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  <title>keep me closer, i'm a lazy dancer</title>
  <subtitle>when you move, i move with you</subtitle>
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    <name>i am divine</name>
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  <updated>2005-07-26T22:04:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lostinawhisper:20926</id>
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    <title>terminus est</title>
    <published>2005-01-26T19:45:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T22:04:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>come as you are  --  nirvana</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/xsilvamoonx/mel_fob_whatsagirltodo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREDIT TO MELLOW2167&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ONLY.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lostinawhisper:20618</id>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2005-01-24T19:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T00:33:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T00:33:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>this song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">MATCHBOOK ROMANCE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Transit (For You)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream baby for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;Pack your things, fly to me&lt;br /&gt;Scatter me across the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine all night &lt;br /&gt;And just like a star &lt;br /&gt;I'll fall for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you want me to &lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Just say the words and I'd give you the world&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but that's not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlit sea will be our dance floor&lt;br /&gt;And birds will sing our song&lt;br /&gt;And your scars, your scars will heal&lt;br /&gt;For You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you want me to&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;And just say the words, and I'd give you the world&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but that's not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Baby if you wanted me to, why not say so&lt;br /&gt;Let me go cause I cant shine bright enough for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shine for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall &lt;br /&gt;Dream baby for me &lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here for you</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lostinawhisper:20459</id>
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    <title>ohm</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T18:42:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T19:24:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ruthless -- soco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've converted Jess to the Andrew McMahon cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAAM... SALAAM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.studenti.it/images/musica/artisti/something_corporate/3.jpg"&gt;http://img.studenti.it/images/musica/artisti/something_corporate/3.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modsound.net/images/somecorp02.jpg"&gt;http://www.modsound.net/images/somecorp02.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voxonline.com/alternative/somethingcorporate/some4.jpg"&gt;http://www.voxonline.com/alternative/somethingcorporate/some4.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universal-music.co.jp/u-pop/artist/something_corporate/images/andrew_tatoo.jpg"&gt;http://www.universal-music.co.jp/u-pop/artist/something_corporate/images/andrew_tatoo.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cd101.com/bigroom/somethingcorporate/something1.gif"&gt;http://www.cd101.com/bigroom/somethingcorporate/something1.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://webpages.charter.net/tolerta/soco.gif" width="201" height="122"&gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am SOMETHING CORPORATE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/tolerta/quiz.html"&gt;Find out which band you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.burningairlines.com/somethingcorporate/it1811.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that shirt!!! It used to be at Hot Topic but they suck goat and got rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2005-01-06T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T01:53:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T01:53:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>i won't make you -- soco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">AvrilRoxMyWorld8: cheese? &lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: cloth?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: in a bag?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: on a guy?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: who's bald?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: in an eggshell?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with a pet moose?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: eating a rotten turnip?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with his left foot?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: and his right finger?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: (s)?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: under a huckleberry monster?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: in midwinter?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with a monkfish in his ear?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: praising alice paul?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: on the highest mole hill? in history?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with his favorite trail-mix?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and the mona lisa?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: smiles frowningly?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and not?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: is well?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and goes to Barix clinics?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with stinky toes?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and a lady named Rosalyn&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: ?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: at your local Thetorium?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with a cucumber?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: melon?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: body lotion?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: el stinko!?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: wiht numbchucks?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: and a toothpick? named Randall?