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    <title>no shit?</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T06:31:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-24T06:31:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just got back not too long ago from a Gears of War tournament, my team came in 2nd overall :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killer haha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eric_foremen:35585</id>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2007-01-11T10:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-11T19:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-11T19:00:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey I'm on Live, so if you want me to add you or vice-versa, drop me a line with your gamertag</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2007-01-01T15:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-01T22:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-01T22:46:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">god I hate hangovers</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eric_foremen:35299</id>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-12-12T00:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T07:54:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T08:04:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got accepted to the Art Institute of Vancouver today! I had a 4 hour interview with the Assistant Director of Admissions, and he said that he believes I have the talent to go far with the career :D When I graduate (because I Will ;-)) I'll be part of a $20 billion/year industry. Thats million with a "b" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats better is the school is exclusive, so not just anyone can get in; you have to meet certain criteria other than school marks, and then you have to have an interview, where the assistant director chooses if you're the kind of person he thinks is "qualified" to even be considered, and I got in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that caught my attention was the price for the 15 month course; just under 35 grand, thats just under $35,000 (I dont have the sheet with me atm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha this is great. All you assholes, bitches, and duches that thought I'd never succeed, you better watch out, because my bullet train to success might just run you ova!</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-07-01T00:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T07:48:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T07:48:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just came back from a friends place. Also came back from this bonfire thing at a place Ive never been to. Everything was alright 'n shit at first, like when I first got there, people were asking me who I was and shit was fine just introducing myself. Then this group of guys, maybe about 6 or something, come up to us and say that we have to leave. One of them points to one of the guys that came with us (there was 4 in our group), said that we can stay, they have no beef with us, but He HAS to leave. Now, being me and not wanting any sort of confrontation to go on, we all decide to leave, I can hear them in the background asking why all of us left and shit. One of us and myself are still walking through the path, I hear someone behind us, look, and theres the same group of guys coming at us pretty quick. I figured they wanted that guy they told to leave, so we move out of their way, but they shove me into the bushes, I hit my head hard on the ground, and they start punching me and kicking me, hitting me in the face and ribs. Finally after a few minutes, one of them steps up and says "Hes the wrong guy!" and they all stop. I think it was about 4 guys wailing on me, I get up, and they say "oh Sorry, tell your friend that was meant for Him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the FUCK? you jump me, beat me when I was down, hitting me in the face (I later found out I was bleeding), and all they say is "sorry, we wanted the other guy, it was just a mistaken identity." OK, first asshole, I was wearing a WHITE T-shirt. The other guy, the guy you "meant to get" was wearing a BLACK T-shirt, and he was TANNED, Im PALE you stupid fuckers! "mistaken identity" my ass!</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-06-26T16:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T23:49:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T23:49:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sooo.. yeah.. I got a gun. Actually, a rifle, but whats the difference. Anyway, its like.. black? and it has a scope on it, looks more like a sniper or a hunting rifle *shrugs*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eric_foremen:34395</id>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-04-03T00:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-03T07:06:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-03T07:09:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so yeah, spent like $5-600 on new clothes today.. got a new jacket (which I swear is leather, but my brother says its not, whatever lol), some jeans, and some really nice shirts, just casual shit, ya know? still though, should make me look nice.. gunna try it at school in a few hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that, and I Think Ive found the tattoo Im planning on getting on my right or left shoulder blade, probably my left one though. Its this angel in monk robes, holding a sword. On the sword I was thinking of having "Protector" in latin going down the center of the sword, and have the robes black, and have the whole thing representing the "Unknown Protector," because no one seems to appreciate me protecting them *growls* haha but whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, night all</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-03-03T14:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-03T22:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-03T22:36:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*sighs* and again.. except this time, her dad was talking to mine in my driveway, the motorhome was parked on the road, and her and I were talking to each other, I was leaning against the front end of the vehicle, and as her dad came by (I forget why exactly), she suddenly kissed me as if she'd never see me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and then I woke up. In all seriousness, thats what happened. This is getting wierd..</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-02-24T14:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T22:23:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T22:23:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">.. and again..