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  <title>thank you boar expert</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:107611</id>
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    <title>text twist, anyone?</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T04:26:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T04:26:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/4642/texttwistttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final word was "rooted" and I am a moron for not getting it but damn look at that score.  I am a loser</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:107372</id>
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    <title>jess put a power hour mix in my bookmarks, we are drunks</title>
    <published>2009-10-17T03:18:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-17T03:18:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've reached another point where I'm so entirely dissatisfied with who I am that I shove everyone out of my life until I'm even more dissatisfied with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiraling down to complete isolation, which at this point, I am not too scared of.  I don't know if it's me or people or my people but I'm really exhausted of it all right now.  I've been sick and cranky and depressed for weeks and I really have to grab these bootstraps and help myself back up.  In a funk, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the mess, dirty dishes, the smell of cat litter, shit talking, the dip on the right side of my bed, sneezing, seeing my breath outside, getting rained on, waiting for the bus, wearing shoes, drinking, crying, drinking more, feeling nauseous, my ipod dying after ten minutes, feeling hungry, not feeling hungry, and every single piece of my clothing besides my sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom and my dog and my cat's okay too sometimes, but I wish she'd be nicer to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno give me tons of Americone Dream ice cream and an efficiency apartment on Saturn and I think I'd feel better.  Bon Jovi can come.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:107023</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-09-30T12:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-30T17:13:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-30T17:13:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">skipping class today like a loser. my once a week, 1pm, easy as shit english class.  my future's lookin brighter than the sun right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be interviewed on the red carpet when I'm 40.  "Where did I go to school?  Actually, I'm still attending community college back in Minnesota.  Yeah, I take one class a year, two if I'm feeling particularly ambitious.  Hopefully I'll be graduating soon! Fingers crossed!"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:106987</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-09-23T01:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T06:16:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T06:16:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just finished up watching The Bourne Supremacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a massive fangirl crush on Karl Urban, it's getting out of hand&lt;br /&gt;2. I am now terrified of being captured by the CIA even though I didn't do anything.  But if it's Karl Urban kidnapping me I guess it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired. That's all.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:106660</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-09-19T16:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-19T21:19:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-19T21:19:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night I drunkenly told my boss I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, whiskey.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:106436</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-09-15T09:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-15T14:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-15T14:16:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a dream last night that I was married, and had been for awhile.  I was trying to rewrite my wedding vows for a ceremony, but the whole time, all I could do was look at this other man and be in love with him.  I remember having a conversation with him and the only thing I could think was, "I married the wrong man," over and over again.  While I sat in the grass outside (I specifically remember feeling the sun on my arms), Jess and my roommates drunkenly played "Red Rover" while I tried to put pen to paper to explain why I was still in love with someone I never loved in the first place, all the while watching this man I felt so strongly for be oblivious and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very melancholy.  Incidentally, the man I loved was represented by Sam Merlotte from True Blood but that's beside the point</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-09-14T22:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-15T04:00:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-15T04:02:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">until I was about twelve, when I said the Pledge, I would always say "I pledge of allegiance to the flag..." instead of the entirely more sensible "I pledge allegiance to the flag."  I still have to think about it to say it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday on the bus, I saw a girl reading manga and immediately felt generally cooler than her.  Soon after, I realized I was listening to the Star Trek movie on my iPod (yes, listening, not watching) and became profoundly sad.  I felt like a huge loser for the entire hour long ride. did not turn off Star Trek, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a sandwich for delivery the other day, and the total was 10 bucks.  I gave the guy a 20 and asked for 12 back because I cannot and will not ever be able to do math under pressure.  He laughed at me so I had to ask him to do the math for me. i only tipped him two dollars accidentally because I was embarrassed and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I wrote three checks and on all of them I had to count on my fingers to remember that september was the 9th month of the year.  even after thinking about 9-11 I still second guessed myself and had to make sure. &lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;: immediately after posting this, I counted again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a quick edition of why I am stupid, thank you for your time</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-09-12T03:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-12T08:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-12T08:31:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Isolation is a scary word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing.  I'm living every day one by one, not planning, just figuring it out as I go.  And I'm not doing a great job of figuring anything out.  I'm lost.  I know my grounded things, the things I love and the things I feel passionate for.  