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  <title>A little Bit More than What You See</title>
  <subtitle>But probably not more than you think.</subtitle>
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    <name>The Yeti You Just Hit With Your Car</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:march_of_idiots:79148</id>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2009-03-03T23:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-04T04:51:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;really can't wait until I'm 18, because I&amp;nbsp;can get (a) tattoo(s). I'm so excited, I have 2 confirmed that I&amp;nbsp;want to do. But I know I&amp;nbsp;want at least 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of them is going to be a Zebra Stripe tattoo, like the little tattoos from the gum wrapper, except permanent. I love that idea, I just do, hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;will also never grow tired of the song Soco Amaretto Lime by Brand New; it's just like... perfectly depressing uplifting. I&amp;nbsp;fucking love it. And life right now for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never put a picture of Tico on here, mine and Katie's ferret! He's blind and deaf and is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/march_of_idiots/pic/00002q17/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/march_of_idiots/pic/00002q17/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other good ones are at school... But he's fucking the best, stinkiest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:march_of_idiots:78993</id>
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    <title>FUCK!</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T06:34:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T06:34:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm so tired of everyone being stupid. And everyone just going along with everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're supposed to go to the aquarium tmrw because it's supposedly a dollar to get in, and thats really awesome. it started out as like, me Katie, Christy, Nick, Susie, Kelsey and Eric. But now, everyone's going. Like 15 people. I don't have a problem with that, I really dont. I like when everyone's together. What I have a problem with is when people make plans and then change everything when someone else says ONE&amp;nbsp;THING. Tonight I got off work and went to Kyles and Pat was there with his 2 friends from PA. Kyle and Julia just went to sleep. Eric was upstairs feeling sick. And Susie was downstairs with me, Kelsey, Pat, and his friends. &lt;br /&gt;Then John gets there and Susie asks him if he's gonig tmrw and he says something like &amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;don't know, it's really early&amp;quot; So then she turns to me and is like &amp;quot;Hey Mike, can we go later?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;And I was like &amp;quot;No, cause I&amp;nbsp;wanna get there early to beat the trash so there's not like 249287690741098 million people&amp;quot; and they say &amp;quot;Well there's gonna be trash there regardless of the time&amp;quot; And I'm like &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;nbsp;don't care&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Because we made ALL&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;THESE&amp;nbsp;PLANS and just because John said something, Susie's like &amp;quot;OH, YEAH, RIGHT, I FORGOT I WANT TO CHANGE EVERYTHING I'VE SAID THE PAST WEEK&amp;quot;. I&amp;nbsp;don't really have a problem with John besides that he screwed Susie over, and she seems pretty at peace with that. I just that she will change everything on his word, but fights with EVERYTHING I SAY.&lt;br /&gt;Like tonight before I went to work, she came over and she was like &amp;quot;Hey, I have everything pretty much planned out. You, pat and Kyle and gonna drive. You're probably gonna take Nick and Christy.&amp;quot; Something along those lines, and she was like &amp;quot;To save gas, don't wanna take too many cars, all that. And I&amp;nbsp;was like &amp;quot;Yeah, that's fine&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and she continues to say &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;nbsp;still wanna, you know, sort everything out and get it all planned.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and I&amp;nbsp;go, &amp;quot;Yeah, it's good&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;or something like that. And she just keeps talknig to me in this tone like I&amp;nbsp;just disagreed with everything she was saying when I&amp;nbsp;was really like &amp;quot;Yeah, everything you said is fine with me, I hope tmrw's fun&amp;quot; It's so fucking ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Pat drinks now. Fucking ridiculous. He was like, so against it for a while, but I guess with his girl issues he decided not to be.. and it sucks cause Pat's this really awesome person and I hate to see him destroy himself like this for bad reasons. John was talknig about how him and his friends got all this money together and how the party's gonna be awesome tmrw.&amp;nbsp;PAt turns to his friends and is like &amp;quot;Dude, you wanna get drunk tmrw?&amp;quot; I&amp;nbsp;hate it, I hate that everyone my age thinks it's so much fun and all this bullshit. Yeah, you have your own opinions and probably think it's alright to drink and smoke. But I hate that my friends do it, I hate knowing that they're doing it, and I hate knowing that there's nothing I could do to make anyone of them stop... This sucks, I'm livid and there's no one to talk to besides Alyse and she did help, but god... it just sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even like social drinking, like the low-key friend stuff, it's like &amp;quot;Dude, let's go to a party and drink and smoke away all of our problems.&amp;quot; instead of talking to the one person who wants to help but never gets let in anymore. Ahhhhh, I'm just gonna go crazy, I hate this so much. I wish I&amp;nbsp;didn't care and could just let it go. But it's just so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Yes, oh my god yes</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T04:28:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T04:28:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://img3.carmax.com/Images/3/14/3VWRA69M94M010314-1-700x525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mine!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:march_of_idiots:78559</id>