</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-02-20T16:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T00:13:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-21T00:16:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Comedy - An Evening with Robin Williams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow.. so.. um, I had this dream last night? totally wierd, bizzare actually.. um, I had to get out of this girls house (I knew her), and her dad was looking for me throughout the house, telling her that he knows that Im in the house, even saying my name. The thing is though, I've never really been in her house upstairs, but in the dream I went through a number of rooms hiding from this man so he wouldnt see me and she wouldnt get in trouble.. I didnt actually know if she would get in trouble, but I had the wierdest feeling that she would if I were seen by her dad. Hmm, also, when I finally managed to get out of the house, I did so by going out of a window and on the roof, then falling to the floor, and getting on my dirtbike, but her dad was right there outside, yet he didnt look my way or say anything.. thats really fucked up. When he was looking for me, he would be calling me and calling me names, like "little fuck" and all (which he used to call me), I swear its the strangest thing. Whats stranger is that the person I knew was.. defending me.. saying that Im not in the house and that its just her, but yet I was making noise as I was moving, my legs seemed heavy, and everytime I took a step it made noise, and when I went into this one room, it was fairly lit, and my shadow was on the open door, yet I couldnt get up to close that door so the dad wouldnt see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, thats totally fucked up</content>
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    <title>fuck I hate "valentines day"</title>
    <published>2006-02-15T06:10:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-15T06:10:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hearts and roses and kisses galore...  &lt;br /&gt;What the hell is all that shit for?&lt;br /&gt;People get mushy and start acting queer  &lt;br /&gt;It is definitely the most annoying day of the year&lt;br /&gt;This day needs to get the hell over with and pass&lt;br /&gt;Before I shove a dozen roses up Cupid's ass  &lt;br /&gt;I'll spend the day so drunk I can't speak  &lt;br /&gt;And wear all black for the rest of the week&lt;br /&gt;Guys act all sweet, but it soon will fade&lt;br /&gt;For all they are doing is trying to get laid  &lt;br /&gt;The arrow Cupid shot at me must not have hit&lt;br /&gt;Because I think love is a crock of shit&lt;br /&gt;So here’s my story...what else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Love bites my ass.  ..Fuck Valentines Day!</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-02-04T16:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T00:35:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T00:35:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck I hate this, slowly I suffer day by day</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2006-01-02T20:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-03T04:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-03T04:39:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, I finally get Xbox Live, the package for the 1 year subscription, and I have a modem ready for the hookup, but I need a credit card to sign up for the account. After 1 year/365 days, my account will "expire," where I will need to begin paying for it, and its like $20/month, or $0.67/day, and $240/year. That seems like too much for my dad to let me do, where I will make $7962.24 (not doing extra and keeping it at $9/hr), and where he makes $250 an HOUR! and yet here I just want to borrow his credit card to sign up to a credible company (microsoft) so I can have an account for something I'll be using for years to come. I can EASILY pay him $20 out of the ~ $612.48/month Im making, EASILY! but yet.. no, we had something like a 20 minute conversation where I was trying to get him to let me do this, but he was just using big words that I didnt know even EXISTED, just to say a simple "No," but he basically told me "no, I want you to save your money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck_Off! I work for the fucking money and now your telling me I cant spend the SLIGHTEST amount!? who the FUCK are You?! Ive got everything available all I need is a fucking credit card, but my brother refuses to lend me his even when I told him I can easily pay him, all because his friend went crazy buying PORN off the internet!</content>
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    <title>Christmas Shopping DISASTER!</title>
    <published>2005-12-17T09:27:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-17T09:27:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, so I got my paycheque from work.. wow.. more than HALF my cheque went to my Union! what utter BULLSHIT! so, now Ive got next to no money still, because I got nearly jack Shit *grumbles* so, everyone who reads this, if I was planning on getting you a gift, you'll have to accept a Late gift most likely (90% sure of it, actually..) so, theres literally nothing I can do. My dad wont pay me, he just wont.. seriously.. he wont, not that I got the job and all. Anyway, your gift will be late, probably a few days after christmas, like the 29th or so, again sorry all, I didnt plan it like this :-(</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2005-12-11T21:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T05:21:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-12T05:21:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/generated/20051212/B3KWwGtiRk.jpg" width="250" height="150" border="1" alt="Handwriting Analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your handwriting say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of your analysis say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry. &lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones. &lt;br /&gt;You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present. &lt;br /&gt;You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action. &lt;br /&gt;You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2005-11-08T22:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T06:23:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T06:23:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so Im trying to keep my house if/when my dad plans to move to the island.. got it all layed out with the house.  3 bedrooms, 1 basement suite, and 1 master bedroom :-) 1 room, the master bedroom, is taken by yours truely, and Im currently looking for at Least 4 more people to live in the house with me.  The house is Huge people, its worth ~$750,000, so that should give you an idea of how large this house is ;-) rent is somewhere in the area of 775-550/month, thats with 7 people and then with 5 people.  This house can fit 7 people at most living in here, 2 in the master bedroom and the basement suite (because the room for 2 people is there, but with the 3 bedrooms, there isnt room for 2 peoples' worth of crap in there lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet connection is already available in 3 areas of the house, its got a hot tub, large porch, its near the water, um.. 2 garages, large kitchen, 4 bathrooms, 3 bath tubs, 4 showers, 5 sinks, and all the bathrooms are lockable, as well as the master bedroom and the basement suite.  The basement suite has an electric fireplace that works, um.. shit lol whatever else you wanna know, just ask! haha</content>