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and a small leather mask?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with glittery men? attached?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: on a boondoggle keychain?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: pootslap?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: me?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with a brink?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: on a sink?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with a mink? coat?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: bedstand?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: handstand?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: on a bed?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with an eye? patch?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and a parrot?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with a parasol?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: inside her heathen pants?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with pockets?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with air bubbles?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: in spice?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: in a vat of mayonnaise?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: of onion soup?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and a trash bag filled with lard?&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: and peas?&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: and listerine&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: baskets&lt;br /&gt;LocoCocoChicka: with got cheese&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: cloth&lt;br /&gt;AvrilRoxMyWorld8: (the end)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lostinawhisper:19854</id>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-12-28T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-28T22:02:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-28T22:02:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.rebelsnail.net/soco/wait.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebelsnail.net/soco/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take the test&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/unitedhotcake" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear ticking clocks,&lt;br /&gt;running rampant in me,&lt;br /&gt;chiming in apogee&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the cynergy&lt;br /&gt;of her and me waiting on the light&lt;br /&gt;and i never say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;never say that i'm always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in you girl&lt;br /&gt;i'm consent to drown&lt;br /&gt;you're so high and i'm so down&lt;br /&gt;this night'll end sooner but much sooner now&lt;br /&gt;i'm awake in you and you're asleep in me&lt;br /&gt;all the things i'll never be&lt;br /&gt;make me wonder could you see&lt;br /&gt;and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, till i hit the ground harder&lt;br /&gt;wish i could wait, to i could hear your heartbeat fast&lt;br /&gt;wish i could wait till i missed her flavour&lt;br /&gt;my days are numbered here&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to be the last one home&lt;br /&gt;don't want to be the last one home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm weak inside&lt;br /&gt;i'm thriving just the same&lt;br /&gt;still calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;wondering who it is that i should blame&lt;br /&gt;stabbing hard and burried&lt;br /&gt;conciousness and fear&lt;br /&gt;forgetting others i hold dear&lt;br /&gt;wontcha maybe could you hear&lt;br /&gt;and i said to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, till i hit the ground harder&lt;br /&gt;wish i could wait, to hear your heartbeat fast&lt;br /&gt;wish i could wait till i missed her flavour&lt;br /&gt;my days are numbered here&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to be the last one home&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;the last one home&lt;br /&gt;(oh here we go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you are baby&lt;br /&gt;just waiting on the sun&lt;br /&gt;just staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;said when will he be done&lt;br /&gt;and i said there you are baby&lt;br /&gt;waiting on the sun&lt;br /&gt;staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;said when will he be done&lt;br /&gt;when will he be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could wait, till i see you shaking&lt;br /&gt;wish i could wait to pull out of this one fast&lt;br /&gt;wish i could wait till i taste your flavour&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i can savour every last drop&lt;br /&gt;and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, till i hit the ground harder&lt;br /&gt;wish i could wait, to hear to hear your heartbeat fast&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could wait to see you shaking&lt;br /&gt;my days are numbered here&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to be the last one home&lt;br /&gt;the last one home&lt;br /&gt;the last one home</content>
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    <title>somedays all i do is watch the sky</title>
    <published>2004-12-14T04:00:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-14T04:00:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>watch the sky -- soco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i feel so... out of place in the place i am in. is that what high school is about? being confused, on a larger scale than middle school? and if this is how i feel now, then will college be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brr.</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-12-09T21:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T02:47:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T02:47:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>skye sweetnam-sorry!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know that expression you get on your face when there's a million things you want to say but none of them seem right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything.</content>
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    <title>thoughts on a lonely saturday night</title>
    <published>2004-12-05T00:52:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-05T00:52:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>for me this is heaven -- jimmy eat world</lj:music>
