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  <title>Andy Van Berkum</title>
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    <name>Andy Van Berkum</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-11T05:36:53Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:83202</id>
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    <title>My day Today, 2: the Quickening</title>
    <published>2009-11-11T05:36:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-11T05:36:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woke up at 7, got my coffee on.&amp;nbsp; This is lame and will probably end in a heart attack.&amp;nbsp; Maybe quit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job interview went well, I&amp;nbsp;think.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;felt a little like Jack Torrence, as it was just a guided tour of the grounds.&amp;nbsp; It was very, very...&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't know what the word is.&amp;nbsp; Like, a fabric store, except a Staples distribution warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I&amp;nbsp;drove to Tri-State Nursing.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;drank a disgusting flavored Mountain Dew along the way.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;peed in the cup, and washed my hands, and the nurse was peevish.&amp;nbsp; For I&amp;nbsp;was not supposed to wash my hands.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;was allowed to drink exactly two and a half cups of water.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;did better the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day.&amp;nbsp; Walking around Staples and peeing in cups.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:83123</id>
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    <title>My day today.</title>
    <published>2009-11-10T05:47:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-10T05:48:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks Stephanie!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;got your letter and postcard today and they are delightful.&amp;nbsp; I will write you a letter too before the night is through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I&amp;nbsp;had an interview at Target, for which I&amp;nbsp;got the job.&amp;nbsp; It's seasonal with the possibility that I&amp;nbsp;will be hired on to continue employment.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards I&amp;nbsp;stopped at a new thrift store I discovered, where I&amp;nbsp;purchased a winter hat and two pair of argyle socks.&amp;nbsp; Then I&amp;nbsp;went to a Chinese/Vietnamese restaurant and ordered food.&amp;nbsp; Then I&amp;nbsp;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have another interview at Staples in the morning, and the UPS called for another seasonal job.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably take the Staples job if I&amp;nbsp;get that, just because it isn't seasonal.&amp;nbsp; The next job I&amp;nbsp;have I'll probably stay with for a while.&amp;nbsp; If I&amp;nbsp;don't get it on the spot, I&amp;nbsp;have to drive back to Sioux City to take a drug test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so anxious to get my own place and decorate it, make it homey.&amp;nbsp; Anybody can come over any time and crash.&amp;nbsp; I'll have a coffee table, so the possibilities are pretty much unlimited.&amp;nbsp; There are so many things you can do on or with a table.&amp;nbsp; You can even talk about the table itself if it's interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally filed my fafsa at fafsa.com instead of fafsa.edu.gov, and they charged me $75 and took my credit card number and Social Security number.&amp;nbsp; I wrote them an email asking for a refund.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't know my own charges, so when I&amp;nbsp;look at my bank statement, I&amp;nbsp;can't really tell if someone is stealing from me or not.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna be keeping an eye out these next couple of weeks!</content>
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    <title>Proud o' my big sis.</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T04:44:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T04:44:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Driving Me Backwards" - Brian Eno</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/MegansPaintings/newdrawing018.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&amp;nbsp; She's only really just started painting, too.&amp;nbsp; Amazing!&amp;nbsp; Dunno if I&amp;nbsp;was supposed to share, as she showed it to me in private.&amp;nbsp; (Somebody tell me if that's wrong to do for some reason.)&amp;nbsp; I can only hope to be half as good as her if I&amp;nbsp;ever start painting.&amp;nbsp; Somebody needs to be hiring that girl...putting her through college for free or something.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>:L</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T04:58:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T04:58:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>heater</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been going to the thrift stores a lot lately.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrift stores around here are really, really good.&amp;nbsp; So far I've raked in a killing, and I will recap &lt;strong&gt;(please read)&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellow crushed velvet rocking chair.&amp;nbsp; Kind of hard to explain how awesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dialite clock from Westclox which glows reddish orange at night.&lt;br /&gt;3. Today I&amp;nbsp;bought an electric candelabra.&amp;nbsp; These are kind of a dime a dozen, but it's pleasant to read Dracula comics by.&lt;br /&gt;4. Today I&amp;nbsp;bought one of those exercise machines which is like, handlebars hooked to a coil hooked to pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the thrift store said that people buy those things and never use them.