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    <title>teehee! :blush:</title>
    <published>2005-09-10T07:36:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-10T07:36:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well got back from my date with Jessika like 10 minutes ago, and LOL its 1230! past MIDNIGHT! and my dad didnt mind! mwahaha! he likes her, and I wanna introduce her to my dad and Linda :-) *nods* yup, Im really happy with her :-) she doesnt do drugs or drink heavily, which I like, she loves cuddling and holding hands, which I also enjoy doing! she wants a nice guy though, because of her past relationships, but this isnt my place to say why, but I think you get why anyway, but anywho! I want to be a nice guy to her, I want to be gentle with her, always *blushes* hehe! man I really enjoyed being with her.. it was for about 5 hours I was with her today, but man it went slow.. but in the good kind of way, you know? like, it goes slow, but then when you got to leave, it all seemed to go so fast, and then you dont want the night to end, but to last forever, just so you can hold her in your arms while she leans against your chest for a little while longer.  Man, Im so happy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny though, I met her at Daves party last week, and Im so glad I went! if I hadent, just think who I could have ended up with! haha! but man though, shes really into me, like.. she thinks I have a cute face, a great sence of humor, Im really nice to her and really honest, like HONEST! man, Ive told her so much shit about me so fast, even most of the personal.. stuff.. *BLUSHES* hehe anyway though! *cough* I asked if she could come down to my neighborhood this sunday so I can introduce her to my folks and show her my place (but no sex, I guess Im a traditionalist.. 1st date; get to know him/her, 2nd date is the first kiss, 3rd date sex, I dont know, if its alright with her though, totally :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywho, I think that just about covers it all, so Im going to split, and spend my time thinking of her, and how happy and complete I felt when I had my fingers inbeteen hers.. *sighs*</content>
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    <title>FFS DREW!</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T05:26:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-06T05:27:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im trying to get with a woman that yeah, I admit, I find to be attractive and funny, and she likes me, and then Drew tells her over msn "Seamus touches little boys!" FUCK DREW!! Ive told you to stop saying that over and over again! you've said that in class and its embarressing! People think that I touch little boys now because you kept saying that in public! yeah, its great to have an inside joke with someone, but how many of those fucking jokes are advertised the amount of times you've said I touch little kids?! shortly after I tried to tell her that I DONT touch little kids, she goes offline! Fuck!</content>
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    <title>post 117, so I like my Halo.. bite me lol</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T20:02:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Birth place:  Elysium City, Eridanus II, Eridanus Star System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysium City is where Dr. Halsey and Jacob Keyes found John, the first candidate for the SPARTAN-II program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SPARTAN-II program, headed by Dr. Catherine Halsey of ONI, Section 3, and Chief Petty Officer Mendez of the UNSC armed forces, was the program that turned ordinary children into the most capable fighting force that have ever seen battle. Those children selected for the program were chosen based on their strength, height, weight, and various other criteria on which would serve the SPARTAN-II project best. These children were then taken to Reach where they began their physical training by CPO Mendez at the age of 5-7 years of age. They trained as hard as the Marines, and after two years, they began their treatments for physical augmentation. Some of these augmentations caused some defects though, and a few of the young Spartans did not survive and some who did were to badly deformed to serve in battle. Those who did survive, and had no side effects, were augmented further with special growth enhancements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spartans were issued their first MJOLNIR Mark V armor in 2525 and were given their first campaign at the age of about 14 years of age, and have no failed missions to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indentities of the Spartan's full names have been deleted from the military records. These are the tags of the known Spartans who survived the intitial fall of Reach: John-117, Kelly-087, Grace-093, Vinh-029, Fred-104, Li-008, Will-043, Isaac-039, Anton-044, and Linda-058. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some did perish in their escape from Reach and after the first strike lead by John-117, the last known surviving Spartans are: John-117, Kelly-087, Fred-104, Will-043, and Linda-058. Currently, Kelly-087's status is assumed alive, but her whereabouts are unknown. She is assumed to be in company with Dr. Catherine Halsey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section Two of the Office of Naval Intellegence has made a significant effort to keep the reports of Spartan soldier's deaths. This created a strong feeling among the general populace that Spartan's were invincible and could not die. Those that were killed were listed as MIA instead of KIA, and the effort has been largely successful in deceiving the human population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spartan augmentation procedures are detailed here. They are as follows: &lt;br /&gt;1. Carbide ceramic ossification: advanced material grafting onto skeletal structure to make bones virtually unbreakable. Recommended coverage not to exceed 3 percent total bone mass because of significant white blood cell necrosis. Specific risk for pre- and near-post pubescent adolescents: skeletal growth spurts may cause irreparable bone