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  <title>The colour of her eyes</title>
  <subtitle>Were the colours of insanity</subtitle>
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    <name>Jessica</name>
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  <updated>2006-10-28T00:04:53Z</updated>
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    <title>^____^</title>
    <published>2006-10-28T00:04:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-28T00:04:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So two nights ago a guy called the Vet I work for and was like "I have a little cat I found on the road... it's not moving much." So he brings it in, and it turns out to be a bobcat kitten. She's adorable. And amazingly sweet and cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't named her yet, because we're still not sure if she's going to be okay. She started having seizures today. =/ BUT, the vet used to have a bobcat and he lived there for six years...and he had seizures when he was a kitten and he grew out of them. So...hopefully. She's also blind. Hah. But this is also hopefully a temporary thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, here she is. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/Shadowfax99/DSCN1898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/Shadowfax99/DSCN1895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/Shadowfax99/DSCN1896.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ramblesoflife:41456</id>
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    <title>Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall.</title>
    <published>2006-09-20T12:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-20T12:00:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Smile&lt;br /&gt;Like you've got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you might do&lt;br /&gt;There's always someone out there cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;But there are people you meet&lt;br /&gt;They're into something that is too big to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressed&lt;br /&gt;Through their clothes&lt;br /&gt;And they'll put up with all the poses you'll throw&lt;br /&gt;And you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even know&lt;br /&gt;that they're not sizing you up&lt;br /&gt;They know your mom fucked you up&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe let you watch too much TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they'll still look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To find the human inside&lt;br /&gt;You know there's always something in there to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath&lt;br /&gt;The veneer&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody made the list this year&lt;br /&gt;Have a beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall&lt;br /&gt;But there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be here for long&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got the disease&lt;br /&gt;In a way I'm relieved&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't have to stress about it like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just get up and dance&lt;br /&gt;Or buy some acid-wash pants&lt;br /&gt;When you don't care then you got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't&lt;br /&gt;Hesitate&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every moment life is slipping away&lt;br /&gt;It's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall&lt;br /&gt;But there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's always someone cooler than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We're all children of&lt;br /&gt;One big universe&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to be a chump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know (you know)&lt;br /&gt;That I won't (I won't)&lt;br /&gt;Hesitate (hesitate)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every moment life is slipping away (away)&lt;br /&gt;It's ok (it's ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 'cause there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're the shit but you won't be it for long&lt;br /&gt;But there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Because there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you (boy)&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you (girl)&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you (sir)&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you (my lady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Nerds go wild&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2006-02-02T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-03T05:08:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-03T05:08:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So there was this famous masochist who just loved taking ice cold showers on freezing cold days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....So he took a hot one.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2006-01-08T17:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T23:34:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T23:34:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight mom and dad sat down with me for the express purpose of talking with me about college. They felt the need to repeat over and over again that they can't afford Biola(which I know. And I've known since I chose the school.) And reminding me also repeatedly that I don't have another college I want to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And asking me what happens if I don't get into Torrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Ok? I don't know how I'm going to pay for college. I don't know what'll happen if I don't get into the film school...or Torrey. I don't know what'll happen if I run out of options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please pray for me. Because I can't quit.