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    <title>These 2 songs are kind of ruling my life right now</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T04:20:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T04:20:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;Mad World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;pre&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places&lt;br /&gt;Worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for the daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;br /&gt;No expression&lt;br /&gt;No expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I’m dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very very&lt;br /&gt;Mad world&lt;br /&gt;Mad world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to feel the way that every child should&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I’m dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very very&lt;br /&gt;Mad world&lt;br /&gt;Mad world&lt;br /&gt;enlarging your world&lt;br /&gt;Mad world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rootless Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;What I want from you is empty your head &lt;br /&gt;But they say be true, don't stay in your bed &lt;br /&gt;We do what we need to be free &lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me like a rootless tree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from us is learn to let go &lt;br /&gt;But we fade the forests, fracture the tide &lt;br /&gt;We go blind when we needed to see &lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me, like a rootless... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you &lt;br /&gt;And all you didn't do &lt;br /&gt;I said bleed it, bleed it, bleed it &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in you &lt;br /&gt;And do you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much &lt;br /&gt;That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out &lt;br /&gt;Of hell when you're around &lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out &lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around &lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from this &lt;br /&gt;Is to learn to let go &lt;br /&gt;No not of you &lt;br /&gt;Of all that is old &lt;br /&gt;Killers re-invent and believe &lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me, like a rootless... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you &lt;br /&gt;And all you didn't do &lt;br /&gt;I said leave it, leave it, leave it &lt;br /&gt;It's nothin' anyway &lt;br /&gt;And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much &lt;br /&gt;That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out &lt;br /&gt;It's hell when you're around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you &lt;br /&gt;And all we've been through &lt;br /&gt;I said leave it, leave it, leave it &lt;br /&gt;It's nothing anyway &lt;br /&gt;And do you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much &lt;br /&gt;That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out &lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;/pre&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fucking scared</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T05:26:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T05:26:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't really even thought about my senior year or college until today when Elaine asked me what classes I was taking next year. I realized that I can't slack off at all... I need to take 2 english classes, Eng. 12 and Creative Writing, cause it looks good on applications, I need to take a math, so I'll be taking Trig, which I really didn't want to. I need to take Photo (good) plus this other art class DATA because I'm hoping to do something with photography, but who the fuck knows, and I haven't really taken any art classes so I need that. &lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else terrified of college, cause I really wasn't until today. And in a way, it's good, maybe I'll start buckling down and putting school before a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing's scaring me right now cause every thing's so unsure. I wish I had better grades and could handle AP classes and could balance:&lt;br /&gt;School, friends, work, girlfriend, getting a car, college and everything else at once, but I really cant, and it sucks.</content>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2008-01-07T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T05:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T05:47:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's scary out there...</content>
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    <title>I'm writing this naked and I can't tell you why, but I can...</title>