&amp;nbsp; And I&amp;nbsp;told her I never get any exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A print of some famous painting about collecting oysters on the beach.&amp;nbsp; It's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;6. Comic books&lt;br /&gt;7. Other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about what my sister would say if I&amp;nbsp;wanted to go back to Milwaukee today.&amp;nbsp; I've had an extreme calming down these past...ten months.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;never want to be this...psychologically raped again as long as I&amp;nbsp;live.&amp;nbsp; There were moments where I&amp;nbsp;was literally trying to rip my hair out of my head.&amp;nbsp; I do not like being controlled.&amp;nbsp; Though I&amp;nbsp;do wish there was someone I&amp;nbsp;could trust to tell me exactly when to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become a thrift store junkie.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;just want to go back tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I've really got nothing else to do.&amp;nbsp; Maybe go to the one in Le Mars, or travel to Sioux Center and see what they've got.&amp;nbsp; So bored.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't know what else they could possibly have that I&amp;nbsp;need.&amp;nbsp; I've been looking for sweaters.&amp;nbsp; There's all kinds of cool shit -- I&amp;nbsp;just don't need it.&amp;nbsp; There's gotta be &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; though.&amp;nbsp; Something to be my special friend during this crisis of my life.&amp;nbsp; A new friend every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I have learned this year, it's that there are people who will just be there for you.&amp;nbsp; Who love you and are your friends.&amp;nbsp; It's really amazing.&amp;nbsp; People like Stephanie!&amp;nbsp; Who I&amp;nbsp;got another package from today with cool prizes.&amp;nbsp; Back to my old self again?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Midwest Metal RAWR!!! 666!</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T18:33:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T20:04:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Silence" Layaways</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I&amp;nbsp;got up the gumption to go by myself to a show that was advertised last night, Midwest Metal in Sioux City.&amp;nbsp; There was much Halloweening going down on Historic 4th Street.&amp;nbsp; (No idea why it's historic.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;thought about it driving there yesterday and thought...maybe it was Sioux City's first 2-way street.)&amp;nbsp; Not long after I&amp;nbsp;sat down at a table with my Bud Light, when what to my dazzling eyes did appear, but Jess!&amp;nbsp; She had come to see Rich's band play.&amp;nbsp; This was a very good thing, or I&amp;nbsp;would have ended up sitting by myself at that table all night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the strip club.&amp;nbsp; Jess works there and we were going to bowl.&amp;nbsp; But she didn't like the looks of the characters in the back.&amp;nbsp; It was weird for me, because I'd driven past a few days before and told myself I'd never go in a strip club, not for me, and then someone asks me and I'm like, &amp;quot;Okay!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; How fish-out-of-water did I&amp;nbsp;look, I&amp;nbsp;wonder.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;wonder if that's the last time I ever go to a strip club.&amp;nbsp; Probably.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;think it was a good thing to see at least once, definitely not what I&amp;nbsp;expected.&amp;nbsp; This particular strip club was so dense and small, it kind of reminded me of people crowded together on fold-out chairs in somebody's back yard.&amp;nbsp; Jess eventually got called in to work and I&amp;nbsp;drove home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not a bad Halloween.&amp;nbsp; Better than sleeping at home, I&amp;nbsp;guess.&amp;nbsp; Though sleeping at home I&amp;nbsp;would have had more opportunities to imagine pumpkins and witches flying across the hallowed moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the show was being picketed by Christians with &amp;quot;Christ Died For Your Sins&amp;quot; signs.&amp;nbsp; Which, of course, only had the effect of adding atmosphere to the evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH...and I&amp;nbsp;went to the Goodwill yesterday and they had tons of comics, in book form, in mint condition.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't get them all, but I&amp;nbsp;picked up&lt;em&gt; Watchmen, Ultimate X-Men &amp;quot;Magnetic North&amp;quot;, Ultimate X-Men &amp;quot;Ultimate War&amp;quot;, Ultimate Spider-Man &amp;quot;Ultimate Six&amp;quot;, and Essential the Tomb of Dracula.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't really read comics, but I&amp;nbsp;thought they seemed interesting.&amp;nbsp; The lady at the counter was like, &amp;quot;You must like comics.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; And I&amp;nbsp;said, &amp;quot;No, just thought I'd give it a try.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; And I&amp;nbsp;bought a hat with a furry bob on the top.&amp;nbsp; It says PNM around it and I&amp;nbsp;don't know what that means, but I&amp;nbsp;can make something up.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's a new rite of manhood.</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T18:15:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-30T18:15:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"I Just Don't Give a Fuck"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://extratv.warnerbros.com/2009/07/wife_burns_hubbys_privates_for.php?adid=su102909"&gt;extratv.warnerbros.com/2009/07/wife_burns_hubbys_privates_for.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;feel less alone this morning.&amp;nbsp; And I&amp;nbsp;have a headache.&amp;nbsp; Think I'm getting sick. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I went to ShopKo today.</title>