    <content type="html">One line is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am transported into a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 valentine cards. Some have funny phrases on them; juvenile poems and pictures of toilets. A few have sappy hallmark words. I ripped them out of a Nickelodeon magazine. I offer any one of my selection to him. He picks not a humorous one, but one with a palm tree and a heart that says in bubble letters, "I'm very &lt;i&gt;frond&lt;/i&gt; of you. Why didn't he take a funny one, why take one of the few romantic cards? He writes his name on the back in messy blocky writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminiscent tune blows me on the breezes of past days. It is February again; the month I was born, the month I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is awaiting his cue. We are backstage; it is dark. A light through the curtains shines a beam of light onto his face; and he looks tentatively outside. If the curtains would never move and he stayed so perfectly forever I would be so happy. The moment hits me suddenly. There is a heavy cardboard camera in my hand, there is heavy breathing roaring in my ears, there is the taste of urgency in the air. He pulls on the curtain, we all run out. Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a year now. A whole year... of heartbreak and lost hopes, of jealousy and trying to repair friendships. I'm the only one left. I yearn again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first practice curtain call. God answers my fervent prayers, he stands next to me. We talk backstage, make up silly inside jokes. He takes my hand in his, and he tugs me out into the brightness. I smile more widely than I have ever before, and we bow together. His hand is so nice, warm and moist, but not disgustingly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to wait just as long to see you again; to feel the ecstasy that inflames my blood when you are near, to feel like there is no end to me, to feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the last day of school, my last day at the middle school. My bus is late, as irony would have it. His bus is still there, I see his outline, his frame. I want to say something to him, I know he sees me. But the diablo that his my shyness will not permit me. I bite my tongue and curse my late bus, wander away. The last time, the last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>GAR!!</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T00:33:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T19:56:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chop Suey -- System of a Down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">GRR... why does C**** (not the name chris) have a girlfriend? And why did he have to IM me after two years of noncommunication, build my hopes up, then make horrible small talk and send me the link to his stupid band's website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C****... why hast thou forsaken me?</content>
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    <title>walking by</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T03:48:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-22T03:48:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my something coprporate dvd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Your grand dad left home for the circus. He was young just like me,&lt;br /&gt;with hope to explore. He married a girl in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother was born in December, on the one sunny day that winter gave up.&lt;br /&gt;She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies,&lt;br /&gt;when she stared at the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you leave these stories unfinished,&lt;br /&gt;my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look when you've already found it?&lt;br /&gt;What did you find that could leave you walking by? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was raised in a New England village.&lt;br /&gt;Then she moved to LA with her firefly stare,&lt;br /&gt;and you loved sunset strip when it sparkled,&lt;br /&gt;you grew up and you sparkled but why don't you care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you leave these stories unfinished,&lt;br /&gt;my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look when you've already found me?&lt;br /&gt;What did you find that could leave you walking by? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nights I get high just from breathing.&lt;br /&gt;When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real,&lt;br /&gt;like that firework over the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you leave these questions unanswered?&lt;br /&gt;The circus awaits and you're already gone.&lt;br /&gt;My Cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile,&lt;br /&gt;what makes it so easy for you to be walking by?&lt;br /&gt;And what did I do that you can't seem to want me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me?&lt;br /&gt;What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-11-20T15:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-20T20:18:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-20T20:18:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I GOT THE SOMETHING CORPORATE DVD!!! HAHAHA, YES, SUCKERS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it last night when I got back from my awesome mall trip. But I was sooper tired and it was extra-late so I kinda fell asleep during Konstantine. Blasphemy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome though. Brian wears a Strong Bad shirt through the whole special features section. I love when Andrew goes to get his shirt. "So the lady's like 'You came for the yellow shirt?' and I'm like 'Yeah.' and she says... she just starts swearing in Spanish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutch: So today's been a very constructive day... I bowled the best game of my life. I figure in a few years I'll be bowling 300's... *sits up* Sorry. I was checking out a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Those aren't the lyrics. you record a dvd and forget the lines to your own fucking song... how bout you guys help me out with this one and sing along.</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-11-11T17:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-11T22:20:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-11T22:20:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Konstantine, and I'm Not Okay by My Chemical Romance...ok?</lj:music>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-11-07T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-08T00:25:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-08T00:25:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Konstantine, bitch!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have found Konstantine! AHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's probably the best song ever invented... