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  <title>Stuart</title>
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    <name>Stuart</name>
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  <updated>2003-06-05T18:05:41Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:children:19429</id>
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    <title>hah..</title>
    <published>2003-06-05T18:05:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-05T18:05:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"october" - evanescence.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">apparently, appologies aren't enough for people these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, even though you don't read these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for increased showings of sincerity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus fuckin' christian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta go to work and deal with whiney children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece,&lt;br /&gt;ruckus jones.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:children:19120</id>
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    <title>"guilty"</title>
    <published>2003-05-25T22:59:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-25T22:59:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"me" - staind.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the ceiling's crumbling slowly,&lt;br /&gt;the masks inside my head are dirty.&lt;br /&gt;so i coat it all on my account&lt;br /&gt;and just go drive far away.&lt;br /&gt;but what i wouldn't give for loss.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i will soon be dead.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, now i hear the tires speak&lt;br /&gt;but i don't hear just what is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;you cheat and steal&lt;br /&gt;oh, why god? answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're fucked up!!&lt;br /&gt;and i will be!!&lt;br /&gt;it's simple.&lt;br /&gt;you're filthy.&lt;br /&gt;a killer!!&lt;br /&gt;no question!!&lt;br /&gt;the verdict?&lt;br /&gt;you're guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my walls are closing in, so tempting&lt;br /&gt;are the choices laid before me.&lt;br /&gt;how about i take it all away?&lt;br /&gt;and i'll drown the screaming in my head.&lt;br /&gt;hell, what i wouldn't give for pain.&lt;br /&gt;i know that it can't hurt this bad.&lt;br /&gt;here i swerve and miss the curb&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm guilty and just as sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;i cheat, i steal&lt;br /&gt;oh, why god? answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fucked up!!&lt;br /&gt;and i will be!!&lt;br /&gt;it's simple.&lt;br /&gt;i'm filthy.&lt;br /&gt;a killer!!&lt;br /&gt;no question!!&lt;br /&gt;the verdict?&lt;br /&gt;i'm guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the fuck am i suppose to keep on going?&lt;br /&gt;my head's exploding.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need this, i can't feel this, you are guilty&lt;br /&gt;and i have witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're fucked up!!&lt;br /&gt;and we will be!!&lt;br /&gt;it's simple.&lt;br /&gt;we're filthy.&lt;br /&gt;we're killers!!&lt;br /&gt;no question!!&lt;br /&gt;the verdict?&lt;br /&gt;we're guilty.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:children:18742</id>
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    <title>in response.</title>
    <published>2003-05-20T18:52:21Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-20T18:52:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"ugly" - cold.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">if i didn't have a penis, i wouldn't have to listen to the obsessive ramblings of a pregnant woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't have a penis, i wouldn't have to be the one to strike up conversation with the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't have a penis, i would be free of the extreme pains involving testicular injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't have a penis, i wouldn't have to stand up to take a pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't have a penis, i'd be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, wouldn't that suck. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THAT, AUSSIE SLAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wuv yew, dough. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a good day for a few simple reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) new staind cd. *marks out* fuck you all who hate because you're just plain silly.&lt;br /&gt;b.) new deftones cd. *marks out* &lt;br /&gt;c.) godsmack, COLD, breakin benjamin show. mm.. cold.&lt;br /&gt;d.) i have the day off. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the moment: "but, i being poor have only my dreams. i have spread my dreams under your feet. tread softly because you tread on my dreams." - equilibrium.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:children:18543</id>
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    <title>ha ha!! kneel before me for i am your coning god. ;p</title>
    <published>2003-05-19T08:26:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-19T08:26:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"mine" by taproot.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">32 road cones were used in the chaotic mischief carried out by me and my accomplices tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 on our friend heather's car while she was doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;-1 bowling ball placed in the front seat on my friend phil's car.&lt;br /&gt;-1 on my friend delaney's car.&lt;br /&gt;-2 at my friend roger's house.. one on his mailbox and one on his truck later.&lt;br /&gt;-3 at my friend jordan's house.. one earlier in the night and than two later in the night when he had already gone outside and removed the other one. ;p&lt;br /&gt;-1 on my friend dean's ex-girlfriend's car.&lt;br /&gt;-1 on my accomplice's friend's van.&lt;br /&gt;-1 on my friend dan's minivan.&lt;br /&gt;-1 on my accomplice's cousin's blazer.&lt;br /&gt;-2 at my friend garrett's house.. one on his shadow and one on his camero. ;p&lt;br /&gt;-4 at our friend phil/heather's apartment later in the night.. one on heather's car, one next to her door, on on her sidewalk, and one on her porch.&lt;br /&gt;-1 on my friend joe's busted ass taurus.&lt;br /&gt;-1 in a treehouse i saw on the road.&lt;br /&gt;-7 on our friend arty's truck.&lt;br /&gt;-1 on a parked minivan.. that was a driveby conin'.&lt;br /&gt;-2 on picnic tables at copycat's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;-2 on some random person's car on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece. ;p</content>
