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  <title>I am the most depressed kid alive...</title>
  <subtitle>Matty A.</subtitle>
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    <name>Matty A.</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-20T19:11:41Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrquarters:28155</id>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2005-04-20T15:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T19:11:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T19:11:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=9536282&amp;amp;imageID=92571350&amp;amp;Mytoken=20050420120948" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proven Worth is comprised of Matty A, Dan, Matty B, and Dave.&amp;nbsp; These songs are our acoustic demos.&amp;nbsp; We're looking forward to recording full band versions sometime in the very near future.&amp;nbsp; Thank you &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; much for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/provenworth" target="_blank"&gt;Trying to be our friend on My Space, maybe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to us on AIM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave - Neilyoungisgreat&lt;br /&gt;Matty - Rodrig13</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrquarters:27732</id>
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    <title>New CD</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T15:08:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T15:08:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been writting more and more music.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm going to start a new album and call it ''This CD will chang you life.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a chance on the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'm packing up all of my bags&lt;br /&gt;Making a mistake I've gotta make&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm glory bound</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-09-07T01:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-07T05:36:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-07T05:36:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dashboard Confessional - A Plain Morning</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wish that I was a better person.&amp;nbsp; Not so that I could feel better about myself directly, but so that you can feel better about the person that I am.&amp;nbsp; That way, I can feel better about myself indirectly.&amp;nbsp; I'm the type of person that needs approval.&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of peoples' opinions that I care about.&amp;nbsp; I just hope that I'm not seen as a loser or someone that is a waste of life in their eyes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain people that I miss dearly right now;&amp;nbsp; I really wish they were here.&amp;nbsp; I guess they are with me in a way, but it's not enough right now.&amp;nbsp; Come to think of it, it's never enough.&amp;nbsp; I miss you guys, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;The wind outside is biting&lt;br /&gt;It's left me feeling tired and exposed&lt;br /&gt;You're lack of shame comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;I should not be suprised&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen it sooner&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-09-03T21:25:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T01:27:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-04T02:36:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My life felt so sad today.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why.&amp;nbsp; It just did.&amp;nbsp; I felt really alone and tired.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully someone calls me up and makes me feel better.  This conversation's still...dead on arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;You were right about the stars&lt;br /&gt;Each one is a setting sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning your orbit around&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>STILL SICK</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T20:22:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T20:23:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fall Out Boy - Dead on Arrival</lj:music>
    <content type="html">God damnit...I'm still sick man.&amp;nbsp; This just sucks.&amp;nbsp; I want to enjoy the waning moments of summer and I'm pretty much stuck inside coughing while trying to break a decent fever.&amp;nbsp; POOOOOOP.&amp;nbsp; I just hate it.&amp;nbsp; I got so bored today that I decided to add two more holes to my ears.&amp;nbsp; That makes 8 total; I really need to find something better to do when I'm bored.&amp;nbsp; About an hour ago I put on a concert in basement.&amp;nbsp; Mia and I rocked the house.&amp;nbsp; I played lots of weezer and some punk stuff (Mia danced) and then Mia sung "Wheels on the Bus" and "ABC's."&amp;nbsp; If we actually had an audience I bet they would have went wild, especially for Mia cuz she rocks your face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got strangled, I would turn &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;blue&lt;/font&gt; in the face&lt;br /&gt;People always say I look good in &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;blue&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrquarters:26815</id>
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    <title>WE WONT STOP ROCKIN THE BOOOAT...AND MATTY ADORNO</title>