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed the other day when I saw that my pop-up blocker had blocked 1111 pop-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING CORPORATE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Konstantine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine all the people that you know &lt;br /&gt;And the places that you go &lt;br /&gt;When the lights are turned down low &lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand all the things you've seen &lt;br /&gt;But i'm slipping inbetween &lt;br /&gt;You and your big dreams &lt;br /&gt;It's always you &lt;br /&gt;In my big dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover &lt;br /&gt;And your restless, and i'm naked &lt;br /&gt;You've gotta get out &lt;br /&gt;You can't stand to see me shaking &lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;Could you let me go? &lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't wanna be here in the future &lt;br /&gt;So you say the present's just a pleasent interruption to the past &lt;br /&gt;And you don't wanna look much closer &lt;br /&gt;Cuz your afraid to find out all this hope&lt;br /&gt;You had sent into the sky by now had crashed &lt;br /&gt;And it did &lt;br /&gt;Because of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;Afraid to find out that you're alone &lt;br /&gt;And i'm sleeping in your living room &lt;br /&gt;We don't have much room to live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had these dreams that i learned to play guitar &lt;br /&gt;Maybe cross the country &lt;br /&gt;Become a rock star &lt;br /&gt;And there was hope in me that i could take you there &lt;br /&gt;But dammit you're so young &lt;br /&gt;Well i don't think i care &lt;br /&gt;And if i hurt you &lt;br /&gt;Then i'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;Please don't think that this was easy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you bring me home&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we both know what it's like to be alone &lt;br /&gt;And i'm dreaming in your living room &lt;br /&gt;We don't have much room to live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And konstantine is walking down the stairs &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look good &lt;br /&gt;Standing in her underwear &lt;br /&gt;And i was thinking &lt;br /&gt;What i was thinking &lt;br /&gt;We've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine came walking down the stairs &lt;br /&gt;And all that i could do is touch her long blonde hair &lt;br /&gt;And i've been thinking &lt;br /&gt;It hurts me thinking that these nights&lt;br /&gt;When we were drinking no they never got us anywhere &lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because i can spell konfusion with a k &lt;br /&gt;And i like it &lt;br /&gt;It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it &lt;br /&gt;It's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car &lt;br /&gt;When the first star you see may not be a star&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your star &lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what you said &lt;br /&gt;What you thought this song meant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this is what it takes &lt;br /&gt;Just to lie in my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;And live with what i did to you &lt;br /&gt;And all the hell I put you through &lt;br /&gt;I always catch the clock &lt;br /&gt;It's 11:11 &lt;br /&gt;And now you want to talk &lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to dream &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my konstantine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konstantine, they'll never hurt you like i do &lt;br /&gt;No they'll never hurt you like i do &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no no no no no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to a girl who got into my head &lt;br /&gt;With all the pretty things she did &lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;br /&gt;You keep me up in bed &lt;br /&gt;This is to a girl who got into my head &lt;br /&gt;With all the fucked up things i did &lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;br /&gt;Baby &lt;br /&gt;You could keep me up in bed &lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine &lt;br /&gt;Spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen &lt;br /&gt;And i said &lt;br /&gt;Did you know i missed you? [x7]&lt;br /&gt;Oh god i miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;And we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no no &lt;br /&gt;And you'll kiss me in your living room &lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;br /&gt;You'll miss me in your living room &lt;br /&gt;Cuz these nights i think maybe that i'll miss you in my living room &lt;br /&gt;We don't have much room &lt;br /&gt;I said does anybody need that room? &lt;br /&gt;Because we all need a little more room &lt;br /&gt;To live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-11-03T16:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-04T00:27:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-04T00:27:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You are 55% Vice-Presidential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your VP Personality is: &lt;br /&gt;Invisible-Criminal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the vice president. You should have some power, some influence, or at least a nice mansion to live in. But the president insists on freezing you out, and to be honest, your constant scheming hasn't helped. Like Aaron Burr, you'll have to come up with other ways to spend your time in office, like challenging a Founding Father to a duel in New Jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Vice President, you would be: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57% Criminal &lt;br /&gt;60% Invisible &lt;br /&gt;25% Expendable &lt;br /&gt;0% Idealistic &lt;br /&gt;44% Essential &lt;br /&gt;36% Electable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to 44,592 other test-takers: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91% scored lower than you &lt;br /&gt;3% scored the same as you &lt;br /&gt;6% scored higher than you</content>
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    <title>that's me, really...</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T02:10:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T02:10:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>It's About Time -- Lillix</lj:music>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-11-01T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-01T22:06:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-01T22:06:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pretty Girl (The Way)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have dedicated the song Yellow by Coldplay to my lovah, Erik. Bitches.</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-10-30T15:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-30T19:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-30T19:14:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hurricane -- soco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047167311_esQuizidol.