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  <title>How wonderful for you.</title>
  <subtitle>Dara Vanny</subtitle>
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    <name>Dara Vanny</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-09T21:29:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:13971</id>
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    <title>To someone random;</title>
    <published>2008-06-09T21:29:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-09T21:29:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish you weren't such a pretentious douchebag. I really do. Because I liked you and you were great to be around. And then all this stuck-uppery happened. Well, not really happened. It was there, but I liked you enough to excuse that. Ugh. That's all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:13815</id>
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    <title>How interesting.</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T20:46:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T20:46:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am much more forgiving now that I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really growing up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:13516</id>
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    <title>Ouch.</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T09:51:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T09:09:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am at a loss for words. I am struggling between spilling it all and swallowing it whole. &lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous how many songs I've been downloading. &lt;br /&gt;RWAR, I've become a pirate.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:13147</id>
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    <title>Blogging</title>
    <published>2007-12-03T17:23:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-03T17:23:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Somehow, I can't find myself to be comfortable blogging in LJ. I don't think I even need to blog at all since I actually have a hard journal. But still, I find myself with the urge to blog and a yearn to do it elsewhere.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:12930</id>
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    <title>Dara Facts.</title>
    <published>2007-11-07T16:47:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-10T08:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My good friend Mimi had a list of random facts about her in her profile, and it sorta inspired me to create a list myself. I decided to no longer post in this journal unless it's a photo post or a Dara fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After reading &lt;u&gt;Animal Farm,&lt;/u&gt; Dara has no guilt when eating pork whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Dara is afraid of fish, although she is slowly trying to defeat that weak phobia. She can't help it that they're horribly creepy and disgusting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. She still believes chivalry exists. Somewhere, mostly in the South.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Most people forgive and forget, in rather important situations, she does neither. Thus meaning, Dara can and will hold grudges that could last a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Dara loves bedsheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Broccoli is her favorite vegetable, and then well cooked asparagus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. She is a Potato fiend and Cheese fiend. Mashed together is awesome as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. She likes rich wine colors, teal, and yellow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. The&amp;nbsp;idea of Twyla Tharp terrifies her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:12627</id>
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    <title>Mr. Earthquake</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T07:52:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T07:52:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You have bad timing.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:12009</id>
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    <title>How would this work...</title>
    <published>2007-10-23T19:23:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T19:23:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if details are hidden away?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:11752</id>
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    <title>It seems..</title>
    <published>2007-10-22T18:44:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T18:44:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lots of people are keeping secrets lately. Mmhm.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:11381</id>
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    <title>Love Me If You Dare</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T20:28:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T20:28:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Jenn Vu&amp;nbsp;(and I suppose Tim, because it came from him) have good tastes in movies. Lol. Most confusing film ever for me, but it had the romance fix I was looking for. Are you game? Hahah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I realize that I only eat McDonalds in San Jose. I absolutely refuse to walk to McDonalds in SF, although it's not very far. I don't particularly crave it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bboy event yesterday in Milpitas was fuckin' awesome. I loved watching everyone dancing. There were mostly Bboys and Lockers. And the majority of girls that were participating were lockers. There was this cutie that did a set on a chair. There were competetions that eliminated teams down to Intelligent Jive and Head Hunters. And of course the Head Hunters won because A) they were better and more experienced B) Lol, the judges were apart of the crew (but we didn't discover that until later).&amp;nbsp; One of the judges was actually missing a&amp;nbsp; leg, and he performed as well, it was impressive; did better than most of the weaker crews. I&amp;nbsp;really &amp;nbsp;liked the lockers at this event, they were all so...Happy! They were fun to watch because they were having so much fun. Perfomance points, fasho.&amp;nbsp;The event was a tribute to Naytron's (the host) sister who recently passed away (RIP).&amp;nbsp; I think that was incredible of Naytron to do, that's sibling love right there. Thanks Jenn Vu for taking me :). We're definetly doing it again, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back and study popping again, Lol. One day I'll join the competetion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:11249</id>
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    <title>Wahwowahwah!</title>