    <published>2004-08-26T02:56:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-26T02:58:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stryder - Eleven, Eleven</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel like poop.&amp;nbsp; I have the worst allergies in the world right now.&amp;nbsp; I am stuck in suburbian purgatory right now.&amp;nbsp; Everyone is leaving, there's very few things happening, and I am sick which just makes things that much worse.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could just fall asleep and wake up a week from now, cuz then I'd be back at work, busy with school work, and not thinking about how ordinary my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me up&lt;br /&gt;Call me out&lt;br /&gt;Call me anything you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a number&lt;br /&gt;Come take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sitting here with my fingers crossed and&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my luck day to come&lt;br /&gt;Calling out on a shooting star now&lt;br /&gt;Hope to find somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;Throw a penny in a wishing well and&lt;br /&gt;Wait until this emptyness is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me letters&lt;br /&gt;Send a smile&lt;br /&gt;Send a signal I can read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the effort&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were making out with me</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-08-03T10:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T14:31:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T14:31:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started writing songs again.&amp;nbsp; It's been 6 months since I've written anything new on my own.&amp;nbsp; I'm working on 2 songs at the moment and I think it's going pretty well.&amp;nbsp; One of them is really pretty and the other is really angry.&amp;nbsp; Both of them are equally good tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, if anyone knows who left the very sweet anonymous comment on my entry with the CD cover, please let me know.</content>
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    <title>WHAT THE FUCK!?!?</title>
    <published>2004-07-12T22:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-12T22:37:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yellowcard - Life of a Salesman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Over the last 2 weeks, I've had very vivid dreams about a certain subject...at least 10 of them.&amp;nbsp; When I wake up, I'm drenched in sweat, my heart is pounding, and a couple times I've had tears rolling down my face.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cuz I block it out so much during the day that my mind has no choice but to think about it at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of this I learned a lot of things though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I totally fucking hate any kind of deception, lies, or distorted truths&lt;br /&gt;-I will probably never trust any girl&lt;br /&gt;-"Going with the flow" relationships are essentially doomed for failure&lt;br /&gt;-An imbalance in expectations usually leads to the end&lt;br /&gt;-When you say that you're always honest with someone else...and that someone else just stays quiet after you say that, that just means that they've been lying to you about something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sooo whatever...random entry...doesn't make much sense...but then again neither does my life</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-07-08T12:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-08T16:55:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-08T16:58:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.personal.psu.edu/users/m/u/mua133/Destination%20Know%20Where%20CD%20Cover/CD%20Cover.jpg" width="350" height="350" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so this is what my CD looks like...I designed it myself, altho it's pretty basic.  Let me know what you guys think of it.</content>
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    <title>The BEACH man</title>
    <published>2004-07-03T05:44:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-03T05:44:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eric Clapton - Five Long Years</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah so I just got back from being down the shore.&amp;nbsp; It was absolutely an awesome time.&amp;nbsp; Donny and I played guitar our first night up there and we totally rocked out.&amp;nbsp; So many people came up to us and wanted to get in on a part of the action, whether it was listening to us or singing along.&amp;nbsp; It was really amazing.&amp;nbsp; I played the best version of "In Your Eyes" I have ever played in my life.&amp;nbsp; I was so proud of myself for a change.&amp;nbsp; So during our little jam session we met these 2 girls Nikki and Elery...they were ridiculously hot...I got their numbers but then I didn't call them, in fact, I got a lot of numbers down there...&amp;nbsp; I let myself get hurt by so many girls that I've just come to terms with the fact that I really don't need one in my life right now.&amp;nbsp; They suck, throw rocks, and I'm so much better off without them for now, so none of them will be called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; Spider&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;man&lt;/font&gt; 2 while I was down there.&amp;nbsp;  I loved it man...fucking awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I got my car fixed before I went down.&amp;nbsp; It was just a lot cooler to be able to cruise around in the convertable while it was in optimal condition.&amp;nbsp; Although, there was one point where I was going about 115 mph by a cop, I generally had a great weekend with the mustang.</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-06-30T15:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-30T19:46:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-30T19:46:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday to Jill Tomorrow...I didn't forget Jill...I love you</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-06-29T00:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-29T04:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-29T12:33:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Weezer - Photograph</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Blah...one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people start out hating me, or at least thinking that I'm somekind of loser.&amp;nbsp; And then I grow on them like a fungus until you can't help but trust me and want to be friends with me.&amp;nbsp; Now, it doesn't work in all situations but most of the time I can be pretty nice and friendly and this sorta thing happens...I dunno...I'm just talking.&amp;nbsp; Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had work again today which sucked but I made the most of it.&amp;nbsp; Adam and I talked about funny stuff but mainly about how much it would suck if you had to pick one food to eat for the rest of your life.&amp;nbsp; And then we added that you had to make the choice when you were six years old...I guess it would really suck to be on a steady diet of Reese's Cups.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, work was work for the most part and then I came home to hang out with a bunch of people, we watch the Chapelle Comedy special on DVD and that was pretty much it...I dunno...a mediocore day I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I think I learned one thing today...If there is a thin line between love and hate, then there must be a big fat fucking concrete wall between friendship and love becuz I can never seem to break thru the barrier....but who needs girls anyway, I know I don't.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NeilYoungIsGreat:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; studies show that 99% of girls are sluts</content>