    <published>2007-12-16T04:27:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T04:27:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was cute. Cute as is shitty.&lt;br /&gt;-Well, it started last night when I went to Kyles and I was just hanging out and all of a sudden I get a text from Susie, and it reads "Mike is annoying me s0000 much" And I hadn't even said a word to her all night. She's being an asshole, and I don't care&lt;br /&gt;-Last night/this morning at 3 am when we got home from wherever we were (Jay, Pat and I) I couldn't find my wallet, I put it on the seat next to me in Pats car and when I pick up my stuff, oh good, it's not there. &lt;br /&gt;I had $220, my permit, my bank card, and my school ID, so I'm fucked forever and ever and ever if I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;-I had to work the next day at 11, so I had to get up at 10, I get up, go to the bathroom to take a shower and, oh good, Alyse just turned on the water and I say "Alyse I have to shower for work" She says "I'm going to a wedding" so I have to shower downstairs in my newly fixed, shower that smells like mildew and ass.&lt;br /&gt;-Go to work, hate my life there, whats new? Katie's upset all day cause she has to write a paper and it's stressing her out and I can't be with her to comfort her. I love Oak Crest forever, seriously, thanks for the social life.&lt;br /&gt;-Get off work at 7:10 cause 12 or so old people come down at 6, when we're supposed to be CLOSED. but they went to a play at a church so they still got to eat.&lt;br /&gt;-After work we're supposed to get a tree, and my mom asks me to ask Katie if she can come. So I ask and she said her mom said "no, the weathers bad" Ok.. it rained for like 20 minutes.. tops. Oh yeah, the roads are so fucking horrible, why don't you shut the fuck up and let your daughter be where she'd happy instead of home where she hates it.&lt;br /&gt;-We drive to my moms bank cause she needs money and she's coughing a lot, and I know it's not her fault, but holy my fucking shit, her cough is the most aggravating sound in the world. So I tell her I'll run to Dunkin Donuts and get her a water. I go in there and am immediately angry cause there are 3 people in line, and all I want is a fucking water. There was one stupid indian woman working there and for the life of her, she couldn't move faster than a turtle, and I wanted to kill EVERYONE. I almost walked out with it, but the cameras were right on me + I've already been arrested for shop lifting.&lt;br /&gt;-We get the tree, the guy there was actually really nice and gave us 5 dollars off, so I thought the night would look up. Wrong. We get home and we have to clean out the corner so the tree can go in there and my mom has this Nordic Trac big piece of shit that she never uses, so I have to put that and everything else in the corner in the trunk to take it to storage. The fucking things digs up my arm and I hate life again. We get the tree in the stand, but its crooked, and we say we'll fix it later. Kelsey goes to water the tree and spills it EVERYWHERE. And then of course, I have to lay on a towel on top of water on top of 8 years of dog piss, so the smell is wonderful of course. &lt;br /&gt;-We got to the storage area to put the Nordic Trac and the 2 speakers we have into the unit. So we get the stuff on the little cart they provide and go to put in the code for the elevator, and oh good, it doesn't fucking work. Of course mom is raving about how terrible service is and blah blah blah. And I'm really trying not to lose my mind. So we put all the stuff back in the trunk and go home.&lt;br /&gt;-Then we start to try and correct the tree, so it looks good. Kelsey can't hold the fucking tree so it keeps falling back to ugly when I get it right, and I yell at her and my mom yells at me to stop, and I tell everyone to shut the fuck up. We get it right, then I was trying to use the sheers we had to take of this one branch that was in my way, and the WHOLE TREE FALLS OVER, right onto the coffee table and all the water in the stand spills all over the floor and I &lt;i&gt;LOSE&lt;/i&gt; it. I start cussing and saying "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!!!" Which my mother really hates because I'm taking the lords name in vain and whatnot, but i don't care. And I'm raving around the house screaming and kicking things because, really, nothing EVER goes right for us. Rarely does one thing work out for us.&lt;br /&gt;- I go in my room and start doing laundry (o.O) and then I thought maybe I'd take a shower cause I smelled like Pine tree, dog piss, sweat, Oak Crest, and just too many other smells. So here I am sitting her naked ranting to no one. Can things get worse right now? Oh, hahahaha, I can't wait to see what the night has in store for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I LOVE IT. LIFE RUUUUUUULES.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hate Sept. real bad</title>
    <published>2007-09-14T00:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-14T00:59:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>iTunes librarrrrrry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Who's ready for October?! I know I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-October rules first off, it's just the best month ever&lt;br /&gt;-It gets colder and I love it&lt;br /&gt;-The leaves change and it's gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;9th-28 Weeks finally comes out on DVD&lt;br /&gt;10th-Susie's birthday&lt;br /&gt;-1 month closer to snooooow!!!&lt;br /&gt;-It smells so good in October at night! It's so crisp.&lt;br /&gt;20 something-Homecoming, and I'm actually going this year with Katie :)&lt;br /&gt;23rd- I can get my provisionals, and shit my pants. Those 2 just go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;28th-Katie's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;29th- 5 MONTHS DUDE! This is the longest relationship I've been in thus far, and I am sooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;31st- HALLOWEEEN! Halloween is my favorite holiday ever, it's spectacular. I love it. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-Fall is my second favorite season, but I still love it when it gets here.