    <published>2007-10-05T02:44:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T16:00:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/SF%20Zoo/IMG_0615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SF Zoo is free every first Wednesday of the month. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later, maybe :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been having a wonderful week so far. I got A's on a critical thinking quiz and my fables and tales midterm. I finished homework early. I've been really productive. I've finished my reading for psych early (oh shit!). I've written a few letters to friends I've missed. And I plan to write more. And well, I always spend time with Kenny so that's always good. I'm gonna change his life :o. Haha, just kidding, I don' t know about that. I just need to start dancing. I also take a lot of naps, but that doesn't interfere with anything.&amp;nbsp; I had to yell at my mom last night for the cell phone bill, it was rather funny.&amp;nbsp; Mmmhm.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:10824</id>
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    <title>I'm so excited.</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T22:06:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T22:06:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to start dancing again soon! Yes! Dance Mission has Allan Frias teaching hip hop. Funkanometry on Sundays. Fusion has workshops on campus, I think. And the fitness center has workshops as well! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm hella attending SF Hiphop Dancefest this year. Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for finding dance friends! School is getting much better.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:10251</id>
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    <title>Day After.</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T17:54:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T17:54:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a wonderful birthday. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:9915</id>
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    <title>For my birthday.</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T03:44:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T03:44:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've decided that I'm going to bake myself a cake. I like chocolate, so it'll be a one layered chocolate cake. With vanilla frosting. And sprinkles. Cause I love sprinkles. And I'll decorate it with gel and multicolored icing. I'll set it down on the floor of my room, and blow out the candles and then eat it. The whole thing. By myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sucks having your birthday in a city where you feel alone away from your family and friends on a Monday, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Till then.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:9639</id>
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    <title>Power to the Peaceful</title>
    <published>2007-09-09T06:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-10T01:09:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Today Kenny, Jordan, and I attended Power to the Peaceful at Goldgen Gate Park. It was a larrrrrggggeeeee hippie event. It was fun actually. We arrived when the Lifesavas started performing. And I must say that the Lifesavas restored my faith in hip hop. They are great performers with sick beats and lyrics. I had chills watching them, I don't know why though. Hahah, it was great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In San Francisco, a household containing 6 or more female residents is consider a brothel.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was hilarious. But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out hippies love hip hop, how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat special cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Do not eat special cookies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Power to the People   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I finally found out how to use a cut!"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0523.jpg" /&gt;Lifesavas.&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0529.jpg" /&gt;There were booths like this everywhere. &lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0530.jpg" /&gt;Hula Hoop.&lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0531.jpg" /&gt;Rainbow top caught my attention.&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" height="800" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was doing the nazi salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0536.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman passing out flyers regarding 9-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0538-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jugglers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0541-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to do this sort of yoga with kenny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked like she was enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0550-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved these booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" height="450" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a giant milk carton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="600" height="800" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s145/daravanny/IMG_0562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my first LJ cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Oh boy.</title>
    <published>2007-09-06T17:27:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-06T17:27:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You're breaking my heart with each passing day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:9108</id>
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    <title>Why I don't talk to you as much.</title>
    <published>2007-09-04T05:25:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-04T05:25:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I get annoyed when a simple question is asked and a long exhausted lectured response is given. Not to mention digressed. Keep it simple stupid.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:8722</id>
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    <title>I'm glad to have math.</title>