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    <title>I have no voice, cuz Chris Caraba is the man</title>
    <published>2004-06-26T04:40:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-26T04:40:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All the Dashboard in my possesion...which is every song they have...yeah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah so I went to the Dashboard Concert and it was fucking awesome.&amp;nbsp; He played almost all old stuff and it was so great, except for when he played the gay version of Hands Down.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I belted out every lyric as loud as I possibly could and now I have no voice at all but it was so worth it.&amp;nbsp; So now I'm eating blue berries cuz they feel cold on my sore throat.&amp;nbsp; I feel like the woman in that Jerkey Boys skit..."This is the grandmother!"&amp;nbsp; But yeah, I realized a lot of things today...finally, I am me again, I have fun, I make jokes, I am NOT depressed and I love every second of it.&amp;nbsp; I know it sounds cliche but I feel reborn in every sense of the word and I guess most people can see a difference when they compare they way I am now to the way I was last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&amp;nbsp; I think I really really like someone...and i think she doesn't like me back.&amp;nbsp; At least not like that.&amp;nbsp; But that's the way my life is most of the time.&amp;nbsp; She's smart, cool, beautiful, and she's the first girl to make me laugh in a really really long time.&amp;nbsp; I saw a shooting star on my way home last nite and I haven't made my wish yet so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I know I probably can't be with this girl, but I only think it's fair that once I make myself get over her that I meet someone just like her...someone who can make me laugh, make me smile, someone who can make me forget about eveything that's wrong with me...that is my only wish...to be with someone that sees what I am inside&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her and I never thought I would until today...&lt;br /&gt;And it's probably not the person you're thinking of</content>
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    <title>Wiggity Wiggity Wiggity Waaaaack!</title>
    <published>2004-06-18T05:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-18T05:56:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>John Mayer - Man on the Side</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I worked forever today.&amp;nbsp; Spent the first 6 hours of my day doing CBL's (&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;omputer &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ased &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;earning) and let me tell you how fun they are.&amp;nbsp; I think on the fun-scale they are one step below having a black man ram his 12 inch penis up your corn hole.&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp; CBL's&amp;nbsp; should really stand for &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;ock and &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;alls &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;icking or &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;rappier than &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;lack &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ovin.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, after those I went out on the floor and Lauren showed me the ropes of the Automotive Department.&amp;nbsp; It's cake really. I just stock shelves, make sure things are in the right places, and then answer easy customer questions.&amp;nbsp; I went home at around 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I took about a 2 hour nap and then went to play hockey at CN.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty cool, but most of us played like crap.&amp;nbsp; I'm in the worst shape of my life and I really need to start working out again...or have sex a lot to strengthen my stamina...so I'll probably end up working out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned how to play "Photograph" by weezer on guitar; It's a lot easier than I thought it would be.&amp;nbsp; Poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;If you want it&lt;br /&gt;You can have it&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta learn to reach out there and grab it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Unless it's a veiny boob...then u don't have to reach out there and grab it...just leave it alone</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-06-17T02:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T06:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-17T06:26:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gavin DeGraw - I Don't Want to be</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't written in here in &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, things have been going very sweetly lately.&amp;nbsp; I just got hired at Walmart and my second day is tomorrow, so....that's cool I guess.&amp;nbsp; At least I'll have money.&amp;nbsp; After work today, I did absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp; that's not exactly true.&amp;nbsp; I did walk around my basement in complete and total darkness...just to see what it's like to be a blind person.&amp;nbsp; It was actually kind of cool.&amp;nbsp; I mean, for the 1st hour i kept tripping on things and stepping on Mia's toys.&amp;nbsp; But after a while I got a pretty good feel for where things were in the room, and now I can navigate in the dark quite nicely.&amp;nbsp; Kinda random I guess but I think it's cool.&amp;nbsp; So yeah.&amp;nbsp; That's about it.&amp;nbsp; I like tan boobs.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-05-07T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-07T03:50:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-07T03:50:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pearl Jam - Nothingman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm back from Disney.  It was awesome.  I have some hilarious pictures to put up here once Jay sends them to me.  I will provide more details about the trip once I get the pics up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah!  While I was gone I missed some birthdays.  &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Happy Birthday Kelly&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Happy Birthday Ang&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish she would stop calling me and leaving me text messages.  She had her chance and now it is over.  I wish I could find someone that never made me cry.</content>