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-12-24T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T04:37:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T04:37:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was nice. We woke up this morning and ate breakfast and got in the car and drove to Atlanta. That was nice. We went so we could go to my Uncle's church for their Christmas Eve service. It was really good. And worth the trip. Then we went to my Uncle's house for a bit and I got to see my cousin and his wife...I haven't seen them since last thanksgiving so that was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we drove home...and opened presents tonight instead of tomorrow. I'm not sure why. But that was nice too...because I didn't ask for a lot. And I didn't get a lot, and it didn't bother me at all. I got some money, and toner for my printer, an ipod case and a little lapdesk thing for my laptop. And that was all. =) There's a laptop battery coming sometime in the mail. But I kind of liked not getting a ton of presents. I dunno. It's fun watching everyone else unwrap their's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was asleep this morning my ipod came back from being repaired and dad wanted to wrap it and put it with the other presents...but mom wouldn't let him. I'm glad. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. The word of the day is nice. It was calm...and peaceful and happy. And there weren't many arguments or angry conversations. And my Uncle is a really good pastor.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-12-16T17:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T23:53:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T23:53:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cut and paste this link into a new window and watch it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;o_e&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://www.noolmusic.com/temp/Pix_nov3/fbw0oj.gif&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ramblesoflife:39803</id>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-12-12T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-13T02:12:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-13T02:12:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So mom and I were driving to violin this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this big white van passes us on the highway...and I just started laughing. Mom was in the middle of talking to me and she was like WHAT? So I just pointed to the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back of it under like...a big checkered caution sign were the words: "CAUTION: Blind person driving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-12-06T23:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-07T05:04:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-07T05:04:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Schemes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ramblesoflife:38434</id>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-11-21T14:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T20:20:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T20:20:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nothing makes a cold, rainy day better than classical music, a good book, and a cup of hot chocolate.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-11-08T12:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-08T18:09:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-08T18:09:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This was taken from Winston's xanga...because it's a great video and you should watch it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.hrtwrk.com/video/gooddoctor.mov"&gt;Look here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ramblesoflife:38032</id>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-10-24T21:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T02:26:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T02:26:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Little girl, I see your scars.&lt;br /&gt;You bear the wounds of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;My love will be your rain&lt;br /&gt;It will wash away your fear and shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a treasure,&lt;br /&gt;Costly beyond all measure&lt;br /&gt;You are not forgotten, my children&lt;br /&gt;You are engraved on the palms of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young boy, I hear your crying.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's rushing to your side.&lt;br /&gt;I'll dry every tear from your face&lt;br /&gt;I will cradle you in my embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look inside my hands&lt;br /&gt;If you look inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that&lt;br /&gt;You are a treasure,&lt;br /&gt;Costly beyond all measure.&lt;br /&gt;You are not forgotten, my children.&lt;br /&gt;You are engraved on the palms of my hands.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-10-21T15:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-21T20:22:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-21T20:22:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm still worried about Mr Watson. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still not eating on his own. I know now it was from the worms...and we got him de-wormed on Wednesday, but still. I'm ready for him to start eating on his own so I know he's ok. =/</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-10-17T21:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-18T02:21:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-18T02:21:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"What will become of man? Will he be like God or will he be like the beasts of the field? What an appalling separation there is between the two! What will we become then? Who does not realize that man has wandered astray, that he has fallen from his rightful place, and that he is searching his way back anxiously, and yet he cannot find it? Who will show him the way? The greatest men have failed to do so."&lt;br /&gt;                              -Blaise Pascal</content>
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    <title>Mr Watson Henry VIII the Second</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T21:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-12T21:16:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 304px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/Shadowfax99/watson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Not quite the same...but he's still pretty cool. &lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>Mr Watson Henry VIII</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T03:42:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-12T03:42:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/Shadowfax99/ae6f0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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I want to keeeeeeeeep him. =(&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>I need your input.</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T19:09:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T19:09:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Should I get my hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...short.   o_o</content>