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    <title>music, music, music.</title>
    <published>2003-05-18T18:21:48Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-18T18:21:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"bleed" by cold.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be sad and depressing, happy and moody, evil and sinister, or completely off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight rock n roll, metal, nu-metal, real punk, pop punk, hip-hop, emo, soul, it doesn't matter.. it's all so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i thought with this update i would just preach the supreme asskickinness of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like anyone reads my lj's so, i really don't give a shit. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on this cold trip right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see.. cold is one of my favorite bands in the whole world that is underrated as fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their new cd, "year of the spider", just came out.. so naturally.. i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for the cd since i was a senior in high school.. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i bought it.. and it's different from 13 ways to bleed onstage, but it's still the same in that aspect.. i dunno.. it's just great. "the day seattle died", "rain song", "wasted years", "remedy", and "kill the music industry" are the shit. "gone away" is the hidden song and originally, i couldn't find gone away on the cd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "whatthefuck? why isn't it on here?" then i discovered that it was hidden.. so, i was happy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, nobody knows this, so i shall explain.. my 13 ways to bleed onstage.. i gave it to my ex-girlfriend samantha awhile ago.. i asked her if i could borrow it so i could put it on my computer. she said she didn't know where it was.. so, yesterday against my better judgement, i bought it again. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i did.. i love comparing and contrasting old/new cds. it's soooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe it's just fun to me since i'm a loser and have nothing else to do. word.. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have received a phone number from somebody i haven't talked to in awhile.. so, i will call this person today and perhaps formulate something that could possibly bring happiness in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wasted years" by cold.. pretty. just telling you all, again. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just out of curiosity, lets play a game.. it's called, "how many people can comment on zork's journal entry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'd just like to see if there is actually people reading this. that would just amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of all my former friends and current friends on lj, i think i've had the longest lasting name besides kev's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i am king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muwahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for shit's sake, i'm going to start leaving a quote of the moment like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qotm: there's a game life plays, makes you think you're everything they ever said you were. like to take some time, clear away everything i planned. was it life i betrayed for the shape that i'm in? it's not hard to fail. it's not easy to win. did i drink too much? could i disappear? and there's nothing left, but wasted years.</content>
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    <title>layers.. ?</title>
    <published>2003-05-15T17:55:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-15T17:55:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"to live is to die" - metallica.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">as shamelessly stolen from flood aka christina aka my aussie sex lass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;x. Name: zachary stuart hutchinson, stewie, epik c. devious, zork, anything that is derived from the name 'stewie'.&lt;br /&gt;x. Birth date: june 21st, 1983. almost 20, almost 20, almost 20..&lt;br /&gt;x. Birthplace: new hartford, ny.&lt;br /&gt;x. Current Location: rome, ny.&lt;br /&gt;x. Eye Color: bright blue.&lt;br /&gt;x. Hair Color: actually.. for once.. it's natural color! i chopped all my hair off.. yeees.. militant looking stewie.&lt;br /&gt;x. Height: 5'9"&lt;br /&gt;x. Weight: 150 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;x. Righty or Lefty: right.. except when i'm switch hitting.. the right arm gets tired sometimes and the left tends to get jealous. errr..&lt;br /&gt;x. Zodiac Sign: born on the cusp so.. gemini/cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;x. Your heritage: british/scotish/welsch/irish/german. mostly british/scotish and german. i should look into it.&lt;br /&gt;x. The shoes you wore today: my black vans.. they kick your teeth in.&lt;br /&gt;x. Your weakness: kindness, insecure, low self-esteem.. but the last two only in depressing times.&lt;br /&gt;x. Your fears: needles.. like, shot needles.&lt;br /&gt;x. Your perfect pizza: a large pepperoni for $5.40. in other words.. little caesars.&lt;br /&gt;x. Goal you'd like to achieve: to do something with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;x. Your most overused phrase on AIM: "word."&lt;br /&gt;x. Your thoughts first waking up: "why am i awake, again?"&lt;br /&gt;x. Your best physical feature: eyes.. i guess.. but people like the haircut, now.