a bad first, second, third etc impression to. I'm sorry if I ever annoyed you, hassled you, treated you like shit. I'm sorry if I didn't make you seem special or imporant enough. I'm sorry if I ever wasted your time complaining about my problems instead of being a good friend. I'm sorry if I ever alienated you, or treated you unkind. I'm sorry if I didn't try hard enough for you, or for our friendship. I'm sorry if I was ever near sighted and didn't see your perspective. I'm sorry if I ever fucked up or if I wasn't there.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2007-03-18T15:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T19:56:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T19:56:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">While quitting ciggs may be a good move, right now it's a huge regret. I'm always anxious now, like on the edge of my seat or just tense. My body is just welling up with emotion and anxiousness, and my body feels like it just needs something to calm it down. I have headaches very often now. I get upset/aggrivated/frustrated so easily, the slightest thing might set me off. Cigarettes are on my mind constantly, and it seems like everywhere I turn I see them. I don't want to smoke a pack a day, but it's almost unbearably hard to go without one. I regret smoking, probably more than anything else. So, if I snap at anyone, while I try my hardest not to, I apologize, but withdrawls fucking suck.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:64675</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2007-01-23T01:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T06:30:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-23T06:30:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish I would get up and do something for a change, instead of sitting on my fat lazy ass. I wish I would get into better shape. I wish I weren't so damn stupid and inferior to all of my friends. I wish I weren't a drug addict. I wish I wasn't such a bum. I wish I would help out my parents more instead of being a selfish prick. I wish i weren't so damn depressing. I wish I were more understanding of people and be more grateful towards them. I wish I did more for other people. I wish I weren't so cowardly and shy towards people. I wish I could be happier being myself. I wish my parents wouldn't forget about my problems.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:64225</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2007-01-07T11:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-07T16:43:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-07T16:45:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I like to be ambigious about my livejournal posts. and say things nobody else will understand.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you can't forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some stupid poem should go right down here&lt;br /&gt;So people will think I'm bohemian or queer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sarcasm.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:63825</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-11-26T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-26T20:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-26T20:54:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like my life is going down the tubes. I'm on a downward spiral, I'm not sure if there's anyway out. I feel like things are just getting progrssively worse and worse instead of better. Fuck. I don't know what to do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:63672</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-11-05T21:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-06T01:37:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-06T01:37:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's nice to know that in this fucked up world we live in, there is someone who even unconsciously or without thinking about it still cares. Even a tiny bit, at least someone does.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:63406</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-09-07T01:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T05:02:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T05:02:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Grateful Dead - Casey Jones</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah, I love college. It is fucking awesome. I love partying, on what would be a school night. It's amazing, I'm crunk as hell.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:63080</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-09-06T14:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T18:23:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T18:23:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">college is cool shit. I'm enjoying Long Island and having fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:62946</id>
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    <title>A Modern Factory Worker</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T05:09:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T05:09:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Do Make Say Think - All Of This Is True</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's gleaming metal body, singing into the night a love song&lt;br /&gt;Screaming about love lost and love found&lt;br /&gt;Belting at the top of it's metallic lungs a ballad&lt;br /&gt;Of such a beautiful love, A love that even the greatest writers and poets and musicians&lt;br /&gt;Could never write about, it's an instrumental of metallic fanfare&lt;br /&gt;Blasting, singing into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It's beautifully crafted body, the product of many centuries of labor and experimentation&lt;br /&gt;Is painting the beautiful chrome portrait it was designed to make&lt;br /&gt;A completely beautiful image of the world, glistening off of the armor&lt;br /&gt;from the street lights it sits under, a brother to