I'm scared of what that means to other people.  And I understand that I shouldn't be apprehensive because of what others think, but I've spent so much of me life being a person who aims to please that I don't know what it means to work for a goal for &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frightened.  I'm frightened and anxious and regretful and totally not okay.  I trust my gut one hundred percent of the time and my gut has only led me to safe.  Towards easy.  I think I deserve better than easy, but I don't have the momentum to take me there.  I can only hope that I someday do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love such stupid things.  I'm moved and honored and emotionally possessed by certain things that should not be so meaningful.  But, I ask myself, to whose standards?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolation.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:105383</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-09-04T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-05T04:59:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-05T04:59:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">been searching my whole life for the definition of the word dependable. so far the closest i've come is my dog tanner.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:105167</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-08-25T14:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-25T19:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-25T19:43:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">school is already kicking my ass and my first class is tomorrow (was yesterday, totally forgot. haaa.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:103783</id>
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    <title>okay once more (with feeling)</title>
    <published>2009-08-17T21:38:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-17T21:41:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to do short stories/drabbles again which means I need your help :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A food&lt;br /&gt;A texture&lt;br /&gt;A place (city, country, bedroom, school, forest, whatever)&lt;br /&gt;A person (celebrity, historical figure, politician, etc)&lt;br /&gt;A random word of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if there's any particular genre (romance, angst, humor) or relationship (boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, mother and daughter or whatever) that you think of, feel free to include that, but it's not necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:103504</id>
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    <title>this is how i feel today</title>
    <published>2009-08-09T22:03:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-09T22:03:45Z</updated>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-08-07T13:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-07T19:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-07T19:00:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought tickets for Brand New in October.  I told myself I wouldn't pay to see them again (this will be #4) but somehow I cannot resist.  I literally have ten dollars in the bank but I did it anyway.  I don't know what it is about this band but I am magnetically, nostalgically, and enthusiastically drawn to them.  Damn hypnosis or some shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better be fun.</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-31T15:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-31T21:04:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-31T21:04:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ha ha ha, I got my driver's permit.  Five years too late, maybe, but what can you do.</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-28T09:41:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-28T14:49:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-28T14:49:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GOING TO WORK DRUNK.  GOOD GOD I AM CLASSY. no more wine for me oops</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-26T15:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-26T20:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-26T20:57:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night, on a whim, we drove up to Wisconsin to have a kegger on a campground in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.  We grilled and played with nightvision goggles and had an inflatable couch.  I sat on Jess's beer and I think Ethan and I wrestled or something, I cannot remember.  Fireworks, buzzcruising, arm wrestling, whiffle bat? police scanner, bratwurst, and JESS LITERALLY DROVE HER CAR OVER A TREE STUMP, got it stuck, and we had to haul it off with chains.  Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing, yeah, until Erin and I decided to drive home and got hopelessly lost in Serial Killer Territory.  Who's ever heard of County Road 1? Honestly.  Got in around three, fell asleep in my clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mom took me driving.  Yeah, I'm 20 and never did it before, but it was awesome.  I'm getting my permit on Thursday if all goes well.  By October I'll be driving my own car, just in time for winter.  I feel like a real adult or something. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I smell like wood and smoke and bug spray.  Shower time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps my roommate, Kyle, got blackout drunk the other night and literally thought my room was the bathroom.  I walked in and he was just peeing on the floor.  I started to yell at him and he held up a finger and said "just a sec"... we are now referring to him as the Pee Pee Bandit~)</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-25T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-25T21:18:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-25T21:18:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I've been sitting in bed watching episodes of Star Trek for three days straight.  It's been fun catching up on The Original Series though.  I wish any of my friends watched it but they're all (UGH) Deep Space 9 fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/nerd</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-12T00:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T05:12:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-12T05:12:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">saw green day tonight.  haters to the left, those assholes know how to put on a show.</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-10T13:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T18:39:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T18:39:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uh I just realized my last like ten posts were about drinking or being drunk.  Patheeticcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I found out I literally live three houses down from Kira.  That's weird and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm finally going to get my license.  