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8aed854)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-10-30T15:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-30T18:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-30T18:59:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday I went to Jess's volleyball game. They warmed up and I went into the 'foyer' and said hi to Mrs. Albertson. I looked to see if anyone I knew was getting on the late bus. No. You know who I was looking for... a certain blonde Jewish boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Joe's, who they were going against, was an hour late, so everyone was super tense. First varsity played three games and then left so they could get ready for the football game. Then when Jess and the frosh and Deanna played, they played two super fast games so they could get out of there. It was six before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Jess's house. We did our shiznit and went to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. We sat with Marissa and Zane and Brittany Young and (if she came over) Breana. Golden Boy was on the next row over, lucky moi. I was having a good time, keeping an eye out for Smoke Stack, when a bunch of middle schoolers appear. Jess and I made fun of them because they were rude (none of my friends). Then a bunch of football players from the M.S. walk by... and guees who's with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Erik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously... I can't even descrie it. I just remembered. I remembered why I had liked him so much. Every muscle in my body just tensed up. It was like the movies... Just suddenely, there was no one else. I don't want to wax poetical, but there is no other way to descrbie it. I couldn't breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was at the bottom of the bleachers. He and his friends were looking for seats. I grabbed Jess's shoulder and told her (rhyme?). She was like, "That kid? Hey, he's kinda cute." A step up from last year, when she said he was fugly. he grew his hair out a little, I dunno. But anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group started going up the steps where there's an empty bench a row over and above ours. As he walked up, I reached over Jess and said hi, and gave him a high five. Jess was cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I felt like I was lighting up. Like every pore in my body was moving and shifting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he left. A red herring. I was pretty curshed... But. It's ok. I knew he was somewhere, because his sister and mom were sitting behind me. Or if it wasn't, they looked a darn lot like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he came back after awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the game. It was great. I kept catcalling Jackie's brother. All in all, I had way too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, obviously irritated by the fact that I was too shy to approach Erik, dragged me over to him. What followed ranked with the best flirty conversations of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I won't wax poetical, buuuut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards I slept over Jess's and her brother was so checking me out... Muahaha. Just kidding. But he did ask who I was going to homecoming with, and complimented my dress, and... talked to me? Jess says that he's really mean to all of her other friends and nevertalks to them. It must have been my dress... and my hurr (hair)... magikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool sleepover. We watched Goldmember and Jess fell asleep really quickly. We woke up and ate gross french toast sticks. We turned up 96.5 louuuud and rapped along with Kanye and Ciara. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Jess is getting her hurr did. I am sitting here, and talking to Nora. And efore I talked to Jackie and Danielle. And felt very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is homecoming... Aaaah! Jess will be over soon to help me do my hurr. Then... who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah!</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-10-28T19:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-28T23:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-28T23:24:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coin-Operated Boy -- Dresden Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok... Smoke Stack got all up in my face TWICE today. Each time his nose was an inch from my nose, and then he drew back, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that is so cool.</content>
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    <title>i knew it</title>
    <published>2004-10-25T02:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-25T02:14:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>build me up buttercup</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Singinchik06/1046136544_sonalAlice.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Alice!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Alice in Wonderland! You are or will be a&lt;br&gt;drug addict who passes yourself off as a&lt;br&gt;functioning member of society. Maybe you just&lt;br&gt;love playing chess, and you work it into&lt;br&gt;everyday life. You're an enigmatic complexity,&lt;br&gt;very cheerful but a twisted psycho on the&lt;br&gt;inside. Maybe that's why I love you so much.&lt;br&gt;You'll also enjoy reading Through the Looking&lt;br&gt;Glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Singinchik06/quizzes/Which%20Piece%20of%20Classic%20Literature%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Piece of Classic Literature are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>if you dont like being hurt then get away</title>
    <published>2004-10-19T00:48:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-19T00:48:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>You're Gone -- Something Corporate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">three lines, a day late&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand your undertones&lt;br /&gt;of being around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so in love. i asked myself why *he* did this to me, but i know. i know i did this to me. i cried and prayed last night that erik wouldnt be a part of me anymore. that i would stop thinking about him. i took a shower to rinse it out of my skin. and it worked. today, when i saw him (not erik, but new boy) i felt the sensation of a bubble getting bigger in my gut and pushing everything away. my knees shook. i felt great. thank god for small miracles.</content>
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    <title>something corporate is an amazing band</title>