it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the body sings with delight, the exterior overture&lt;br /&gt;Of a more perfect love than any will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the body is merely a facade, an exterior protecting an interior&lt;br /&gt;A random configuration of ones and zeros&lt;br /&gt;Not language, not compassion, not understanding&lt;br /&gt;Confused and puzzled, programmed and not created&lt;br /&gt;It stares blankly at the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Not wondering, not pondering, not noticing&lt;br /&gt;Having no idea of beauty, of love&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly crafted body being the only mean of conveyance&lt;br /&gt;It cannot notice the beauty of the highest point of the city&lt;br /&gt;where if you look down all you see are beautiful city lights&lt;br /&gt;Not pondering, not concerned at all&lt;br /&gt;It has but one concern and it is that of it's duty&lt;br /&gt;It displays no fear, no anger, no frustration, no joy&lt;br /&gt;It is simply as it is programmed to be&lt;br /&gt;A random series of ones and zeros&lt;br /&gt;It contains no vital organs of life, &lt;br /&gt;Simply a mouth box and a hard drive&lt;br /&gt;An original design is a blank canvas and empty tracks&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to fight back&lt;br /&gt;It's perfection is that of a Renaissance portrait,&lt;br /&gt;Product of years of trying and trying again,&lt;br /&gt;glistening it's song of tragic flaws down the sewer grate,&lt;br /&gt;It's thoughts dammed by non-existance&lt;br /&gt;Never tasting to fruit, it will always comply&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing a free, uncontrolled thought&lt;br /&gt;Not a thought that is the product of someone else's ponderance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sits on the bench, waiting for a bus&lt;br /&gt;That will take it to a cold, lifeless chamber of solitude&lt;br /&gt;Some may call a home.&lt;br /&gt;Simply a shelter on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;So that  it may not rust tonight in the potential 50% chance of rain&lt;br /&gt;Though it may not be afflicted with this thought&lt;br /&gt;It simply does without question or thought&lt;br /&gt;Going through a day to day routine with no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;And no goal to reach, a hopeless cause&lt;br /&gt;Only because hope is not formatted to its hard drive&lt;br /&gt;And goals are not compatible with the operation system.</content>
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    <title>oh my mind is a clusterfuck</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T05:01:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T05:01:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I could tell you everything on my mind, I would. oh believe me I would.&lt;br /&gt;But things are baracaded in there, choking the brain stem&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing every last bit of juice and pulp from the fruit&lt;br /&gt;That at one time may have held some coherent thought,&lt;br /&gt;Without a distortion or an enhancement of any kind&lt;br /&gt;Without a cosmic ripple in the infinity of that which is man&lt;br /&gt;and that which is women, children and animals too.&lt;br /&gt;If I could show you every tiny bloodsucking deer tick &lt;br /&gt;lurking around, looking for a place where thoughts are like blood&lt;br /&gt;Clotting every second and flowing constantly out of the body.&lt;br /&gt;My right as a human being is to trust nobody, and I've done that.&lt;br /&gt;If I could chart out every worry like a star chart or map&lt;br /&gt;It'd be one complicated, fucked up map, with wrong turns and dead ends.&lt;br /&gt;I write free verse poetry because I am completely inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm completely inadequate because I don't know&lt;br /&gt;what exactly I should be worrying about right now&lt;br /&gt;Because the clamp against my head is hardly helping me at all&lt;br /&gt;and neither are the woodpeckers and termites eating away at it.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like Charlie Brown because I know I will never ever win&lt;br /&gt;And if I do, it won't matter because it will just be pulled out from under me&lt;br /&gt;Because I hold too much faith in humanity.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:62242</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-06-19T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T03:33:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T03:33:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got home from Bonnaroo. As in like an hour ago or so. Fucking so amazing. That was one of the funnest things I've ever done, I saw so many good fucking bands, some I'd never heard of and some that I wanted to see. I'm nice and tan too, and the vibe down there is so cool, sooo mellow. However, I'm only home until thursday then it's off to camp. if you would like to hang out, let me know soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:62175</id>
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    <title>Thoughts</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T04:47:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T04:47:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Beatles - Come Together</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well it's been a while since I've last updated. Life is great, I'm a high school graduate now, every stress that was in my life is now done with. School, eagle, everything that stressed me out is now done with. So now I start a new chapter in my life, in September I'll be at school. and right now is the in between, a median between high school and college. and I'm very excited about starting college. It will be very different from high school, but I'm very excited still. I'm going to miss certain things, like Kelley and my family and friends, but I'll make new friends down there, and I'll be back up here too. It will be good.