pulverization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Muscular enhancement injections: protein complex is injected intramuscularly to increase tissue density and decrease lactase recovery time. Risk: 5 percent of test subjects experience a fatal cardiac volume increase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Catalytic thyroid implant: platinum pellet containing human growth hormone catalyst is implanted in the thyroid to boost growth of skeletal and muscle tissues. Risk: rare instances or elephantiasis. Suppressed sexual drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Occipital capillary reversal: submergence and boosted blood vessel flow beneath the rods and cones of subject’s retina. Produces a marked visual perception increase. Risk: retinal rejection and detachment. Permanent blindness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Superconducting fabrication of neural dendrites: alteration of bioelectrical nerve transduction to shielded electronic transduction. Three hundred percent increase in subject’s reflexes. Anecdotal evidence of marked increase in intelligence, memory, and creativity. Risk: significant instances of Parkinson’s disease and Fletcher’s syndrome.</content>
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    <title>One Last Dance?</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T06:05:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T06:05:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wrote a poem when I was gone.. its titled "One Last Dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Last Dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancer's ready,&lt;br /&gt;The stage is set,&lt;br /&gt;The show a beatiful ballet,&lt;br /&gt;The stars spell her name for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshoppers sing in volume and chorus,&lt;br /&gt;In the mountains shines my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Open to the prize up high,&lt;br /&gt;Never reaching the prize above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars dance about,&lt;br /&gt;Forever out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;I call out her name,&lt;br /&gt;Silence fills my empty heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Séamus Breannan Joseph Cailean Vivian&lt;br /&gt;Augest 27th @ 9:35 PM&lt;br /&gt;Written while gazing down at the city of Pentictin at night</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2005-08-23T21:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-24T04:51:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-24T04:54:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck it all, say goodbye and say hi to the new Seamus, but whether you like him or not I dont give a flying fuck</content>
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    <title>now living with a possibly horny 12 year old cousin..</title>
    <published>2005-08-18T01:55:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-18T01:55:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmm, thats quite the title, dont you think?  shes already made a nexopia account saying that shes 14, and in her "About me" bit, she had something like ".. and only talk to me if you like to party, otherwise dont talk to me if your a party pooper".  Only If You Like To Party.  Seeing the enviroment on nexopia, there are PLENTY of people that would get the wrong idea.  There are more than 400,000 accounts on nexopia, and I DONT want someone older than her hitting on her, or I will kick that fuckers ass, regardless if the police get involved or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already sent a message to the Administration requesting her accounts IMMEDIATE deletion, her email address BANNED, and the age registration to be increased a year.  Linda has, appearently, talked to Alanna, saying that unless she tones this sex thing down shes going to have to find a different place to live, because shes (Linda) is not about to have to deal with that again, and nor is my dad.  Alanna has already made several sexual comments involving a stick and a train spike.  To be honest I am worried about her, and for her.  I dont want her to be going out somewhere and coming back a few hours later, and we find out through her attitude that shes lost her virginity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someones coming, and Im not suppost to be on this computer, so I will add more when I get the chance</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2005-08-14T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-15T00:49:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">great.. just my luck! my folks are back, so are my cousins, but they also brought Nicole back with them *evil eyes* god I dont like her.  But just my luck would have it, now that my folks are back, I cant do that One thing I had planned and looked forward to doing, and then the person that I.. well.. I dont want to say Needed but.. well.. I dont know, you know what I mean! I cant carry out that plan Here, at my house! god damnit! its going to be so much harder to have the house to myself again anytime soon, and then with this person gone suddenly.. I dont know, wierd when they just suddenly.. *disappear* like that, whatever, I shouldnt think its wierd, they probably had plans and all, Im just thinking of myself again.. stupid, stupid, STUPID!</content>
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    <title>candy and trampoline Dont mix! lol</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T00:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T00:27:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Ride is a Mini Cooper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/mini-cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all about unique, one of a kind adventures.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing predictable about your summer is that it's unpredictable!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/"&gt;What's Your Summer Ride?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>eric_foremen @ 2005-08-12T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T03:54:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">fucking great.. now my dad wants to take me to go and get my 2 little cousins with Linda, and be back on monday.  Here I am telling him repeatedly that I dont want to go, but I wonder, should I try a guilt trip on him to make him let me stay? Im about to try whatever it takes here, I seriously dont want to go. If we're (or rather, hopefully they're) going to be back on this monday, then it makes you think that the trip there will be a long one at that, and a long trip on the way back, otherwise why say its a 4 day trip, right? son-of-a-bitch I dont want to go.. I have plans! I've made plans to go and hang out with friends, I want to have the house to myself!</content>
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