    <published>2007-09-01T06:55:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-01T06:55:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A silly thing of me to say considering how poorly I perform in the subject. Hahaha. I have remedial math. Yes, I am a dumbass. But hell, it's easy and this time around I think I'm gonna go about actually learning it. Although it would have to be on my own because my Algebra 1 teacher speaks english as a second language and no one in the class understands him. And it's hilarious. I've been laughing my ass off in the class, and hell, I enjoy it. How silly that I look forward to math now. Now if only my other classes weren't awkward and mundane. Yucky! There's going to be a meteor shower this morning, don't miss it loves. It's around three thirty to five thirty. Can't say much about the college experience. It's slowly getting better.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Awaiting Tuesday.</title>
    <published>2007-08-20T20:09:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T16:02:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I looked at my packed belongings and my mother's bedroom door.&amp;nbsp; I worry for her and realize that I will insanely miss her. I suppose I'll miss my brother as well, when he was being decent. It's funny how we have actual, serious conversations when either of us moves away. We never really talk at any other time, other than to have him insult me. Young punks, right? He wasn't around much otherwise. Neither were the other kids in this house. I'm tired and I think I've packed too much. That line between necessity and luxury blurred while I was packing away my things. But that's alright, I'm going back to sort them all through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till then.</content>
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    <title>Greetings from Jacksonville</title>
    <published>2007-08-12T14:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-12T14:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The weather here is insane and ridiculous. High in the eighties and nineties all day, from morning to night. And there was rain, thunder, and lightning also thrown in the mix. Not much of a vacation. I'm just anticipating my moving out when I return to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many white/black folks here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:8040</id>
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    <title>Oh mama.</title>
    <published>2007-08-01T01:58:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-01T01:58:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just because you lost 20 pounds due to your depression does not mean you get to call me a pig. Kaythanks.</content>
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    <title>rhapsodistdara @ 2007-07-25T17:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T00:08:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T00:08:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Holy crap. Books for college are damn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for next months rent, LMFAO.</content>
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    <title>Each passing day allows me to realize that</title>
    <published>2007-07-23T04:02:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-23T04:02:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't like many people.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:7299</id>
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    <title>Keeping a journal is keeping me sane.</title>
    <published>2007-07-01T08:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T16:03:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging, but that really doesn't matter much. &lt;br /&gt;I feel relieved to have a journal I can write in. &lt;br /&gt;I miss writing to Dodd though. I miss her in general. &lt;br /&gt;She needs to give us our DVD though. Bad Dodd. Bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my classes and my ID, I'm good to go. Although I want to drop Chem and switch my social science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need a fucking job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rhapsodistdara:7066</id>
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    <title>Early Summer Mornings.</title>
    <published>2007-06-24T11:19:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-24T11:22:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am, for a fact, putting on some damn weight. I can feel all the food I refuse to resist resting in my stomach, bloating me. How unattractive. Man oh man, another reason to not put on a swimming suit. I will scare away children and animals, that or...get attacked by the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble sleeping. It is as if my body has fully kicked into summer mode; where I sleep in the throughout the day and stay up the entire night into the early morning. I remember when I started doing this. I was so determined to see the sunrise. To feel that complete and utter sensation of &lt;i&gt;calm. &lt;/i&gt;I would stop whatever I would be doing, open up the window to let the smell of morning flush into my room and watch the sky as it becomes bright. There would be chirping of birds. That's when you know morning truly arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...distraught. I am sick and tired of being so stressed out and depressed over this damn family situation. I am sick and tired of everyone telling me I have to do something, that I have to get everything right, that I have to work so I can provide for them. I am sick and tired of constantly hearing the same shit over and over again, the lack of kindness, constantly being checked up on, lectured, yelled at, scorned. I am sick of responsibility. Of ridiculous expectation. Of damn inconsideration. Of selfishness. Of assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a summer to enjoy the fact that, hell, I graduated high school (although I found this to not be such a large feat, because really, you've got to try real hard to not graduate). I want have time to my damn self before I have to embark on my mission to fucking provide for the family, to take care of them and make sure they're well off regardless of my own life. Fuck. With all these constant lectures and putdowns, I don't even know if I can do it. I don't even know if I want to fucking do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so much to ask for some damn kindness from my relatives these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I like to stay away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry with her for making everyone this way. And I'm angry with him for doing what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are the worst.</content>
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    <title>I'm overdue for an entry.</title>
    <published>2007-06-15T05:17:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-15T05:17:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We're done Class of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lethargic really. I'm afraid to say that I'm not really going to miss Indy. I'm only sad to leave IndepenDANCE and those I've grown close with over the last few months. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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