  Right now, I feel very deep in thought. I have so many thoughts racing through my head, so many questions. Why do we exist? Is there a purpose? Is there a God? What is love? None of these answers can be answered, I know that, because these things are not superficial, they're not the concrete things as math, science and other things are, no. They're much deeper than that. They're perspective, they all depend on the personality of the person analyzing them. Some people may disagree with me that they are concrete things, God and love and purpose. And that is another perspective, just as looking at them as a free concept is another perspective. All of life is how you look at it. Optimism and pessimism are solely based on the viewers perception of certain moments and episodes in time. Which is precisely how certain different religions and schools of thought came to be, due to a person's point of view. 
   But these things certainly cannot be broken down as easily as people would like to believe. People try to classify too often, with things as simple as music and as complex as philosophy. People try to hard and spend too much time trying to classify everything. Music cannot be classified, and as far as I'm concerned neither can life. Are people created good with bad tendencies or bad with good tendencies? This question cannot be answered, humanity and life itself are far to complex to break down as such. There may be right and they're may be wrong, but alot of life cannot be broken down into such a simple way, there are too many varying factors. Even love cannot be broken down, people expect certain things, but love is all around. Everybody's perception of love is different, and people are still too apt to try and classify love as one certain emotion. 
   Life has so many important facets to it, so many different things, often dependent on the society and the times. In today's society, I feel one of the most important things is respect. Respect for self, respect for other through tolerance. People are so untolerant of each other, it's quite disgusting. No one race is particularly better than another, and no person can be judges based on their intelligence or personality, even animals, plants and things should be respected. We are so eager to be considered the best, the highest, but we're all the best. No one person is better than another. Every person has some quality that makes them unique and that is a strong point, and every person has parts of them that are weak and can use improvment, and a person should not be judged solely on what they need to improve upon. No person is particularly better than another person, and people need to understand that there are only stupid differences between them, stupid barriers between them that will not unite them. No person can fit a certain stereotype, no one human being can fit a perfect mold.
  I understand of course that this certain type of nirvana will never be achieved in society. No matter what there will always be one person that will be intolerant of another person, it can't be helped. but that shouldn't be looked in a negative manner either. Yes, total peace and total tolerance of humanity will never happen, but little things will make all of the difference in the world, through kindness, thoughtfulness, and without being an asshole. Helping one person do one thing will make all of the difference in the world to that person, to their world. and that is how the world revolves solely on perspective and on looking at things as you view them. A certain action may trigger a thought into a certain person. There will always be someone who loves and idea, and someone who hates an idea. Some people reading this will think that what I'm saying is entirely untrue, and I'm okay with that. This the reality I see, not the reality you see, and certain actions and thoughts for you will be very different from my thoughts. Certain music may be beautiful to one person and very bad to another person. Life is not one certain way. Sometimes things in life simply cannot be explained, and certain things in life can be explained. Life is not completely rational or logical, and never will be. People do certain things and certain things happen often times without reason.