&lt;br /&gt;x. Your bedtime: when either i pass out from intoxication or when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;x. Your most missed memory: big larry or kiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;x. Smoke: when alcohol is present or i feel like having some cancer causing carcinogins.. i don't know if i spelled that right, nor do i care.. sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;x. Cuss: oh, fuck yes! shit.&lt;br /&gt;x. Sing: all the time.. even if my voice and throat are coated with soda and i sound like shit, don't care. still do.&lt;br /&gt;x. Take a shower everyday: when my hair was long, yep.. but i still do, now.&lt;br /&gt;x. Have a crush: yarr.&lt;br /&gt;x. Do you think you've been in love: a bunch of different kinds. you see.. it's my general opinion that there are multiple types of "love." there's love like when you're five and kiss that girl in kintergarden. there's love like when you hold hands with someone in junior high. there's love like when you get older and start driving to dates and proms. then there's love when you finally give up and get hitched. there's more than those four, but.. yeah. yes, in other words, i have been. &lt;br /&gt;x. Want to go to college: i'm in college. it sucks. oh well. "i will never be anything 'til i break away from me."&lt;br /&gt;x. Like(d) high school: back then, no.. now? i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;x. Want to get married: yes.&lt;br /&gt;x. Believe in yourself: one would hope so.&lt;br /&gt;x. Get motion sickness: drink way too much beer and start spinning in circles!&lt;br /&gt;x. Think you're attractive: people tell me i am.. don't see how. whatever. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;x. Think you're a health freak: .. hold on a second. ahahahahahahahahaha!! .. okay. no. :-)&lt;br /&gt;x. Get along with your parent(s): to a point.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;x. Like thunderstorms: love them.&lt;br /&gt;x. Play an instrument: saxaphone though i've not touched it in sometime. piano/keyboard, but i need to reteach myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;x. Drank alcohol: oh, all the time. beer for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;x. Smoked: yupp.. &lt;br /&gt;x. Done a drug: .. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;x. Had Sex: capital v.&lt;br /&gt;x. Made Out: newp.&lt;br /&gt;x. Gone on a date: newp.&lt;br /&gt;x. Gone to the mall?: all i have to say is 'mallrats'. "i love the smell of commerce in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;x. Eaten an entire box of Oreos: nah.. none of that. chipsahoy on the other hand..&lt;br /&gt;x. Eaten sushi: no raw fish, please. blegh.&lt;br /&gt;x. Been on stage: no.&lt;br /&gt;x. Been dumped: have to be dated first.&lt;br /&gt;x. Gone skating: not in the past month, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;x. Played a game that required removal of clothing: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;x. If so, was it mixed company: yup.&lt;br /&gt;x. Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: that's an every week thing.&lt;br /&gt;x. Been caught "doing something": nah.. i'm not cool or rebellious enough for that. *blinks* ha.&lt;br /&gt;x. Been called a tease: newp.&lt;br /&gt;x. Gotten beaten up: ha! i wish.. i need to get in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;x. Shoplifted: used to everyday the summer before seventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;x. Changed who you were to fit in: christina said it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;x. Age you hope to be married: before i die.&lt;br /&gt;x. Numbers and Names of Children: two. one boy, one girl. dana for a boy, sara for a girl.. just two name ideas.&lt;br /&gt;x. Describe your Dream Wedding: happy?&lt;br /&gt;x. How do you want to die: not too old, not too young. i think if i start shaking when i drive, i need to die.&lt;br /&gt;x. Where you want to go to college: anyplace besides mvcc.&lt;br /&gt;x. What do you want to be when you grow up: rawkstarr.&lt;br /&gt;In a girl:&lt;br /&gt;x. Best eye color?: i like blue eyes.. yum. &lt;br /&gt;x. Best hair color? black or brown.&lt;br /&gt;x. Short or long hair: LONG HAIR. don't know why.. it drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;x. Height: small or my height.. not much taller, please.&lt;br /&gt;x. Best weight: not to the point where they crush you in bed, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;x. Best thing to wear: whatever suits them.&lt;br /&gt;x. Best first date location: talking.&lt;br /&gt;x. Best first kiss location: well, that's a retarded question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;# of drugs taken illegally: three, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;# of people I could trust with my life: some.&lt;br /&gt;# of CDs that I own: too many to count.. and many of them were stolen in the past year. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;# of piercings: none.&lt;br /&gt;# of tattoos: none, but i want the cold spider on both elbows and this nifty sun i'm having designed on the back of my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;# of scars on my body: couple.&lt;br /&gt;# of things in my past that I regret: ask me later.</content>
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    <title>wun, too, fore, siix, nein, agggh!!</title>
    <published>2003-05-12T06:06:06Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-12T06:06:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"the element of one" - killswitch engage.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i wish i were as cool as other people and had eight billion comments on my posts just because i live in a hip nation not of or pertaining to the united states of america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i be your fwend? :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killswitch engage *fist of metal appreciation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found my chimaira cd.. i'm so happy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also cooler than you. HARR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece, &lt;br /&gt;epik c-monkey-do devious.</content>
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    <title>the white star (so far, anyway)</title>