&lt;br /&gt;-Beardtober, even though I can't grow a beard, Kyle and I still rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side though&lt;br /&gt;-Pats leaving for UTI on like the 8th or something&lt;br /&gt;-it gets darker earlier&lt;br /&gt;-wet leaves stink.&lt;br /&gt;-Halloween is on a Wed! WEEEAK!</content>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2007-08-30T21:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-31T01:39:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-31T01:39:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mom screams way too much and it's really aggravating. Like, I love her and all, but jesus, she gets mad over the stupidest things. I'm being very vague, I know why she's mad and shit, but when she comes around me and just starts cussing and screaming (not at me, just in general) I can't be around her. She's doing it now, that's why I'm going in my room.</content>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2007-08-29T22:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T02:30:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T02:30:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's so obvious I never check this/update ever.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, new school year started. I might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period is photo with Katie, so I couldn't ask for me. Sweet, life rules in that class then&lt;br /&gt;Haaaate period 3 since it's all sophomores in that class, and we make shapes all class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fischer, english teacher, hates me already. The first like 20 minutes of class, my phone vibrated, and god damn, that thing vibrates loud in a quiet room. Real cute. She just stares at me whenever she talks. I hope she knows I'm not speaking in her class... like ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Behavior with Beighley will be awesome cause he fucking rules. &lt;br /&gt;Barr is creepy. &lt;br /&gt;And I have Kressman for weight training.&lt;br /&gt;it could be worse, I could have Moen again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is basically no one in my classes, so I hate that, and it already feels like it's been about 4 weeks in this place. Junior year will not be a truly epic year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my licence and be a senior... well sort of, next year is the last year which scares the piss out of me cause I have 0 idea where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Saturday to spend the whole day with Katie... Finally, after like 1 1/2 weeks. I have cute stuff planned. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it needs to immediately drop to a high of 70 the day school starts so my balls arent glued to my leg the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for fall/winter... suriusly</content>
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    <title>"Just keep riding it 'til it breaks"</title>
    <published>2007-07-23T06:45:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-23T06:45:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got up today and knew it would be awful. I can just tell when the day's going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, I had to work 11-7 today, and had to get up at 10 am, I went to sleep at 4. SO little sleep doesn't help. I get into work and there are 4 people there not including me. We should have atleast 5, so we're short and it's aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taraine, my supervisor, tells me Jozette, my manager, wants me to clean the dishmachine, my work area, top to bottom because it's filthy. I said "Sure, I'll do it after lunch is over" and I had planned on it. I didn't get finished dishes completely until about 2:35, and then had to go on break at 3. Jozette came back a little bit before and told me I had to scrub all the bus carts. WHEN DO I HAVE TIME TO DO ALL THIS?! No one ever helps me there, and I hate it. Everyone's so fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend clean the dishmachine, I cleaned the inside of it 'cause we're supposed to. Then dinner shift. 2 people call out, so we're way short. Stephanie is there, but she doesn't assign herself anything. Just kind of "do whatever needs done", except she does nothing. So I go out and take a few orders until Taraine and Stephanie yell at me "Michael, go back in the kitchen and do what Jozzete told you". Fuck both of you, Stephanie wasn't helping anyone, and she was telling me to stop helping. Fucking ridiculous. The rest of the night sucked, but I still got out before 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Pat, Kyle, Eric, and Katie driving. That was the good part of the day. The only part pretty much. Got home, went back out with Alyse, Kyle, and Eric to get Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, put in a load of laundry. About 20 minutes later, I hear a loud splattering sound. The laundry tub is overflowing EVERYWHERE. Apperantly someone threw up or something in there, and it has clogged it up so bad, no matter how hard or how much I plunge it, nothing will work. This is what I want to do on my birthday. So I'm probably not even going to sleep anytime soon. Fuck. God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Katie.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>I could rant for miles</title>
