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  <updated>2003-06-26T20:28:19Z</updated>
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    <title>karlvoncosel @ 2003-06-26T16:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-26T20:28:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-26T20:28:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://www.deskslave.org/silly/deathday.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Deathday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Your name:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;karlvoncosel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You will die on:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Tuesday, January 10, 2012&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You will die of:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Alcohol Poisoning &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Username:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="username" value="ENTER USERNAME"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="What&amp;#39;s my Deathday?"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/"&gt;Created by &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" style="vertical-align:bottom;border:0;"&gt;Quill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>i VOW not to feel sorry.  i vow it</title>
    <published>2003-05-12T04:47:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-12T04:47:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ha.  i sincerely dont know where these results were pulled from.  i knew i shouldntve chosen marquis de sade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aingael/1051895675_ctureshate.jpg" border="0" alt="You Are Hate"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care little to nothing about people and things&lt;br&gt;around you.  You are consumed by feelings of&lt;br&gt;animosity and loathing towards everything or&lt;br&gt;one thing and it affects your view of all that&lt;br&gt;is around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aingael/quizzes/What%20Emotion%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Emotion Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>youre already dead youre already dead</title>
    <published>2003-05-02T09:51:28Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-02T09:51:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">does anyone know the metallica song dyers eve?  isnt it so good?  i been really into ...and justice for all lately.  its so..... cold and.. bleak you know?  its just so horrible and sad and good.  it makes me think of antartica at night in the future  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karlvoncosel:5314</id>
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    <title>karlvoncosel @ 2003-04-30T21:15:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-01T01:15:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-01T01:15:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Seventh Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.html"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>karlvoncosel @ 2003-04-07T00:20:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-07T04:23:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-07T04:39:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i fell asleep last night between bryce and mike campbell and i woke up between bryce and alex.  i think that in the middle of the night bryce mustve started another punk rock revolution or something... and removed mike from his spot on the bed.... and imposed alex decarli.  someone should put him on the front page of newsday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle and me downloaded an orchid video from 2000 and watched it simultaneously and sang along through AIM.  i dont know.  i make a funny reversal of man joke.  look for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: theyre just like tuning up now&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: yup&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: those guys&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahahhaOHBOY&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: here we go!!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: REGROUP AND STRATEGIZE!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: uh oh!!!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: her it comesss&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: im so sweaty!  &lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: im totally piling on everyone&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: are you clappin&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: clap ckap&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahah am i ever@!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: clap clap&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: clap clap&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: wave?&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: its too quiet   every word means something different and then it (comes in?) like a hit to the face! &lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: well recover&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: like a brick to the face&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: brick&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: thats it&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: haha&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: fuckk&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: BRICK TO THE FACE&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: i cant believe i messed that up&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: yo that was intense&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: its ok&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: thank god i didnt grab the mic on that one&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: yo he woulda given you a dirty look&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: hes got your picture&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: the DIRTIEST&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: well this is before the im with nietzche debacle&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: i am reborn&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: red red red red&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: OH RED RED RED RED RED REDREDREDRED&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: oh man&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: its totally not even halfway done&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: YO I M SO HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahaha me too!!