Living in St. Paul does not lend well to taking the bus to Minneapolis when I have to work in fifteen minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've settled into this new house and it's funny, because all the roommates do is slam each other and then don't talk about it with one another.  It would be worse than living with girls except they make me laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to try watching Dexter again, I don't know how far I'll get.  This will be... my third attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss Lost a whole lot and part of me (the part that hopes I'll be in a car soon) wants it to be January so it can come back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm loving Summer. Loving barbecues, makeshift fire pits, monday night kegs, bars, jumping off bridges into Nokomis lake, cicadas, the 61 bus route.  I'm in high spirits and looking forward to school for the first time since senior year of high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what else. Ask me a question, any question, and I will answer 100% honestly.  You can be anonymous if you like.</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-05T09:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-05T14:38:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T14:38:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear god last night was epic, I have officially woken up drunk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the roof, wrestling in underwear, water fights, our roommate flipping his shit on us, jäg, beer, booze and turkey sandwiches.  happy fourth, i love this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the hell is laurel</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:101339</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-07-02T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T05:52:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T05:52:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thank you assholes for setting off huge fireworks at 1 AM, that was really cool and wasn't terrifying at all</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:routineriots:101032</id>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-06-25T19:39:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-26T00:46:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-26T00:46:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">rip michael jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there may be little sympathy from around the world, but your influence on music is invaluable.</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-06-17T21:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-18T03:00:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-18T03:00:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I'm drunk enough to be asleep right now, but here's a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been settling into the new place so smoothly that I've hardly noticed I moved at all.  I'm worried about bills, canceling this and that, but it's clearly nothing that's really going to mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered for classes today: Intro to Screenwriting, Anthropology in the Global World, Writing 2 (some bullshit I don't need), and Contemporary Cinema (meaning: going to movies and talking about them. awesome).  I'm excited about my new classes but not excited about getting to them.  Each of my 4 classes are on a different campus of the university, each requiring a 40 minute bus ride.  Luckily, I only have one class on Tues, Weds and Thurs.  So it should be a fairly chill semester, filled with &lt;i&gt;writing&lt;/i&gt; which I miss so desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to start truly writing again.  The progress on the video game is going nicely, the plot is something I am incredibly proud of.  I feel the characters are well-rounded and interesting, the towns are unique and individual, but the coherency of everything fits really well.  I'm not sure if it'll actually go anywhere, which is why I'm not pouring my entire soul into it, but I'm still very happy with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch The Daily Show now, and probably have another beer.  I'm thinkin' things are good, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS does anyone read Ray Bradbury?  Looking for some discussion.</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-06-06T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-07T05:07:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-07T05:07:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am drinking whiskey in my new home. Chilling with the three best roommates right now; fourth best roommate to return in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought moving would be scary, or at least unsettling.  Every moment I've been here, it's felt like home.  Even my cat, terrified of loud noises and the Other Cat, is exploring apprehensively.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I told my boss I can't work anymore, even though I have no way of ever escaping St Paul, even though I haven't canceled the cable/internet at my old apartment, even though the dishes are piled up to the ceiling- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm content to be here watching some of my best friends rock through a stupid video game at midnight.  I'm good.  Things will be good.  I'm looking forward to the unknown, which is something I've never felt before...</content>
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    <title>routineriots @ 2009-05-29T23:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-30T05:01:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-30T05:02:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hulu Desktop is like the coolest thing ever, especially for someone like me who spends 90% of their time watching television. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jess created a metaphor for my life- my cat is an idiot and often gets stuck on the top of the cabinets, between them and the ceiling.  I usually have to rescue her otherwise she gets trapped behind the refrigerator... anyway, Jess decided that I'm exactly like that: trapped, waiting to be rescued.  Otherwise I'll get stuck behind the fridge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a dilemma: I'm having a problem with some close friends, mostly being that they make me feel like shit that they're obligated to spend with so as not to burn bridges or whatnot.  I've talked to them about this exact problem before, more than once, but apparently it's not really drilling through their skulls.  It is totally draining and upsetting and saddening every time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I just figure that they're clearly NOT getting it?  Stop wasting my time in a friendship that makes me (and possibly them) unhappy?  Or, do I ignore it and continue to focus on the good stuff instead of the bad?  Or do I try again to explain what's upsetting me even though I know it won't go anywhere? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions in my head- I hate feeling socially inept.  It's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who knows.</content>
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