    <published>2009-10-29T23:55:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-29T23:55:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Funtime" Iggy Pop</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;wanted to apply for a job.&amp;nbsp; Their sign outside said to apply at the kiosk inside.&amp;nbsp; The kiosk was from 1979.&amp;nbsp; It didn't work.&amp;nbsp; So after like, two minutes, I&amp;nbsp;got up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a total bust, though!&amp;nbsp; I stopped by Hillview Park on the way and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/sunflowers.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/100_1694.jpg" style="width: 569px; height: 496px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/100_1692.jpg" style="width: 708px; height: 768px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/100_1687.jpg" style="width: 580px; height: 472px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="438" height="533" src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/100_1702.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/100_1685.jpg" style="width: 539px; height: 416px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/100_1695.jpg" style="width: 663px; height: 320px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Brag</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T22:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T22:38:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">97 percentile Reading, 98 percentile English, 92 percentile Math.&amp;nbsp; Shit's goin' down, dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for classes.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Aaand...I already had a credit in Composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!</content>
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    <title>More for you!</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T07:07:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T07:07:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"You Go To My Head" Billie Holliday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;got the call back from Bamboo Village about being their Chinese food delivery boy.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;could live with this.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;wonder if they would pay for gas.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't know how that works.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;would hope...they would pay for gas...&amp;nbsp; 'Cause otherwise I'll end up losing money to work for someone, which just wouldn't seem right.&amp;nbsp; But then again, maybe most of the time I'll just be sitting there eating Chinese food.&amp;nbsp; That would kind of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll decorate my car with Bamboo Village paraphernalia and everyone will say, &amp;quot;There it is.&amp;nbsp; The Bamboo Village car.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I&amp;nbsp;go to WIT for my meeting with the adviser.&amp;nbsp; Don't really want to do any of this.&amp;nbsp; Want to find a girlfriend and go live wherever she is.</content>
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    <title>All Hail the Taffy Queen!</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T06:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T06:19:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I&amp;nbsp;received yet another lovely package from xstephanigox with delightful rolls and taffy and other baked goods.&amp;nbsp; And an awesome pin which I&amp;nbsp;put on my jacket which says &amp;quot;R. FOR RABID&amp;quot; so everyone will get the picture right off the bat. :)&amp;nbsp; Thanks Stephanie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is the day of The Big Exam, as I&amp;nbsp;like to call it.&amp;nbsp; Even though I&amp;nbsp;haven't had anybody to call it that to since I&amp;nbsp;applied.&amp;nbsp; It would have been intriguing to them; it's a shame.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't know how well I'll do, but as Stephanie and I have been discussing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;TRYING IS SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;went to WIT today to see if they had computer practice exams, and they ended up giving me the same stack of practice tests I&amp;nbsp;already had.&amp;nbsp; I turned around and drove all the way back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>:L</title>
    <published>2009-10-20T18:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-20T18:21:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Why Do I Feel" Shaggs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I applied for college the other day.&amp;nbsp; I have an appointment on Thursday and must take an entrance exam for placement.&amp;nbsp; I don't have exceedingly high hopes for this, but I'll try.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to go down there today and see if I&amp;nbsp;can find some practice stuff on their computer systems -- I&amp;nbsp;think they're supposed to have practice stuff.&amp;nbsp; And go apply for some jobs.&amp;nbsp; Mayhaps I&amp;nbsp;will move to Sioux City when this is all through while I attend school and work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayhaps not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;need to take a shower.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;had really intense dreams this morning.&amp;nbsp; I hate how, in my dreams, I&amp;nbsp;feel so intensely, but then when I&amp;nbsp;wake up I&amp;nbsp;start criticizing my own ability to feel and don't feel as strongly anymore, when I know those feelings must have been real. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I&amp;nbsp;was thinking about Callie and Pup and it's always been confusing to me as to how I&amp;nbsp;should feel, because maybe they survived.&amp;nbsp; But then I&amp;nbsp;realized I&amp;nbsp;just wished they were here now.</content>