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    <title>FREE WRITE</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T06:46:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T06:46:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Howie Day - Madrigals</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Your memories&lt;br /&gt;cut into my soul hard and sharp&lt;br /&gt;deep down to the bone&lt;br /&gt;a self inflicted torture&lt;br /&gt;take your pictures back&lt;br /&gt;and leave the memories&lt;br /&gt;a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;can only bleed so much&lt;br /&gt;so when the hemorage stops&lt;br /&gt;and the blood has dried&lt;br /&gt;only scars remain&lt;br /&gt;only scars remain&lt;br /&gt;so my heart it bleeds&lt;br /&gt;until hemorage stops&lt;br /&gt;and when the blood has dried&lt;br /&gt;only scars remain&lt;br /&gt;only scars remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her madrigals, her silver rings, I can still see the flash from the time I opened my eyes too wide.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrquarters:23532</id>
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    <title>PSU and food fight</title>
    <published>2004-03-02T17:43:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-02T17:54:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>John Mayer - Love Soon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hah my weekend at PSU was awesome.  i did everything I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it.  I made some awesome new friends and I haven't felt this good in a really long time.  All in all, it was just an amazing weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I came home in the morning and showed up late to my first class.  Oh well.  It was worth it.  So anyway I got home from school at like 5 and i had to watch my sister Mia while my parents went out to get stuff at Home Depot.  So, I was sitting there eating my barbeque spare ribs and i dropped one in my lap.  Mia found this hilarious.  so she decided that she needed to grab one off of the table and throw it at me...hits me right in the face.  This scene takes place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Hehehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Matt:  Oh, it's on BIATCH (takes the mashed potatoes and rubs it in Mia's hair)&lt;br /&gt;Matt: How you like me now?&lt;br /&gt;Mia:  Buh Bye.  (Takes her barbeque sauce covered hands and rubs them in my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won...I gave up at that point.  I had to give her a bath and then wait for my parents to get home before I could take a shower.  Meanwhile, the barbeque sauce that was on my legs was forming red crustations on my leg hair, which were a bitch to get off by the way.  She kicked my ass.  I deserved it.  Cuz I am a mean person.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-02-21T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-22T01:40:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T01:40:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day - Hitchin a Ride</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Everything in my life is going so great, so I'll just ignore the fact that I totally detached myself from you in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Everything in my life is so confusing and bad, I think I'll just ignore you period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Everything in my life is so perfect now, that I think I'll just pretend you never existed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.  Everyone of these has happened to me in like the last 5 hours...yippie horray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock...&lt;br /&gt;GO Fuck Yourself</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrquarters:22665</id>
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    <title>Woah...Remember the days</title>
    <published>2004-02-19T19:00:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-19T19:00:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Better Than Ezra - Good</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Does anyone remember the days when coming home from school and turning on y-100 was like your entire life.  And then you hung out with the same 5 friends almost every weekend.  The weekends you didn't hang out with them, you spent with your family anyway.  Way way back when you thought that &lt;i&gt;Better Than Ezra&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Counting Crows&lt;/i&gt; were the best bands ever.  I miss those days a lot.  I miss the friends I had then.</content>