    <published>2003-05-10T01:15:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-10T01:15:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">admist skies sparkling and stars spectacular&lt;br /&gt;it shines like Zion with a clear bright hue.&lt;br /&gt;and with dancing lights, comets, and galactica,&lt;br /&gt;my late night light show begins right on cue.&lt;br /&gt;eyes delight as the masses dwindle..&lt;br /&gt;cosmic swirls and meteors mingle.&lt;br /&gt;the milky way and constilation's fair&lt;br /&gt;as I get caught in the dipper's stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada.</content>
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    <title>a little birdie said to..</title>
    <published>2003-05-10T00:56:47Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-10T00:56:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"serenity" - godsmack.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">somebody on livejournal told me to post more here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new godsmack gets a big two thumbs up.. "serenity" is relaxing and "faceless" is just ruckus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also discovered that killswitch engage is the absolute shit. you know how you have those bands that sing about ninty percent of the time and scream the other ten? killswitch reverses that formula. it's so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music that i am infatuated with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a static lullaby&lt;br /&gt;-godsmack&lt;br /&gt;-old school metallica (mtv icon's fault, really)&lt;br /&gt;-killswitch engage&lt;br /&gt;-onesidezero&lt;br /&gt;-coheed and cambria&lt;br /&gt;-nothingface&lt;br /&gt;-blackstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: i fucking HATE when i download music and there are all these stupid quirps, quips, and whistles in it.. DIE STUPID SOUNDS OF OBNOXIOUS BEHAVIORS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also tired of dropping sause from my pasta on me.. whatthefuckmaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snickers crunchers kick you in the face and call you willy. booyah, slat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) change is good.. change is needed.&lt;br /&gt;1a.) people need to learn to let others do as they need and feel. let them change because if you don't, you slow the process of something very very important called growing up. some of us desperately need to do this.. SO LET ME CUT MY FUCKIN' HAIR, STUPID PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;2.) i do not like being your crutch. i am not religion, i am not false government, and i am definently not a medical instrument for those with wounded footsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in closing.. i am going to go buy a molson minikeg and get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the weekend, school is almost over.. YEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, have a nice day and stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~piece,&lt;br /&gt;epik cecil devious.</content>
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    <title>Don't you hate finding dried whatchamacalls in your goatee?</title>
    <published>2003-04-05T18:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-05T18:55:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Maybe Memories" - The Used.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">.. damn being drunk and not knowing how this shit gets in my goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at.. 4:00, I think? First time I woke up was 8:30.. and I had a headache like a bitch. Liquor does that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, though.. advil helps all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I woke up at 1:00 and I feel all chipper and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to take this shower, go pick up Samantha, go to the mall, buy three tickets to The Used in Syracuse, rejoice in the fact that I will see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.) Linkin Park, Mudvayne, blindside, and Xzibit on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;B.) The Used and Coheed Cambria a week and one day later on the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally Kevin can stop bitching at me to go and hear Coheed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most don't know (well, what nobody knows 'cause no one talks to me. :-() is that whenever I try and download some of their songs, my computer poos out on me. Don't ask me why, I'm just the Music Pirate. I don't understand the relevance of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consiquences include missing the night class for World Literature II that I have once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried, though, seeing as I got my research paper back. On the last page it says, "Rewrite for an A." That may look threatening to some, but she just wants me to shorten some quotes and not italisize some of them. Just stupid things to fix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. the summer concert fix begins in the spring. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it doesn't much look like spring in good ol' Rome, NY. We had our fifty degree weather for a week, then it hit 73, now it's back in the mid-thirties with sleet, rain, and occasional snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fUx0Rz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. everyone can be miserable like me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Linkin Park will be the shit.. because I have heard the new album and it is good.. and I've seen their live show before.. and now I saw their live show on M2. Quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the day I go to Projekt Revolution is the first tour day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, next to last, and last tour dates are always the best. Hope I get to see some good shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let me stop boring all my non-readers and go take this shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA REVOLUTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the moment: "I'm about to see a million things I thought I'd never see before and I.. I'm about to do all the things I dreamed of and I don't even miss you at all." - Bulimic by The Used.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:children:16735</id>