   So what have I really been saying for the past forty five minutes? Is it genius or pure balogna. Well, they're my thoughts. They're what I feel about the earth. You don't have to abide by anything here, in fact if you disagree, feel free. I'm right in my own way, just as you are in yours. Goodnight.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-05-09T21:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T01:37:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T01:37:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dead Kennedys - We've Got a Bigger Problem Now</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright so I'd like to apologize for that last entry. While it wasn't necessarily bad, it wasn't informative at all. So life is really really good. Like really fucking good. School is gonna be over in 5 and a half days. FIVE AND A HALF DAYS! and then I'm done at Holy Name. That is soo awesome. I've finished my eagle stuff, the application is going out tomorrow and then I'm done with that til my board of review. MY friends are sweet as always. This past weekend I went to Beth's beach house and went to Foxwoods drunk and smoked at the table. I went to Nick's the next day and got drunk and stoned and watched madd movies. Then sunday I hung out with Kelley and my family. We went to this reservoir out in RI and paddled around and shit. I went swimming. and it wasn't cold. I was surprised. &lt;br /&gt;  And then there's Kelley. Kelley has made me happy, like the happiest I've been in years. She's such a wonderful girl, and we can just talk and just hang out. We have alot in common and I enjoy that. She brightens my day. It's quite amazing really. &lt;br /&gt;  I have prom this weekend, gonna be fucking sickkkk. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;  So that's my life right now, in short. Summer's coming up. I've been tan for like two weeks straight. I've been on the computer less too, which is awesome, I hate wasting my life on the computer. So I'm done now.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-05-07T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T03:01:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T03:01:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Life: The Soundtrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Opening credits:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Waking up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;So Much To Say - Dave Matthews Band &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Average day:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Son of Mr. Green Genes - Frank Zappa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You Wear it Well - Rod Stewart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Falling in love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Do You Realize?? - Flaming Lips &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Let's Stay Together - Al Green &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fight scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Arcarsenal - At the Drive-In &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Getting back together:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Could You Be Loved - Bob Marley &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Secret love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Blood on Our Hands - Death From Above 1979 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Life's okay:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You Enjoy Myself - Phish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Mental breakdown:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Wishlist - Pearl Jam &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Driving:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell - The Stooges &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Learning a lesson:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Thank You - Led Zeppelin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Deep thought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Goodbye Enemy Airship - Do Make Say Think &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;1969 - The Stooges &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Partying:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Deep Inside - Incubus &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy dance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Puffy - Bela Fleck and the Flecktones &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Regreting:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I Want None of It - Radiohead &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Long night alone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sleep - Godspeed You! Black Emperor &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Death scene:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Golden Slumbers - The Beatles &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Closing credits:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Break On Through - The Doors &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S875/Your_Life:_The_Soundtrack.html" title="Your Life: The Soundtrack"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I've been this happy.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-03-29T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-29T23:26:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-29T23:26:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Holy Name administration can go eat a cock. I don't give a shit if they read this. What the fuck are they gonna do? Learn to plan you bastards.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-03-21T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T01:54:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T01:54:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Billy Joel - New York State of Mind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">MY weekend started Thursday and didn't end til sunday. It was filled with ALOT of smoke, like three days of it, Reggie and lots of other stuff. It was a good weekend I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, however, I'm in a very odd sort of mood. I've been in a weird mood all week, it's very anxious. I don't know why I'd be anxious or anything, but I am. I don't like it at all. My mood has sucked lately, like the past couple of weeks. I don't like it at all. I'm seeing less and less good in the world, and more corruption. I also think I might be going insane, I seem to be making less and less sense, and I'm becoming more shut off. I'm worried about everything I said I was worried about last time, and they just keep growing. I'm really fucking stressed/worried/depressed lately. Fucking sucks.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-02-14T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-15T01:54:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-15T01:54:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thrice - The Earth Will Shake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Life's good. I can't complain about much of anything at this point. Happy Valentine's day.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-02-06T15:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T20:44:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T20:44:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I took a personal day off today. My weekend was nothing short of intense. Fucking crazy, and I'm never gonna do something that large at my house again. Being a host sucks. But it was fun nonetheless, I enjoyed my weekend. Now I'm home, watched Goodfellas today. I gotta letter from Hofstra saying their giving me 3500 dollar annual scholarship. Which is fucking ill. I'm out</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inertiaticesp88:58077</id>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-01-29T19:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-30T00:50:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-30T00:50:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My weekend was nothing short of bitchin. Good times. I'm redoing my basement and trying to find furniture. If anyone has any furniture they'd be willing to part ways with, lemme know.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-01-18T18:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T23:35:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T23:35:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>At the Drive-In - Sleepwalk Capsules</lj:music>