    <published>2007-05-16T03:39:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-16T03:39:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Aqualung - the song on my myspace, Idfk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Things are so messed up currently.&lt;br /&gt;-Jay's moving in June and is now deciding because of that, he is going to do anything and everything he wanted to but I guess didn't because he had to live here.&lt;br /&gt;-Susie's mom is fucking crazy, and saying she might send her to military school. Ok? Fucking stupid parents. And poor Susie is just tore up about so many things, I'm just trying to be there to catch her when she falls.&lt;br /&gt;-Kyle's angry at the world and that's understandable, and again, I'm trying to be there for him too. But it's hard with Kyle. I mean, I guess I'm just worried about him because he's angry like this, and 'cause he literally hates everyone. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-Julia's scared that we're falling apart and I don't tell her things anymore. I hate this. It's like I can't do anything right by anyone, and really, that's all I want. &lt;br /&gt;--I don't know, there's a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things people say in this group of friends have a way of getting around the circle. For instance: I told Susie yesterday that I felt bad because Jay was saying how I "have no chin". Regardless of if this is true or not, why does he have to point it out on the bus in front of everyone? To make me feel bad, to make himself feel good? I don't know, I don't care. Anyway, next day, Kyle and I are running. Apperantly Susie said to Jay that he made me feel like shit. And I mean, she's just trying to help me because I felt bad and I do appreciate that. Jay then goes to Kyle and says something like "If he felt this way, why didn't he just tell me to stop.". Regardless of my response to this, my point stands as valid. I hate this. Things can't stay between 2 people. (And no Julia, I wasn't upset just because Jay said that about me, there were things just going on in my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need an "outside line". Someone who is not in my immediate group of friends, so I can get a non-biased opinion because they don't know they people/ don't care about them. I don't know, this might sound bad/ make people reading it angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, every weekend around this neighborhood, some sort of drama goes down between at least 2 people. And somehow, I always end up in the middle of it. I hate this, our group of friends can't co-exist peacefully, this isn't like a group of different religions and we all disagree. We're friends, and we constantly bicker. I want out, I don't want to know anymore. But then again, I do because then I'm left high and dry. This is confusing and infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have about 5 hours to myself a day. First off just because of school, but I'm in drivers ed now and every day I don't have that I work. But if I don't do drivers ed, that means no liscence, which in turn means no car. But if I don't work I get no money, which again leaves me with no car. When I get home from work or drivers ed, I don't want to do homework, I don't want to talk online really. I just want to sit around and relax, maybe run a little. But most of the time, I have to be up to date on the minute to minute state of conflict between friends. I hate this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, however, school is over in about 4 weeks. I am ecstatic, this summer is full of opportunity and fun for me:&lt;br /&gt;-Getting my provisionals&lt;br /&gt;-Going to the beach in July&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing the Decemberists and the BSO&lt;br /&gt;-I get to work more, which means more money, which means a car&lt;br /&gt;-My 16th birthday&lt;br /&gt;-Florida!&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping in ridiculous hours&lt;br /&gt;-Being shirtless pretty much 24 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;-More sleep&lt;br /&gt;-No school for 3 months.. or like 2. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-This school year will be over, I HATE this school year to the point where I dread every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am aware that this is very long and anyone who reads this will read 1/3 of it.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2007-03-15T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T21:08:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T21:08:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm at this weird point. I don't care about most of anything. Not school, that's for sure, but I really should. If I applied myself, I could do really well. But  I don't, and I'm alright with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is I'm over like, all girls, I don't know. It's a good thing though, it gives me time to concentrate on other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken a picture for like 2 weeks, my mind is diminishing, that's not good. And work is such bullshit, I hate so many people there, and my recent paycheck was $155, so if I want to make 200 + I have to work every fucking weekend of my life. But I need a car, so I'll do what I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people, everyone in my school I see, I pick out what I don't like about them and laugh about it, hahaha. And everyone says how mean I am. Maybe I like being mean. Maybe the world needs villains too, you sons-a-bitches.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:march_of_idiots:75949</id>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2007-03-04T15:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-04T20:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-04T20:47:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Decemberists - Shiny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tell me something, anonymously. A compliment, confession, or secret. Whatever you want.