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    <title>=(</title>
    <published>2005-09-16T12:19:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-16T12:19:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Billy Williams - Gonna Sit Right Down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It made me sad when mom said Winston wasn't coming home this weekend. =( I wanted a hug. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. It made me more sad when I heard that I wouldn't be getting a hug tomorrow...than when mom said I might not get to go to the Coldplay concert when we find out when it's rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miiiiiisss you, Winston.</content>
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    <title>I can tell that we are gonna be friends.</title>
    <published>2005-09-14T14:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-14T14:14:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack Johnson - We're gonna be friends</lj:music>
    <content type="html">fall is here, hear the yell&lt;br /&gt;back to school, ring the bell&lt;br /&gt;brand new shoes, walking blues&lt;br /&gt;climb the fence, book and pens&lt;br /&gt;i can tell that we are gonna be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk with me, suzy lee&lt;br /&gt;through the park, by the tree&lt;br /&gt;we will rest upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;and look at all the bugs we've found&lt;br /&gt;then safely walk to school&lt;br /&gt;without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here we are, no one else&lt;br /&gt;we walked to school all by ourselves&lt;br /&gt;there's dirt on our uniforms&lt;br /&gt;from chasing all the ants and worms&lt;br /&gt;we clean up and now it's time to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numbers, letters, learn to spell&lt;br /&gt;nouns, and books, and show and tell&lt;br /&gt;at playtime we will throw the ball&lt;br /&gt;back to class, through the hall&lt;br /&gt;teacher marks our height against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we don't notice any time pass&lt;br /&gt;we don't notice anything&lt;br /&gt;we sit side by side in every class&lt;br /&gt;teacher thinks that i sound funny&lt;br /&gt;but she likes the way you sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'll dream while i'm in bed&lt;br /&gt;when still thoughts go through my head&lt;br /&gt;about the bugs and alphabet&lt;br /&gt;and when i wake tomorrow i'll bet&lt;br /&gt;that you and i will walk together again&lt;br /&gt;cause i can tell that we&lt;br /&gt;are going to be friends</content>
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    <title>click. boom.</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T03:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T03:25:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Haha. Today was the coolest Saturday ever. Woke up and ate and then Pyro picked me up and we went to Steven's office(the russian guy...). Anyhoo, two weekends ago I helped Steven and his friend Yuri and a bunch of other Russian people film a movie and now I'm helping edit the behind-the-scenes. Well, in Yuri's movie...they needed an explosion(more specifically...a tv exploding). But they had no way to blow a tv up when we were filming first...so they just cut that part out of the movie...but it made it kinda choppy. So I was telling Steven about Pyro and how he tends to blow things up and such...so we arranged today and Pyro and I went down there, ate lunch and then blew up a tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...next to Steven's office...there is this huge abandoned hotel. (This is downtown). Well, Steven has a key to the hotel because they're "in charge of security" for it...according to Steven. So Steven gets the key and the three of us go exploring the first few floors of the hotel. And then we went down to the basement...and decided that it's like...the perfect place to film a horror movie. It would totally rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need a script now. And that's actually the only thing we need. Steven said that if ever I need them...I can use any of his cameras...mics...lights. All of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who wants to write me a horror script? =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And filming this movie...and exploring the hotel...has made me really want to make a movie now. I want to find out what the theme for next year's Sidewalk Film Festival Student contest is..write a script around it and enter a film in it. I also want to do one of the Sidewalk Scrambles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the Sidewalk Film Festival is the 23-25. Pyro and I are gonna try to go...so if anyone else wants to go, talk to me or something. Weekend passes for students...if you buy them now...are $20.</content>
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    <title>Memories</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T18:02:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T18:02:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No music. But "Bat Country" is stuck in my head.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I think so, Brain, but we'll never get a monkey to use dental floss."</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-09-04T19:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-05T01:00:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-05T01:00:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...some exciting...and sorta scary too...news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over supper tonight, dad was talking about taking in a family. HSLDA sent out an email saying that any homeschoolers who would be willing to open their homes to a family...could give their information to HSLDA, and they'd match them with a family affected by the hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if this does happen, they'd pretty much get the basement...and we'll just kinda turn it into a full apartment area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with money already tight...it'll be hard too.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-09-02T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T00:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T00:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It annoys me when people blame the President when things such as evacuations...or rescues aren't going as they think they should be going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens to all the presidents, I believe. They get blamed for things they don't really have a whole lot of control over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it annoys me.