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    <title>Get up, get going!!</title>
    <published>2003-04-01T01:18:06Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-01T01:18:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Hover" by TRUSTcompany.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Zachary Stuart Hutchinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted on this thing in over a year, but here I am once more.. fresh and new..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think positive, move forward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo.. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading over my past entries, I was quite an angry youth back then.. but EYE WUV EVEERYUNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reinventing phase has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece n puzzles.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:children:16540</id>
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    <title>my ominous return.. and my response.. to somebody.. ha.</title>
    <published>2002-08-10T23:21:48Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-10T23:21:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mad at gravity - say it</lj:music>
    <content type="html">first off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've gotten over it, why don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: mad at gravity&lt;br /&gt;song: say it&lt;br /&gt;lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for all the times that i apologized with humbled head and weeping sighs, i find the times i tried to hold the lie with sweaty palms and knuckles white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to say it. &lt;br /&gt;say it.&lt;br /&gt;i need you to say it..&lt;br /&gt;the look on your face will betray it.&lt;br /&gt;say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the times i knew the stakes were high, but shuffled feet and folded hands. i find the times i tried to fight the tides. on slipping stone and shifting sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you to say it.&lt;br /&gt;say it.&lt;br /&gt;i need you to say it.&lt;br /&gt;the look on your face will betray it.&lt;br /&gt;say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this inconsistency goes away when i can hear what you have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you to say it.&lt;br /&gt;say it.&lt;br /&gt;i need you to say it..&lt;br /&gt;the look on your face will betray it.&lt;br /&gt;say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the times that i apologized with humbled head and weeping sighs. i find the times i tried to hold the lie with sweaty palms and knuckles white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, fuck you.. your immaturity is as almost as bloated as your ego. maybe.. hopefully.. you can choke on them both, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being civil.. and i'm tired of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. on that sour note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UP, LIVEJOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made my prominant return.. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that anyone reads this, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to clearnace's house warming party tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.</content>
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    <title>noticed.</title>
    <published>2002-03-07T19:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2002-03-07T19:04:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Seein' Red" by Unwritten Law</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm sitting down outside of my Psychology class once it ends, getting my notes together in my folder, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. the girl of my absolute dreams walks out of the same class, smiles, and simply says, "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return the greeting, but Zack.. why do you sit on the floor? Jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get up and she goes to walk with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT GET JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be happy.. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall persue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Zack luck. :)</content>
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    <title>It's so true.</title>
    <published>2002-01-17T03:24:18Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-17T03:24:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Jay Rap" by Jason Mewes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table&gt;&amp;lt;td&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chemicalsmile.com/vintagequeen/ksmale/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chemicalsmile.com/vintagequeen/ksmale/jay.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width="400"&amp;gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Noise, noise, noise, smokin' weed, smokin' weed, doin' coke, drinkin' beers!  What's up baby?  Sup sluts?  You're Jay, and you're all about pussy!  You hate guys, you love women!  But deep behind your mask of stupidity, some would say you possess knowledge beyond your years.  Well, maybe not.  Who fuckin' farted?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chemicalsmile.com/vintagequeen/ksmale/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take The "Which Kevin Smith Male Are You?" Quiz!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.. I am the White Snoop Dogg of Battleboards, Kevin. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokin' weed, smokin' weed, doin' coke, drinkin' beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=Proceeds to sing his little diddy down the hallway=-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Whut?</title>