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:march_of_idiots:75691</id>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-08-18T15:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T20:05:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T20:05:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Decemeberists - The entire "5 songs" album</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So school is in 9 days, and that's the only reason I could think to update this. Yeah, not too thrilled. I haven't had a whole bunch of fun this summer, besides the week in Jersey, a few days in Ocean City, and hanging out with Kyle Susie and Julia. I've had to work so much it's draining, but atleast it won't be hard to get up for school. Who am I kidding. Atleast I get paid for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I'm totally dreading school, I mean, it's a new year, I pretty much know no one in my classes, so that will be surprising to see. And I get to make more choices this year, I guess being a sophmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jay, says I should try out for JV football. He says I'm so much better than the QB they have. I don't think I'm that good. Maybe if I worked out a little more, and got arm strength. But, ugh, it'd be too much pressure on me. Too much to remember, too much riding on me. I don't like when things depend on me that much. And plus work would get in the way too. I don't know, it could be fun. I might try out next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the rain. Not thunderstorms, (Although I miss those too) just pouring rain. I love to go out in it, it's so refreshing.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-05-06T00:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-06T04:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-06T04:11:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Andrew W.K - Ready To Die</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So apperantly, Lis Von Bank got this letter from some guy and she's trying to find out who it was. So in 2nd period, she asks everyone how to spell her name, 'cause it was spelled differently on the paper, so she asks every guy in the class, save me. Then Mr. B says, what about Mike? And I feel so important. It's like, "haha, thanks for completely forgetting I exist." And it's just the fact that no one considered me at all that pissed me off. It's like, "Oh yeah, Mike would never do that." So,  then in 6th period, she asks everyone to write her name in cursive, and again, pretty much everyone but me. I'm upset, I don't know why, it's stupid as shit I know, but I was still upset. But I was just all sad and thought a lot that day, and everyone, especially Susie kept asking what was wrong. I told her I'd tell her when I got off of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I meet up with her, she's like "So, are you going to tell me why you were upset?" And I kind of hesitate, 'cause, I don't really spill my guts all the time in person. But then I just tell her that I've been all lonely and sad, and it's stupid because that's sort of what I wanted. I say to her "I'm confused, like even if I wanted to go out with a girl, I would be like 'I don't want this', or maybe I've just been trying to convince myself that I feel this way because I'm an idiot." She's empathetic, you know "That's not stupid." "aww, sorry." But it's really starting to get on my nerves why I can't figure this out. Whether I don't actually want a relationship, or I am just trying to convince myself that I don't for some stupid reason. And I see all the couples around school, all my friends getting into relationships. And I'm thinking "If I was that guy..." I think differently, "No, I wouldn't do anything, I wouldn't want it." Freaking confusing. And it's not like I can test out this theory by getting into another relationship just to see.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-04-08T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-09T00:48:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-09T00:48:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bare Necessities - The Jungle Book :D</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm homesick for the ocean. Which isn't really homesick, but you get it. Alyse went to day 'til tomorrow, and I wish I could go. &lt;br /&gt;I work today through tuesday and that's like half of the break working. God damn Satvir hates me. Today on our assignment sheet she said "jewish juices" and we were all like "What??" it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my week is going to be work, sleep, and then going to the zoomonster with Julia on thursday or something :) :) :) I haven't been to the zoo since like 7th grade. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Alyse has gotten me hooked playing Pokemon Snap again, jesus, I thought we were done with that game, but it's funny because we're both like "HAHAHA! KICKED YOUR PICTURES ASS!!!!!" "Kicked your mom's ass..."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:march_of_idiots:74936</id>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-03-28T20:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-29T01:57:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-29T01:57:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Decemberists - The Bus Mall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is dumb, but it's ok, 'cause &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; can deal. Hahaha, I hope I don't work tomorrow, and that we don't go outside for gym.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:march_of_idiots:74633</id>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-03-18T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T04:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T04:32:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm hoping for a little disaster on a national to global scale. And then a whole bunch of good.</content>
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    <title>everyone/thing hates me and my existance today.</title>