    <published>2004-10-09T15:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-09T15:43:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>der</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SOMETHING CORPORATE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Space"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, is this the quiet place where you should be alone?&lt;br /&gt;Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I can tell this isn't you, your cover's blown&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, don't you dare hang up this phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, give me space so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;Give me space so I can sleep&lt;br /&gt;Give me space so you can drown in this with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this place&lt;br /&gt;The lonely escapade in outer space&lt;br /&gt;There's no antidote for irony you say &lt;br /&gt;that you have, when you know that you don't&lt;br /&gt;and you say, that you can, when you know that you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, give me space so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;Give me space so I can sleep&lt;br /&gt;Give me space so you can drown in this with me&lt;br /&gt;Hey, give me space but I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Give me space but I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one inch I swear that's all I'll need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These padded walls and TV screens&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they make me want to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, give me space so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;Give me space so I can sleep&lt;br /&gt;Give me space so you can drown in this with me&lt;br /&gt;Hey, give me space but I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Give me space but I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one inch I swear that's all I'll need</content>
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    <title>the perks of being a wallflower</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T23:07:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T23:07:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Drama Summer -- The Starting Line</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines &lt;br /&gt;he wrote a poem &lt;br /&gt;And he called it "Chops" &lt;br /&gt;because that was the name of his dog&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it was all about&lt;br /&gt;And his teacher gave him an A&lt;br /&gt;and a gold star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his mother hung it on the kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;and read it to his aunts&lt;br /&gt;That was the year that Father Tracy&lt;br /&gt;took all the kids to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;And he let them sing on the bus&lt;br /&gt;And his little sister was born&lt;br /&gt;with tiny toenails and no hair&lt;br /&gt;And his mother and father kissed a lot&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner sent him a &lt;br /&gt;valentine signed with a row of X's&lt;br /&gt;and he had to ask his father what the X's meant&lt;br /&gt;And his father always tucked him in bed at night&lt;br /&gt;And was always there to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines&lt;br /&gt;he wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;And he called it "Autumn"&lt;br /&gt;because that was the name of the season&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it was all about&lt;br /&gt;And his teacher gave him an A&lt;br /&gt;and asked him to write more clearly&lt;br /&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;because of its new paint&lt;br /&gt;And the kids told him&lt;br /&gt;that Father Tracy smoked cigars&lt;br /&gt;And left butts on the pews&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes they would burn holes&lt;br /&gt;That was the year his sister got glasses&lt;br /&gt;with thick lenses and black frames&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;And the kids told him why&lt;br /&gt;his mother and father kissed a lot&lt;br /&gt;And his father never tucked him in bed at night&lt;br /&gt;And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on a paper torn from his notebook&lt;br /&gt;he wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he called it "Innocence: A Question"&lt;br /&gt;because that was the question about his girl&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it was all about&lt;br /&gt;And his professor gave him an A&lt;br /&gt;and a strange steady look&lt;br /&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her&lt;br /&gt;That was the year that Father Tracy died&lt;br /&gt;And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went&lt;br /&gt;And he caught his sister making out on the back porch&lt;br /&gt;And his mother and father never kissed or even talked&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup &lt;br /&gt;That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed&lt;br /&gt;his father snoring soundly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why on the back of a brown paper bag&lt;br /&gt;he tried another poem&lt;br /&gt;And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what it was really all about&lt;br /&gt;And he gave himself an A&lt;br /&gt;and a slash on each damned wrist&lt;br /&gt;And he hung it on the bathroom door &lt;br /&gt;because this time he didn't think&lt;br /&gt;he could reach the kitchen.</content>
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    <title>non-self-hate</title>
    <published>2004-09-28T20:08:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-28T20:08:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>If You C Jordan -- SoCo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Jordan has ever so kindly brought it to my attention that Sean Keenan, Steve Cullen, and Rob Wilson hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever would I do without him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I shouldn't rag on Jordan, he was really nice to me. I'm just in a shitty mood right now.</content>
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    <title>lostinawhisper @ 2004-09-27T18:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T22:25:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T22:25:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pretty Girl -- Sugarcult</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm going to actually wear my glasses from now on. I actually feel really emo when I wear them... and today a bunch of emo kids actually condescended to talk to moi. Maybe I do have a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... I shall wear...PIGTAILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for breakfast... we shall eat... LOW-CARB MUFFINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight... we will watch... BECKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I actually hate Becker. I kind of stole that from MAD magazine. I hope they don't sue me, and then make fat jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOVE the song Pretty Girl (The Way) by Sugarcult. In fact, I love Sugarcult. I want to marry the lead singer, Tim, and have his Timlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Becker! I mean, dinner.</content>
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