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    <title>So?</title>
    <published>2009-10-15T15:47:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T19:30:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Kodachrome" Paul Simon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been having terrible dreams.&amp;nbsp; They aren't terrible as such in your general nightmarish sort of way.&amp;nbsp; The feeling is just one of abysmal detachment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorative porcelain drinking fountains for sale, crudely made to look like Donald Duck...spraying some innocent girl off my lawn with a high pressure hose while telling her &amp;quot;No shit allowed.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; More examples of which I&amp;nbsp;daren't even speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how filthy the air in this house is.&amp;nbsp; I stay in my bedroom with the window open, though it's starting to freeze outside.&amp;nbsp; There is a room in this house that is blocked off.&amp;nbsp; It has been for a few years.&amp;nbsp; The trees outside scraped a hole in the roof, and my dad never bothered to fix it.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;think &amp;quot;vile&amp;quot; would be the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite prepared for this house to explode.&amp;nbsp; I've come to terms with that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to go down to WIT, maybe today, and see about taking some classes.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't help to write in this journal, because it makes it feel as though I&amp;nbsp;have some sort of connection to the outside world, when it is my hellish desperation that is motivating me onward.&amp;nbsp; I've never felt like I've truly gotten the opportunity to bemoan my lot in life, which I&amp;nbsp;think holds me back a bit.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;live in a world of shit, and I&amp;nbsp;hardly complain at all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;suppose if I&amp;nbsp;could even complain, it would be as though I&amp;nbsp;was actually doing fine.&amp;nbsp; And then you have to take into account all of the people who just don't give a shit, and I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't, but I'm in a worse mess.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;guess when your life has been as unfair as mine has (boo hoo, yeah yeah)...you start to wonder if it isn't some kind of curse or endurance test.&amp;nbsp; It's like I'm constantly getting fucked over just for being the way I&amp;nbsp;am.&amp;nbsp; Or I've always given myself over to people who are horrible for me, always for their benefit, never for mine.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's different now...maybe I'll start running into people who actually care about me and have concern for my well-being in a real way.&amp;nbsp; But then, you get so lonely...it's like, nothing matters except being around someone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...I&amp;nbsp;suppose there is just no telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Addendum: Went to the Salvation Army and saw a porcelain Donald Duck lid only to a cookie jar.&amp;nbsp; Premonition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:80372</id>
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    <title>Callie Died...</title>
    <published>2009-10-11T19:07:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-11T19:07:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What makes a cat special?&amp;nbsp; Their personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...last night, I&amp;nbsp;was laying down in bed and Callie came into my room.&amp;nbsp; She started peeing in my bed, and I&amp;nbsp;got pee on my foot.&amp;nbsp; I was like, &amp;quot;What is going on?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Why would my foot suddenly be warm, besides pee?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; But it was pee, of course.&amp;nbsp; There's no mistaking it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why does a pee in bed precede a death?&amp;nbsp; I don't know -- I&amp;nbsp;figured she just had to pee. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she climbed up on my keyboard, and as I&amp;nbsp;lay there, she stared at me. &amp;nbsp;It was a strange gaze, in retrospect as if she was getting a last look at me.&amp;nbsp; I set her on the floor and she went to sleep.&amp;nbsp; The last I&amp;nbsp;saw of her, she was moving her legs and making happy noises, like she was running after a mouse or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was 17 years old...&amp;nbsp; Which is something like...400 years old in cat years.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:79967</id>
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    <title>A Morning to Rant</title>
    <published>2009-10-09T17:22:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-09T17:22:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Who Are You" Void</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Barack Obama is a very important person and he won a prize.&amp;nbsp; Just to remind you that the president is a very important person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the prizes for all the people who work hard every day of their lives?&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, they don't need prizes.&amp;nbsp; Because they're fucking grown-ups.&amp;nbsp; Homeless Vietnam vets...&amp;nbsp; But the president won a prize!!&amp;nbsp; What an exciting day!!&amp;nbsp; Let's all hold hands and dance in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait...it's just a prize.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;wonder what he makes of it.&amp;nbsp; Whoever dismantles the Nobel Peace Prize and gives that money to charity...should win the Nobel Peace Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prize motivates smart people to do good things.