    <published>2006-02-22T01:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-22T01:01:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, here's the summary of my shool situation. Math - assloads of work, but Katie is great and will let me copy her. Spanish - Jesus.. My teacher laughed when I asked her for my work, and was like "You should come in after school one day, it's a lot" So great, going to fail that, and be in Spanish II again. Biology - My teacher is awesome and is letting me take the exam with a copy of a notebook so I won't fail so bad, and is giving me until March 13th to turn in my stuff, plus Katie is going to let me see her stuff too. Government - Everyone that's in that class with me is like "You missed so much! Oh my god!!!" So I'm going to fail that and be out of honors, great. English - Project due next week that I'm not doing, for one: we have to present and I am under way too much stress anyway 2: I have no time. But my teacher is cool. I'm going to be knocked out of honors next year. God. damn. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow and thursday, I have to stay after on friday, and work the enitre freaking weekend! I am not going to get to play football, and I am not going to get to see Julia!!!!! entip shtrde tiuzheiwhe iwr uweh</content>
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    <title>Again in government class...</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T01:08:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T01:11:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today we were going over the Senate and House of Representatives, State and Local responsibilites. And we got to a question that asked something like: " My nephew wants a cosmetology license." She said " I have been laughing at this all day!" :OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Then everyone in my class but me, Emily, and Susie are laughing, because apperantly we're the only non-homophobic anally conservative republicans in the calssroom. Then she said " no, he needs to see a psychologist!" HARDY HAR HAR!!!! This kid Paul then said "No, he needs a rainbow license!!" or something like that, and everyone laughed but she stopped it after that. I was so pissed after class, my friend Susie, and she is really cool. We were both like "oh my god, I can't believe that she does that!" I was about to erupt, and she told me to chill out. I hate Ms. Evans, I hate my class. 4 more months of this bullshit. God damn morons.</content>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-01-29T02:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T07:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T08:11:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the saying "What won't kill me will only make me stronger", because it's not true. Nothing will make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate assholes that mess around with Alyses head, and heart. And don't have any decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate computer viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate rednecks, homophobes, anal conservatives, republicans, idiots, and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate "cool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stuttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my government class &amp; teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people make up their minds when they're young, because they'll change their minds, and it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the TV and computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being put "on the spot". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Wendy Ogbolu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people have no clue what they're talking about. And they think they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hating things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate "It'll get better, it has to." because it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I'm negative, I'm pretty sure no one cares either, and that no one but Noelle and my sister will read this. But, I am angry, and I wanted to, I don't care at all what you think. I want... nothing.</content>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-01-14T15:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T20:41:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-14T20:41:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so glad I don't obsess over people.</content>
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    <title>Well, I know you're all getting tired of this but, HATE HATE HATE.</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T00:50:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-10T00:50:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today overall sucked. My government teacher is a god damn bitch, straight out. But whatever. So I go to work today, and decide, "ok, it'll look up" (being the optimist I am) BUT! I am catching dishes AGAIN. 7 times in 9 days of work, I hate my supervisor so much, I hope she dies. A lot. But, again, whatever. Gotta do what you gotta do, right? Well it gets to the end and I have to take trash to the loading dock were there's a big dumpster, and mechanical winch to pull the trash can over top of the dumpster to empty the trash out. I push it, and it makes this awful sound. It's too full. So I think "...Shit." I take some of the stuff on the top out and toss it in the dumpster that wasn't all wet and stuff. But, it's still too heavy. So I have to go all the way down the hall to my kitchen to get gloves, go back up, then PICK OUT TRASH WITH MY HANDS, until it'slight enoguh to dump. You top this please.</content>
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    <title>march_of_idiots @ 2006-01-08T21:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T02:58:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T02:58:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't envy the rich, I pity them. Or, atleast all of the spoiled assholes. :)</content>
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