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    <title>If I was the shittiest person in the world I would</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T05:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T05:38:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I was the shittiest person in the world I would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide things from you and &lt;b&gt;constantly&lt;/b&gt; do things behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Say that I care about you when it's &lt;b&gt;obvious&lt;/b&gt; that I don't&lt;br /&gt;Break your heart &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; than once&lt;br /&gt;Build you up just so that when you fall it's that much worse&lt;br /&gt;Let you say things like "I &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; want to talk to you again."&lt;br /&gt;Throw anything I can back in your face&lt;br /&gt;Let you treat me like a god and then &lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt; fuck you over&lt;br /&gt;Convince myself that I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Leave you with scars that &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; leave room for any closure&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that's it's better this way when all I mean is that it's better for &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; this way&lt;br /&gt;Turn you against all of your friends to the point where you barely have anyone left&lt;br /&gt;Always remind you that it's never going to be the same again&lt;br /&gt;Ignore you so &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; can sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything that you did for me&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything &lt;b&gt;period&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand head in hand&lt;br /&gt;Turn my face to the wall&lt;br /&gt;If she’s gone I can’t go on&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ two-foot small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere people stare&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day&lt;br /&gt;I can see them laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;And I hear them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you’ve got to hide your love away&lt;br /&gt;Hey you’ve got to hide your love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I even try&lt;br /&gt;I can never win&lt;br /&gt;Hearing them, seeing them&lt;br /&gt;In the state I’m in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she say to me&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Gather round all you clowns&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you’ve got to hide your love away&lt;br /&gt;Hey you’ve got to hide your love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\Everday I hide my love away/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>If I ever saw that</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T04:43:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T04:44:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eddie Vedder - Hide Your Love Away</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If I ever saw that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill someone&lt;br /&gt;I'd run until my heart exploded, because at the rate I'm going that's going to happen anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'd play the shit out of my guitar&lt;br /&gt;I'd move to a place more than 100 miles from here&lt;br /&gt;I'd gouge my eyes out to remove the filth they had seen&lt;br /&gt;I'd drop to my knees and ask god "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;I'd beat someone's ass with a rusty aluminum baseball bat and a hedge clipper&lt;br /&gt;I'd curb stomp the first person I saw but not hard enough so they die and then just leave them there to be scraped up by a coroner&lt;br /&gt;I'd cement your feet and then send you sea worthy&lt;br /&gt;I'd mircrowave your hand, put seasoning on it, and then feed it to a small animal&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill myself, puke, and have an aneurism all at once</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>mrquarters @ 2004-02-16T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T03:27:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T03:27:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stone Temple Pilots - Interstate Love Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love it how when people try to be self righteous, so they don't get screwed in the end.  And then everyone calls that person childish becuz being self righteous meant pissing people off.  It's so great.  Next time I'll treat people like their gods and then get fucked over...and then I'll do nothing about it and have no one stick up for me. So I can sit there and be mature.  Being mature is over rated.  While you can be immature, you can also be overly mature...both are dickheads just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called revenge...and yeah payback is a fucking bitch.  But get over it.  That doesn't mean it's not deserved.  You're not better than anyone else so you have no right to call anyone childish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I just hate some people.  And I hope that I piss them off.  And I hope that they hate me too.</content>
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    <title>MONDAY!  I LOVE IT!  Wooo!</title>
    <published>2004-02-16T13:51:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-16T13:51:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>John Mayer - Love Soon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I fucking love mondays.  I wish everyday was a monday.  Some of the greatest moments in my life were on mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, when you go into work and you're looking pretty down, does anyone say to you, "Sounds like someone's got a case of the mondays?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nah man...SHIT man nah.  In fact, your liable to get your ass kicked if you say something like that.</content>
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    <title>Bitch without the E</title>
    <published>2004-02-16T06:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-16T06:39:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>It would be nice to have a blow job...from your mom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just realized that I am the biggest fucking sucker on the planet.  I am the biggest sap and i just fall for everyone's bullshit.  That's fucking me.  The gullable bastard that I am.  I let people walk all over me and then take a dump on my head.  I am so retarded right now.  I wish that I could just move away from this place and totally start over with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I hate every girl on the face of the earth cuz they all treat me like i am the biggest asshole in the world, when all i am is nice to them.  Fuck girls.  They fucking suck a shitty asshole with diahrea.  May you all rot in hell.  Oh yeah I forgot...Steve Maloney sucks a gigantic black wang that was just removed from his asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my valentine?&lt;br /&gt;-No cuz you repeatedly take dumps on my head and then act like u don't care</content>
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