&amp;nbsp; All smart people want is money and recognition.&amp;nbsp; No, they get exactly what they deserve.&amp;nbsp; And so do homeless Vietnam vets.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUUUUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this world is completely fucked up.&amp;nbsp; But there's nothing you can do about it.&amp;nbsp; Because you're not going to try.&amp;nbsp; Because you don't give a fuck.&amp;nbsp; Because you're a lying fucking hypocrite.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not talking to you, Good People Who Read My Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;had a job interview at the Goodwill yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Hope I&amp;nbsp;get the job!&amp;nbsp; It was another night of &lt;em&gt;So You Wanna Fight?&lt;/em&gt; at Marty's.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>More From the Weird Dreams Dept.</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T16:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-07T16:01:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Rabbit Fighter" T. Rex</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Baby boy sitting on roof of shed.&amp;nbsp; Me and this old man try to explain to the baby that it's in danger.&amp;nbsp; Then the baby clutches its head and is like, &amp;quot;That will make the voices stop?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; And throws himself off the shed.&amp;nbsp; His head smacks the blacktop below...but he's still alive.&amp;nbsp; It was comical, because the baby seemed so uninterested after landing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:79573</id>
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    <title>Shlepy</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T05:45:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-07T05:45:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Something Goes Wrong Again" Buzzcocks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Went over to Jess and Marty's today, to go to a PTA with Jess.&amp;nbsp; We watched a video, colored, and the teachers danced to a song and we clapped.&amp;nbsp; It was really fun.&amp;nbsp; Jess won a scarecrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty has a weird hat.&amp;nbsp; It's like a furry hunting cap.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:79304</id>
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    <title>No need to panic.</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T18:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-06T18:54:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think that, perhaps, I&amp;nbsp;have tapped into that part of the human psyche that registers absolute disbelief.&amp;nbsp; It's nightmarish; it truly is.&amp;nbsp; I can only hope that it keeps revolving, as I&amp;nbsp;make my way through this circle of Hell.&amp;nbsp; Everything moves like clockwork here, accidentally, or purely naturally, attacking me.&amp;nbsp; It no longer burns, but it doesn't stop. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I&amp;nbsp;have only recently acknowledged that it might just be a passing thing.&amp;nbsp; Before I'd always assumed.&amp;nbsp; It's been months now, without food or water, nourishment of any kind.&amp;nbsp; Will it ever vanish?&amp;nbsp; Or will my emotions vanish first?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a battle to the death, or will it simply...float away...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:79014</id>
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    <title>Things</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T00:46:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-06T00:46:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Juste un pur de something...no pub?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/everybodyssmart.png" style="width: 347px; height: 462px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a snowglobe.&amp;nbsp; Which tells the date.&amp;nbsp; And you can put money in the back.&amp;nbsp; Notice the twin towers.&amp;nbsp; How can I&amp;nbsp;forget now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss156/neonspectraltoast/cat.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a cat I&amp;nbsp;got before.&amp;nbsp; LOL HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:78683</id>
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    <title>It may be anticlimactic.</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T23:39:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T23:39:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Weird Fishes/Arpeggi Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's strange how people don't let you live things down, but I&amp;nbsp;don't think anybody's to blame.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;wonder if people can even help but take any opportunity to elevate themselves.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;wonder if I'm even cognizant of things I&amp;nbsp;don't let people live down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;drove to Sioux City AGAIN today and bought the monitor.&amp;nbsp; And something else, which I'll photograph later.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;little something special.</content>
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    <title>Yeah, Sure, I'd Like to Have Children Someday</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T22:13:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T22:13:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Home is Where We Hide" Middle Class</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I drove to Sioux City today.&amp;nbsp; Down back roads...&amp;nbsp; Need to take a camera next time.&amp;nbsp; Looking for computer monitor, many people with anti-abortion signs standing at side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually found computer monitor.&amp;nbsp; Didn't buy it, because I forgot that I&amp;nbsp;have computer monitor cables.&amp;nbsp; Didn't feel like carrying it to the counter.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:78194</id>
