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  <title>I&apos;m Not Angry, I&apos;m Just Amused</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Aug 2006 18:14:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Also on my Myspace</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether you were with me when I was &quot;goth&quot;, &quot;emo&quot;, &quot;scene&quot;, &quot;alternative&quot;, &quot;unique&quot;, &quot;extreme&quot; or &quot;drama kid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we had a million inside jokes/memories or just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I now love you, hate you, lost touch with you, talk shit about you, hang out with you, was in love with you, or anything else... I would just like to thank you for making my high school years what they were. As I anticipate moving on to college, I think that I may not be where I am at because of you. I hope not to forget a single person, but I know it is impossible for me to remember everyone. You all shaped me for what I am. Whether we are best friends or you broke my heart. Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who really stand out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandie (Deeman) B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael James G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matty M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrella B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caravan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Kids &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast and Crew of: No, No, Nanette, 42nd Street and Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publix Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and those I consider family who are not directly related. (My big brother Chad R.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even to the kids that I have recently met who have made my summer. (Mylene, Ryan, Josh, Shawn and Jon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again and don&apos;t expect any sentiment out of me for a few years after this.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2005 20:53:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Come to Battle of the Bands on October 12th!&lt;br /&gt;Lakewood Ranch Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm, $7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beard of Zeus&lt;br /&gt;By City Lights&lt;br /&gt;False Advertisement&lt;br /&gt;Broken Fish Scales&lt;br /&gt;The Incoming Tide&lt;br /&gt;LSTB&lt;br /&gt;Stand For Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Fill In The Blank</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2005 16:41:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve added years to life, not life to years. We&apos;ve been all the way to the moon and back but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner space. We&apos;ve done larger things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We&apos;ve learned to rush but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies that ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast food and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn&apos;t cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say &quot;I love you&quot; to your parter and to your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! Give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always remember:&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2003 21:32:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Since I have no creative or funny way of saying it, I have decided that my journal should be friends only from now on. Feel free to add me, and leave a little post while you&apos;re at it... then I&apos;ll be your love slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/BJBandit/GunsFriendsOnly.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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