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  <title>veritas !</title>
  <subtitle>veritas !</subtitle>
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    <name>veritas !</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:75616</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-31T19:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-01T00:53:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T00:53:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">“Develop a built-in bullshit detector.”&lt;br /&gt;“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”&lt;br /&gt;-Hemingway</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:75044</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-31T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-01T00:26:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T00:27:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I get lost in the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Of everything I see&lt;br /&gt;The world ain't half as bad&lt;br /&gt;As they paint it to be ;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:74794</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-31T02:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-31T07:30:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T00:27:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/4vhbac.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinkers in their youth are almost always lonely creatures.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-28T12:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-28T17:33:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-28T22:43:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People are rational if you're just honest with them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:73664</id>
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    <title>I have no doubt;</title>
    <published>2009-01-27T07:03:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T07:04:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">one day we'll work it out.&lt;br /&gt;one day &lt;br /&gt;the sun will come out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:72998</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-24T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-24T18:24:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-28T22:43:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a 98 on my all county solo today :D.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:72302</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-22T00:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-22T05:12:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-28T22:43:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I realized today that I've been living in some sort of dream world and I need to snap out of it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:70663</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-15T01:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T06:22:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T06:28:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>full moon by the black ghosts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'd like to pretend to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;For awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Where my senses run dull and&lt;br /&gt;Can no longer feel the deep,&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity of all that has burdened&lt;br /&gt;Me, in ways I cannot&lt;br /&gt;Interpret to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I am caught under bed sheets,&lt;br /&gt;But they are so very heavy,&lt;br /&gt;Made of wood and concrete;&lt;br /&gt;Upon them sits the weather-&lt;br /&gt;In forms of coldness, warmth, and &lt;br /&gt;The barrenness, it ages me,&lt;br /&gt;Across me comes the greeness too,&lt;br /&gt;While I just lie there in all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Encompassing me while the birds&lt;br /&gt;And streams, and clouds roll on by&lt;br /&gt;They whisper their thoughts to me as my soul;&lt;br /&gt;It perches upon the edge and &lt;br /&gt;Upward it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm tingling, until it's said&lt;br /&gt;To be that where my body shall be;&lt;br /&gt;It is there,&lt;br /&gt;I will finally be free.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-15T01:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T06:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-28T22:42:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's supposed to be -15 degrees outside. If we don't have a snow day tomorrow I'll be pissed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:69898</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-09T16:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T21:33:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T23:56:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone has a subtle case of curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Within their souls,&lt;br /&gt;That aches&lt;br /&gt;And grows.&lt;br /&gt;It lingers until the aging kicks in&lt;br /&gt;When you've found what you needed to know;&lt;br /&gt;But for me&lt;br /&gt;It continues on,&lt;br /&gt;And on&lt;br /&gt;Until I've gone.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-08T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T04:47:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T23:57:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had to perform my exit project today in front of like five judges which were basically people from around our county that were either teachers or board members or some sort of official of the city. It wasn't that bad but I think I was more fidgety than I should've been. And I'm pretty sure I bored one of the guys half to death. Like he just wanted me to shut up or something. I guess I know how teachers feel sometimes when I give them that look like "stfu" and they're so into what they're saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow. For a lot of reasons. I feel like I'm done with my senior year now that my exit project is over with. I just have to pass my mid-terms and finals and I can finally graduate &amp;lt;3. That's really all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should've had a snow day today. Practically all the schools around us were closed. It was a rip off. And I just checked the weather and it doesn't look like we're getting anything severe, I think just one-inch of snow and that's it.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-04T06:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T11:31:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T23:57:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ohmygod. Tim Burton is making Alice In Wonderland, due to release in 2010. AND JOHNNY DEPP IS GOING TO BE THE MAD HATTER. AND ANNE HATHAWAY IS GOING TO BE THE WHITE QUEEN. I'm freaking out.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2009-01-04T03:36:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T08:41:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T23:58:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything is so much more peaceful in the morning before the sun comes up. It's quiet and there are never any cars in the street. Maybe that's why I like it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like school is just a distraction. It pulls me away from things I really love to do. Not just play video games, but write and be with friends. I like making sites, and playing music, and going to dance (sometimes). I think that all the extra work and projects and exams gets to me too much. And it's easy to let it get to you, because you're always feeling overwhelmed, and you just want to do the crap you want to do. But if you avoid school, then you get grades you don't want. And your life is basically run on a system there, so there's no way out. I really hate it. And I'm disappointed to be going back on Monday. I'm not really looking forward to seeing many people. And I'm not looking forward to mid-terms or performing my exit project power point on thursday that I havent even started yet, and don't plan on starting anytime soon. I have a ton of things to do for AP Bio, AP English, and Gov. And I haven't done it. And I don't want to do it, that's the thing. I used to not care and just do it. Now I just can't stand doing it. I feel like I learn more on my own anyway, than sitting in a classroom listening to teachers ramble on about their own lives, and then try and teach us things they don't even understand. Half of the material I've ever been taught, I've had to teach to myself. I'm sure it's the same way with a lot of students. And that's what's the most frustrating about it. Blegh. Whatever. I wish vacations were longer.</content>
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    <title>gotta find my place in displacement.</title>
    <published>2008-12-24T23:35:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-24T23:35:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wanna hold a vision of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Understand the truth from the lie&lt;br /&gt;Wanted love and craving some attention&lt;br /&gt;Where was I when you lost your sight&lt;br /&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;The weather…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day through the next we’ll see&lt;br /&gt;You might not remember me&lt;br /&gt;Memories dissolve with years&lt;br /&gt;Age can take the best I fear</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-12-24T18:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-24T23:30:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-24T23:30:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Home fails. Christmas fails. My parents fail. I can't wait to fucking get out of here.</content>
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    <title>andy samberg is fucking hilarious</title>
    <published>2008-12-23T02:49:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-23T02:49:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inspiredx3:59818</id>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-11-10T00:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-10T05:31:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T19:59:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-11-03T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-03T23:55:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:00:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movieeee! watch it if you already haven't.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-10-29T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-29T21:34:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:00:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">whenever I'm alone with you &lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am whole again___;</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-10-24T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-24T20:14:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:00:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I turn 18 tomorrow :]</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-10-18T01:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T05:13:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:00:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao. Obama '08 &amp;lt;333</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-10-05T21:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-06T01:54:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:01:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Applying to college will be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten so addicted to the show Gossip Girl no matter how over-dramatic it really is xD. And I've been drinking snapple like crazy. Tomorrow's Monday, that blows.</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-09-26T23:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-27T03:46:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:02:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to see this movie because Anne Hathaway looks effing fantastic in it, and my name is in the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="7" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-09-26T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T23:38:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:02:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Word. AP Bio will be the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I finally went to take my permit test today and got a one hundred :D</content>
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    <title>inspiredx3 @ 2008-09-22T21:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T01:27:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T20:01:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you ever get the feeling that maybe you were in true love for a second, or a couple minutes? Or maybe a day, or a few months? Not the teenage-romance kind of love, but I guess the kind that makes you feel comfortable and warm, and like you're in a dream. 'Cause I feel like it's happened to me. And it all feels like it never really happened. It all seems fake to me now. But it's fun to think about sometimes and question if maybe it really did happen to me for once, maybe even just for a little while. Have you ever felt so liked that it fills you up inside until you can't even stand it anymore? It's hard to explain, but it's something I've been thinking about.</content>
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