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  <title>Hope it covers the Ocean in Slime</title>
  <subtitle>So it Goes</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-01-15T07:29:54Z</updated>
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    <title>Unemployment</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T07:29:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T07:29:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Five Iron Frenzy-Eulogy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know what to say.  I had great ideas for writing some entry about how I was terrified of getting older and being unemployed.  About how looking at my dad as he slowly deconstructs our family through his unemployment is making me feel the need to clamor towards some sort of armed service to pay for the next 2 years of my education.  about how ending up unemployed and unhappy is terrifying to me.  About how I am worrying about how I am going to support my parents in 10 years when they are retiring, because my sister won't rise to help me.  About how I can't believe that I am 19 and feel that I need to somehow keep my whole family afloat as I watch the water creep over my own nostrils.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billy__pilgrim:3758</id>
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    <title>billy__pilgrim @ 2006-11-17T17:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T21:38:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i know i haven't written in here in a while..well baisically since the first few months of freshman year, but i needed somewhere to vent whre i know i can't be caught by my school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rommate greg is a...insert adjective...guy.  and...he is essentially abusive. not in the sense that he hits me (which he does), but in the sense that he has no respect for me and walks all over me.  the thing that bothers me most about it...is that i just roll over and take it.  not because i like it, or am weak, but because i don't have it in me to fight back, and it drives me crazy.  i like to think of myself as a nice person, and he just takes advantage of that and tells me that i should be a dick.  well...i'm not a dick, and i am proud of that.  i have only one a few things that are "dickish" in my time, and i have apologized for them (although often times i don't think the apologies were well received).  anyway, i'm at a loss.  i have tried to be nice to him in hopes of reciprocity, i have talked to him, i have tried guilt, i have tried playfully making fun of him, and i have tried just ignoring him and have failed miserably.  i am fed up and ready for thanksgiving break.</content>
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    <title>billy__pilgrim @ 2005-09-22T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T20:02:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T20:02:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so yeah, i feel very ill.  this is mad gay. as babyish as this sounds, i miss the days when my mom would bring me stuff to drink at the couch and would put the tv on the right channel and take care of me. this is very not fun. bio exam tomorrow. thats pretty gay. i love my timing. first college grade yesterday and i started to feel sick during my chem quiz, and tomorrow i have my first college exam at the peak of my feeling crappiness. oh fuck you karma, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who gets a cold when their room is 91 degrees???</content>
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    <title>billy__pilgrim @ 2005-09-13T09:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T13:25:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-13T13:25:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Feeling Left Out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WHEN DID 9 AM SEEM EARLYYYY!?!?!?!?!?!? arghh. i wake up at 745 everymorning now...15 minutes before wes's alarm goes off. apparently i sleep walk. sleep talk. sleep growl all the time. 2 nights ago i woke up in a different shirt than i went to bed. anyways...im exhausted, but i have to go to bio for another exciting day of doodling and eukaryotic cell biology!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could get some stuff off my mind.</content>
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    <title>billy__pilgrim @ 2005-08-31T03:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T08:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T08:49:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Don McLean | American Pie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear Steve, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a millllllion hours making this layout for you.  Actually, it was more like 2.5. That seems far too long for this to be the end product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feel free to delete this entry, by the way.  I just wanted you to see what it would like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you!  Love you!  And nothing short of a hurricane would keep me from coming to visit you on Thursday. &amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF FOREVZ,&lt;br /&gt;Yackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I used the frog mood theme. LIKE FRED/BOSWORTH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Scot helped too.  : )</content>
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