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: no joke though!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: like im smiling SO much&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: ADjas/djaslkj&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: !!!!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: uh oh&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: AND YOU ARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: AND YOU ARE!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: i totally just put on headphones so i could hear it better&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: applause&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: yeah totes&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: what do you thinks next??&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: i cant even imagine&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: epilogue to a crcrash?&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: destination blood?&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: oh man that would be too good&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: boy withno arms?&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: new ideas in mathematics?&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: new ideas&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: ah this one&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: not a bad choice&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: ya know&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: her it fuckin comes&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: D&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: you take it away&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: this isnt for you&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: oh man and theres 6 min left  like they could play ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: yo theyve got like 3 in em&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: even 4&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: thats what im saying&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: new ideas&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: sdlkfjdkflj&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: destination blood!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: YO&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: im so so happy&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: OH ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: hehere comes the hook!&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: yo here it is&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hollllllyshittt&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: that was such a good VR moment&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: well played will&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: cmon epilogue&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: imcrossing my fingers&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: we got room for 2&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: that cam eoutta left field&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahah oh man&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: oh man&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: goog god dole it out&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: cause i been so bad SO BAD&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: this is the one about school&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: the kid in the sideburns knows whats up&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: yo&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: he keeps pushin into me&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: get that kid&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: the kid with the sideburns&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: get him&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: last one&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: epilogue to a carcrash&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: hes on the bass drum&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: yo he is a god&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: oof&lt;br /&gt;surgeon for hire: !!!!</content>
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    <title>MiS TeRxBeL DiNg (0/1)</title>
    <published>2003-04-03T02:41:48Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-03T02:41:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i went to friendlys tonight to get brownie sundaes for my mom &amp; me  as i walked in this girl whose face i remember from grade school (i actually remember really clearly watchin her scoop the leftover marinara sauce from her spaghetti lunch into her mouth at lunch in second grade and bein.... repulsed by it) was like hey!  misterbelding!  and im like... i mean i remember this girl from grade school... but... is she just... callin me mr belding?  what the fuck.    "remember me?" she goes  and im like yeah... from grade school?   she says has my screen name in like.. its own list on her buddy list.  like... title: misterxbelding (1/1) cause apparently i talked to her friend at witch's brew... and she watched  i guess?   there was alotta gigglin.  and when they walked out they started talkin really loud about how hot i was.  its weird.. that this happens... and it happens kinda frequently..  and i mean these girls were my age.. but that this kindve thing happens.. and at the same time i never really make out with anyone.  i think that whatever allure i have... becomes null upon.. knowing me.  i think that whatever attraction people have to me.. is based alot on... what they don't know.  and as they learn more and more.... that attraction kinda chips away at itself.  i mean.  it doesnt take more than... a month or so.. before cute remarks and bullshit sarcasm stop bein cute and just become.... bullshit?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>my name is james bond.    james    bond...</title>
    <published>2003-04-02T07:33:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-02T07:33:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was thinking the other day about how my dads been doing really well lately.  then he didnt call for a few days and i thought.. oh well i guess he fell off the wagon.      turns out he fell off the roof.  i mean.. hes fine.  but he fell off his roof.  im speechless.  he fell off our garage roof when i was younger.. and a few months ago he fell from his second floor to his first floor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i start work at the coffee nut cafe on thursday.  come by and get a cup and we can go for a walk along the shore when i get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BwackAndBwoo: its too much work&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: its like... no work&lt;br /&gt;MiS TeRxBeL DiNg: youve done no work</content>