    <published>2002-01-17T03:11:40Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-17T03:11:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Gone" by the Bouncing Souls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm alive just so you know. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two jobs, college, and friends. Not so much the latter since most of them are.. well.. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go smoke me some marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now.</content>
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    <title>Geek Test</title>
    <published>2001-10-24T04:31:15Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-24T04:31:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I AM 45% GEEK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/geek/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/geek/images/geek-prom.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably work in computers, or a history&lt;br /&gt;deptartment at a college.  I never really&lt;br /&gt;fit in with the "normal" crowd. But I have&lt;br /&gt;friends, and this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/geek/"&gt;Take the GEEK Test at Fuali.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.. I suck at all of these, damn.</content>
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    <title>Goth Test</title>
    <published>2001-10-24T04:27:29Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-24T04:27:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Family" by Nas and Mobb Deep.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I AM 40% GOTH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/goth/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/goth/images/slave.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth ny night, normal by day.  Deep in my&lt;br /&gt;heart I know I am evil, but not on the&lt;br /&gt;company's time. I do need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/goth/"&gt;Take the GOTH Test at Fuali.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth.. yeah.. alright.</content>
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    <title>Yes!!</title>
    <published>2001-10-22T18:09:22Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-22T18:09:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Ghetto" by P.O.D.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I AM 21% PUNK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/punk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/punk/images/greenday.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may know what punk is, but... Okay&lt;br /&gt;maybe some people think I am punk, but is&lt;br /&gt;that enough? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/Online_Tests/punk/"&gt;Take the PUNK/POSER Test at Fuali.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That test was retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate music genres anyways, LOL.</content>
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    <title>i like vodka</title>
    <published>2001-10-18T03:49:17Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-18T03:49:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Fade" by Staind.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first shot, it burns your throat and lungs, but then it's fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It clears everything up, w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not drunk, just one shot for the sake of having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 9:00 so I have to wake up at 8:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do my English Report yet. It was due.. like.. tuesday. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with Susan today. I haven't talked with her in forever. I don't know how I feel towards anybody anymore. I just want someone to hold and cling to. Someone to say, "everything will be okay, Zack." Not in a loving parent way. In a lovers way. Does anyone understand what the hell I'm saying? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I figure out how to fix my hideous chipped tooth, clean my teeth, and find a horriffic bill because we don't have dental insurrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want? First one to tell me gets a pat on the back and maybe some feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could explain this to somebody, anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;"I've had so many chances. Turned my back and I ran away." -- New Found Glory</content>
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    <title>guwagh</title>
    <published>2001-10-12T00:05:56Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-12T00:05:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"The Brilliant Dance" by Dashboard Confessional</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I learned how to do a full front flip and land on my feet yesterday. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to the Family Values on October 28th. Whoooo! STP (rock on), STAIND (FUCKIN' YEAH), Linkin Park (yea), Static-X (RAWK AHWN), and Deadsy (haven't heard them..) Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKWF show tomorrow. Whoo.. hopefully no one is bitchy tomorrow. I mean, I'm over the whole Joe thing, but still. Anyone argues, I break my fist off in their head. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go now.. I just stabbed myself in the head with a spike on my bracelet.. damn. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;"Through our bleeding, we are one." -- AFI</content>
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    <title>(Turn To Nothing) Dust Is Life</title>
    <published>2001-10-09T17:27:02Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-09T17:27:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Turn to nothing, dust is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismal eyes through tangles vines,&lt;br /&gt;watch you fall away.&lt;br /&gt;Climb the heights to shining skies,&lt;br /&gt;'til the ending day.&lt;br /&gt;Melt the darkness; ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;while the morning lies.&lt;br /&gt;Break from madness with distain&lt;br /&gt;with my living guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to nothing, dust is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite your tongue and taste the blood&lt;br /&gt;drink the crimson sun.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the sin, have lasting love&lt;br /&gt;'til the day is done.&lt;br /&gt;Fight the black with hardened flesh&lt;br /&gt;as you're killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Consume your enemy, cease your quest,&lt;br /&gt;taint my screeching plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to nothing, dust is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious, trust my words&lt;br /&gt;with your lasting breath.&lt;br /&gt;Flight angelic, soar like birds&lt;br /&gt;'til we come to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it righteous, peacefully,&lt;br /&gt;just take what you need.&lt;br /&gt;Life's sustained so easily&lt;br /&gt;plant the dove-like seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to nothing, dust is life.</content>