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-08-28T09:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T14:21:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T22:56:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...I actually have things to talk about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the training for the Special Equestrian thing. And I think that's gonna be really fun. I think I'm going to be one of the horse handlers. So I'd groom and tack the horses and lead them around. Woo. And then eventually, I might get to learn to ride English there. o_o  Western is fun...but I really, really want to learn English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was talking with one of the ladies there for the training...and she was awesome. She's from California and just recently moved here with her job. (She works for Mazda.) And she had a horse in CA(but it got sick and they had to put it down)...and used to ride dressage and do show jumping. So we talked for like..and hour. And that was fun. I'm not very social very often...but I like talking to people. Hah. Anyhoo, yeah. I was telling her about wanting to go to college and CA and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and as of Friday. I'm taking another year to finish my senior year. -_- Mixed feelings about that. But the good news...is that I'll still go through the ceremony this year and all that...I just won't get my actual diploma until next year. -nod- And next year...I'm not going to be doing much school...at all. I'll just work, and hopefully get really involved with this Special Equestrian thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and, and. I'm probably(almost certainly) getting a job soon. But I'm not supposed to know about it. Hah. Steven (the Russian videographer guy...) has been talking to mom a lot lately about hiring me. Because his best editor is getting a new job, so he wants to hire me, get her to teach me to edit and use all the programs. And eventually he wants to give me a computer with all the equipment on it...so I can edit at home. Which would totally rock. But yeah, he told mom not to tell me about this...but she did anyway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda all started last week, I guess. Steven called and asked if I wanted to come help them film a movie. He told me the time and all of that, but didn't really tell me why he wanted -me- to come help. Well...he called again and got mom, and told her the story. Apparently he showed his friend(who is directing this movie..thing) the video that I edited...and then the one I filmed and edited for that class too. (I have NO idea WHY he showed him those. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; ) Anyhoo, Yuri really liked the behind-the-scenes one, apparently, and asked Steven to get me to come down and help. o_o  So I was down there from 2-9 yesterday helping film. And I'm going back today at lunch. Woo. I think I need to make an "English Speaking ONLY" rule, though. Because of the 12 or so people there. ALL OF THEM except for me and the other guy with a camera...speak Russian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, because they'd tell a joke...or say something and everyone would laugh, and someone would always look at me. And I'm like... I don't understand what you SAID so I'm not laughing... Definitely an interesting day. But fun. Definitely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately...I've been wanting to go to the Art Museum. I have no idea why. o_e But I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  So today was really, really fun. Yuri talked to me a bunch about how much he liked how I edited and stuff. And he was really, really surprised that that video was the first I'd ever edited(I suppose Steven left that part out...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was rather scary...because at one point, Steven was talking to me...and Natalia(my violin teacher's wife. ...the model) came up and asked him something in Russian. And he answered. AND I UNDERSTOOD WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT. o_o  Steven laughed at me. =(</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-08-19T17:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T22:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T22:14:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've been sitting in Winston's room saying goodbye to him. I don't want to say goodbye. I mean, yeah, I'll see him a lot more. It's just...weird. I don't want to grow up. And Winston going to college...means I'm that much closer to going to college...and to growing up and leaving. I want to..and at the same time, I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird saying bye to Winston because he'll come back in a few weeks and stuff, and I know I'll still see him. But his room is empty now. And all his stuff is gone. That's really the only thing that's different about him being gone this time...than all the other times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I'll miss him. I love my brother. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I don't want to keep thinking about him being gone.</content>
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    <title>ramblesoflife @ 2005-08-16T18:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-16T23:55:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I hope I give good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even just decent advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people ask me things. And I guess a lot of people ask everyone a lot of things. I don't know. But I wish I could always say the right things. In conversations like this...I say "I don't know" too much. Even in things...like dating...or whatever, that I shouldn't be able to give great advice on because I've never dated before...it bothers me when I can't say the right things. I want to be able to fix everyone's problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing friends hurting. I don't like people hurting in general. But seeing friends hurt...makes me hurt. Or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll know all the answers. But right now...I just wish I knew some of them. I want to help people. I like helping people. But I'm not so great at it when people come to me for advice...or things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day.</content>
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