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    <title>im not buying you water its a waste of fucking money</title>
    <published>2003-03-15T04:14:18Z</published>
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    <title>gail was drunk ... when her false eyelash fell into her soup she told the waiter it was a centipede</title>
    <published>2003-02-26T05:21:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">fought with katie until 5 in the morning last night.  i woke up feeling satisfied made an egg sandwich and went to school.  somehow ended up there forty five minutes early.  i do that from time to time but i really dont know how i fucked up by forty five minutes maybe a half hour or an hour but forty five doesnt make sense.  i dont know.  i sat in a booth by the sociology department and this girl sat down across from me and she had one of those voices and she was apparently a nurse i didnt notice her scrubs until she started talking about nursing.  the lack of compassion in her voice made me assume they were pajama pants i guess.  and she was real grossed out bad cause this woman threw up blood on her today.  not grossed out so much as pissed.  when i got up to leave for class she stopped mid conversation got off the phone and said to me oh sorry honey ill get off the phone and i stuttered and said its ok im just going to class.  i melt at the smallest nice gesture no matter who its coming from.   we watched a film about twenty somethings looking for love in egypt.  in statistics the guy next to me refused to let me borrow his calculator for the quiz even though he was done and i thought maybe watching me painfully inefficiently figuring out the averages by hand might make him feel bad and give me the calculator but it didnt  he said he didnt wanna get in trouble   the girl in front of me turned around smiled said do you need a calculator i said well.... yeah. yeah i do and she smiled and gave it to me and we kindve exchanged glances as to say whats his problem not giving you the calculator..you and i are both laid back about school policy you and i are on the same page.  and then i got even more frustrated cause i had the calculator but still didnt know shit about statistics.  i was no better off than before but now i had no one to blame but myself.  and i started to feel guilty for having her calculator and not knowing what to do with it.   the teacher came back into the room and suddenly i was really nervous that he was gonna see me using the girls calculator and i was gonna get her in trouble.  that fuck next to me had gotten me paranoid.  the first chance i got that i felt like hed be turned around for more than five seconds i tapped her on the shoulder to hand her the calculator back she casually turned around and so did the teacher and i did one of those where i just looked up at the teacher and pretended like i hadnt tapped her and she was still turned around and shes just like why arent you handing me the calculator and im like i dont wanna get you in trouble.  i whispered it.  and she just gave me this look like..youre just the same as the guy next to you.  so me and this girl were not on the same page like we had originally thought we were.  i didnt see what he was doing but i bet my neighbor was freaking out watching the exchange worrying for the both of us.  &lt;br /&gt;after class i met jenn for dinner we ate at her food court and i had a really satisfying burrito with roasted potatos and cookies and milk afterwards.  me and kat the big annoying girl from hoftsra talked about how active nypirg was at nassau really it was her saying do you know nypirg and me shimmying out of the way to order my burrito i feel like nypirg is everywhere.   it was nice talking to her.   jenn not kat.  satisfying.  after dinner i dragged her to watch the trials of henry kissinger film  its good.   #</content>
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    <title>more northern ontario: a party, winnie the pooh, a goose.  day 32</title>
    <published>2002-12-16T15:58:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i woke up around 6 this morning in the surgical waiting room my sleeve soaked in drool.  i stared at the clock for a minute, wandered around the hallways until the employee cafe opened (i volunteered there for a month 2 summers ago and still enjoy employee privileges) and drove to school.  so far both of my classes have been empty.  ive got a sinking feeling that im off by like an hour..  ive been staring at the clock for a good few minutes though and i cant find a flaw in my timing.&lt;br /&gt;the same questions been written on the dry erase board in the computer lab since i started working here.  'what three things  would you change about your life?'  it seems like kind of an introspective question for the computer ed. kids to practice typing on. "'what is the most painful memory you recall from your childhood?' now... allign the page to the right.... comic sans font."   ha. i dont know  &lt;br /&gt;when i was a bunch younger i was in a gang called the bad asses.  to get in you had to crawl under my friend mike pernas deck.  and then you had to fight him.  his dad had made him ninja weapons out of spare wood.  he would use the boa(sp?) staff... which was like a broom stick only thicker and harder.. we got to choose between nunchucks or the 'hitting sticks,' two little wood pegs maybe 4 inches long.  im not sure the hitting sticks are an authentic martial arts weapon and i dont know if real nunchucks.. work.. but his didnt. so you pretty much had to choose the hitting sticks.  each time the fight would go something like perna would fucking wail on you with this long wooden stick while you tried to maybe... hit him in a knuckle with a hitting stick.&lt;br /&gt;the only official thing we did as the bad asses was walk a few times around my block holding a big flat cut out of a car that was used as a prop in a cub scouts skit on one side of us so it looked like we were driving.  and when we passed by gonzalo commacho's (the only poor kid that went to polk steet school besides roger sorto) house he yelled from his top floor window "aaay waynes WORLD!"  and the rest of the lap around the block we made fun of him for not owning his own house.</content>
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