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    <title>It's done.</title>
    <published>2001-10-09T17:24:07Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-09T17:24:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"A Flat" by Staind.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I scheduled my road test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRL friends can shut up now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=Hugs his CD player=- Staind.. ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;"Poof -- Vamoose. Son of a bitch!"-*HO*va (How ya' like that, Kev? =P)</content>
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    <title>Last night sucked..</title>
    <published>2001-10-07T18:53:33Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-07T18:53:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Clove Smoke Catharsis"-AFI.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Besides the whole mall thing which was.. you know.. good.. last night was pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott called at about 10:47.. "Lets go smoked up.. you, me, and Lauren."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was already kind of tweeked a tiny bit, but I go wait outside.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. for a fuckin' hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back inside, waiting for Scott, and I get a phone call from Scott:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lauren just wants to go back to her house and have a 'couples night'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. whatever.. peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really pisses me off.. I mean, jesus christ. Don't call me and tell me you're going to pick me up and then not fuckin' show up. It was 40 or below last night.. I was pretty fuckin' cold. God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, before that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Joe who everyone has been having problems with decides to hang up on Scott and I when we were all on the phone. For no reason.. what the fuck is this kid's problem? First, "Fuck you Zack". Second, hanging up on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going to just be a, "that was messed up Joe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's going to be drilling him in his face with my fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can put the asshole on his back just by slapping him, imagine.. just visualize what will happen when I lace my knuckles into his jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Joe Perry.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck his money grubbin' whore of a girlfriend, Paige.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;"Kill, kill, kill. Murder, murder, murder."-Nas</content>
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    <title>Mall Shopping.. cripes.</title>
    <published>2001-10-07T18:47:40Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-07T18:47:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"God Called In Sick Today" by AFI.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Somehow I went from $175 to $45 really quick at the mall.. anyways.. here's what I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Places That You Have Come To Fear The Most" by Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;"Black Sails in the Sunset" by AFI.&lt;br /&gt;"Burning The Process" by Pressure 4-5.&lt;br /&gt;A New Found Glory hooded sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;A blue Dashboard Confessional t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;A Mudvayne poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did I lose so much money? Oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;"Lets admire the pattern forming."-AFI.</content>
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    <title>Same as Josh's post..</title>
    <published>2001-10-06T17:47:35Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-06T17:47:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Family" by Nas &amp; Mobb Deep.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's about music for situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for creepin' around with your best friends at night: "Family" by Nas &amp; Mobb Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for waking up in the morning: "Wake Up" by Korn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for trying to get your life back on track: "I" by Taproot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for trying to get over a difficult situation: "Beat The World" by Pressure 4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for distance relationships: "Shirts and Gloves" by Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for smoking: All A Perfect Circle songs, Bob Marley tunes, Pink Floyd shit, but definently "Welcome to Paradise" by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for break ups: "Kreep" by Chino XL, "Trials of Love" by Prodigy of Mobb Deep, and "Somebody Already Broke My Heart" by Sade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for singing to people when they stare.. : "Mudshovel" by Staind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs for those hot women that do you wrong: "Josie" by Smut Peddlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs just for depressing moods: "King of Sorrow" by Sade, "Excess Baggage" by Staind, "Morningstar" by AFI, "Eyesore" by New Found Glory</content>
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