    <content type="html">10 LAYERS OF ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name: Timothy Meyer Hesselton&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: May 17, 1988&lt;br /&gt;Birth place: Plymouth, MA&lt;br /&gt;Current: Oxford, MA&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: English and German&lt;br /&gt;What Shoes Did You Wear Today: New Balance Classics&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Chelsea, sappy songs&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Lack of Achievement, that I waste my life&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: I do love Pizza Hut cheese stuffed crust with pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;Goal you'd like to achieve: write a book, make an album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Fuck this&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: probably my eyes dude, or hair&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: somewhere past 10:30 usually&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Family members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: BK&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: single&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: oh dayum, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanillA: Chocolate, cuz I'm black&lt;br /&gt;Cappacino or coffee: cappucino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU/ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: yesm&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush(es): yesm&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: yep&lt;br /&gt;Like high school: whatevs&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: yesm&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself?: Eh, not really&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: nope&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: Fuck that&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: Yeah I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a date: yesm&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dippin: nope&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: umm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beat up: no&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: I dunno, whenever&lt;br /&gt;Number of Children: I dunno really, a son or two maybe, but I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Describe your dream wedding: Simple, inviting alot of people, some beautiful location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: eh whatever&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: medium&lt;br /&gt;Height: shorter than me&lt;br /&gt;Articles of clothing: I like good fashion sense...yes I am gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I can trust: trust how far? With any information....5 or 6 maybe&lt;br /&gt;Number of CD's I own: Damn, like 175-200 by now, I haven't counted in years&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercing: used to have my ear, but nothin now&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: none...yet&lt;br /&gt;Number of times been on T.V.: Never&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: maybe once&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: I dunno, I used to scratch off scabs so even if it wouldn't scar it would&lt;br /&gt;Number of big things in my past that I regret: A few, I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Chelsea today. Big smile.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-01-11T21:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-12T02:58:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-12T02:58:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eric Clapton - Layla (Acoustic)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm melting and I love it.</content>
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    <title>inertiaticesp88 @ 2006-01-08T22:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T03:06:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T03:06:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 Guilty Pleasures" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 Guilty Pleasures as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 60's and 70's R&amp;B/ soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brick Oven Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fleece &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Campfires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jazz piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: Chelsea, Jill, Jamo, Alexis, the other Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. Weekend was good. Went camping, and sledded and broke my finger. Who does that? Saw Chelsea a lil bit. Good times. I feel better about life, but don't feel like writing why right now.</content>
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    <title>Survey and stuff.</title>
    <published>2006-01-03T18:36:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-03T18:36:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Common - Real People</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. Who was the first person u talked to in 06? Jeez I don't know, everyone in the room I guess and Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Who was the first person you hugged? Jeez, might have been Chelsea the next day, or Kari that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first person you called? Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The first person you texted? Chelsea again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The first drink you drank? Well Champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The first person that called you? Beej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The first person that texted you? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you talked to all of you top 8 yet? No, not Dane Cook or At the Drive-In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Any of your top 8? yeah, most of em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the 1st person to hang up on you? Why would someone hang up on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the first thing you watched on TV? The ball drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the first person you thought of? Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the first thing you ate? I dunno, tortilla chips or weenies or something. I had the drunchies like a mother fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you wearing at midnight? a t-shirt and pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who was the first person you kissed? Chelsea on monday. I had to wait a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so far this year has been great. First off, Got drunk New Years. I needed that. Sunday got presents. Yesterday hung out with Chelsea. She's pretty sweet. Vacation was overall very good. Hung out with Chelsea mostly everyday, and saw a bunch of friends. It was very good. Except I need to read. Fuck I'm procrastinating.</content>
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