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    <title>So Fuzzy</title>
    <published>2009-10-03T07:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-03T07:30:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jess and I&amp;nbsp;did laundry tonight.&amp;nbsp; We played Mrs. Pacman and I&amp;nbsp;got all the way to the banana.&amp;nbsp; Very good for someone who rarely plays Mrs. Pacman.&amp;nbsp; They've had the same tabletop Mrs. Pacman at the laundromat since I&amp;nbsp;was a kid.&amp;nbsp; I find that kind of strange.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;suppose...they just own it.&amp;nbsp; It seems as though the owners would have changed over the years, though.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps someone owned it and left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went in the bar to play pinball and pass the time, and Jess selected the song that goes &amp;quot;fuck you very much&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; It was a little scary, what with all the &amp;quot;small town&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;strangers surrounding us.&amp;nbsp; (I&amp;nbsp;don't mean to judge falsely.)&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;switch from the regular country music.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;little bit scary around here, anyway...&amp;nbsp; I can't tell if people are strangers or not.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't recognize any faces, but people change so much.&amp;nbsp; Jess was playing pinball, and this guy who was leaving said, &amp;quot;I wish I&amp;nbsp;was that pinball machine.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; That doesn't make any sense, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Marty and Jess's, and Aaron was there!&amp;nbsp; So that was cool.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>*shrug*</title>
    <published>2009-10-02T07:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-02T07:43:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"I Might Be Wrong" Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Marty, Mike, and I&amp;nbsp;hung out for a little while tonight.&amp;nbsp; First, we watched Pink Floyd/Wizard of Oz.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;pretty good idea to make a soundtrack to Wizard of Oz.&amp;nbsp; They should have made a follow up, though.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;suppose someone could do the rest...it'd have to be perfect, though.&amp;nbsp; Not that the aforementioned could necessarily be determined to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toto reminded me of Pup.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;wonder if they're the same kind of dog -- I&amp;nbsp;think they might be. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a commercial for something called the Pain Patch -- it was a recall.&amp;nbsp; They were recalling a Pain Patch.&amp;nbsp; It was like, duh...of course no one wants to wear a patch that brings them pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched...I&amp;nbsp;think it was called...&lt;em&gt;So You Want to Fight?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Which is completely disorganized boxing.&amp;nbsp; It's not like...Ultimate Fighting or anything.&amp;nbsp; It's like, what you always want to see if you're watching boxing but never get to...people wildly throwing punches, hoping they'll land.&amp;nbsp; Pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Scary Halloween Dream</title>
    <published>2009-10-01T06:37:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-01T06:37:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Street Spirit"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's a dark and stormy night.&amp;nbsp; The kind that come just before Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little anxious to get in bed and listen to the storm.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrewjvb:77312</id>
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    <title>Kid Gets Beaten To Death, No One Cares</title>
    <published>2009-09-28T22:25:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-28T22:25:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything is sensationalized to the point where it doesn't even mean anything anymore.&amp;nbsp; Human life is just...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just saw a kid getting beaten to death on CNN.&amp;nbsp; No, children getting beaten to death -- that's not too reprehensible for the viewing public.&amp;nbsp; Let's not instill any sense in the public that this is something abhorrent.&amp;nbsp; Let's just listen to some talking head heartlessly repeat &amp;quot;This is terrible.&amp;nbsp; This is horrible.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Everybody's been brainwashed!</content>
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    <title>Having Some Gags Together</title>
    <published>2009-09-27T06:12:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-27T15:45:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm tired as a box of rocks.&amp;nbsp; Today I&amp;nbsp;babysat Dimi for an hour or so.&amp;nbsp; He is dressing up as Luigi for Halloween.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;may have the opportunity to be Mario if I&amp;nbsp;can afford the costume by Halloween.&amp;nbsp; I look nothing like Mario, however.&amp;nbsp; Later on in the evening I hung out with Marty.&amp;nbsp; We had some gags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum&amp;nbsp; My dad hooked a laser pointer onto my keychain, which I&amp;nbsp;used to try to signal a plane at 30,000ft.&amp;nbsp; Marty warned me not to, or it might send a real laser down to blast me.</content>
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