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  <title>Thy time is thy own, though across it you may travel...</title>
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  <description>Hey everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s Bryant again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&apos;m bored with the computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abercrombie is my new favorite store!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I could buy more than like 3 things in there a month though... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, gotta go, lacrosse game tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry</description>
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  <description>Man oh man, I haven&apos;t updated this thing in a while. Leave some comments if you want me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I move to: www.Xanga.com/darksurfer834 since most of my friends seem to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bry</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 00:26:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You met her a few months ago, and somehow she managed to seep into your subconscious like that &quot;Suga how you get so fly&quot; song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don&apos;t know why she&apos;s there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, her house phone. You can dial her Aunt Doreen&apos;s house in West Houston (where she goes to do her laundry every two weeks) faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn&apos;t know. 

Her screenname, that generic one with her first name followed by three to five random numbers or A&amp;M, has its own category at the top of your buddy list. Not only do you know what a &quot;Buddy Alert&quot; is, you&apos;ve rigged your computer to play &quot;Fat Guy in a Little Coat&quot; from &quot;Tommy Boy&quot; every time her screen name changes from gray to black. Then her away message comes down, and you have a decision to make. To IM or not to IM? These are the ridiculous games that you play on a daily basis. But she doesn&apos;t know.

She&apos;s it. All right, so maybe not &quot;it&quot; it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right-up-there-with-Anna-Kournikova-and-Lizzie-McGuire-on-your-list-of-people-you&apos;d-give-anything-to-be-stranded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it&apos;s about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to A&amp;M sweatpants, two Corona&apos;s, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing anymore. But she doesn&apos;t know.

She&apos;s gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like you&apos;re startled every time you see her because you notice something new in a &quot;Where&apos;s Waldo&quot; sort of way. More like you can&apos;t stop writing third grade run-on sentences, because you can&apos;t remotely begin to describe something ... someone ... so inherently amazing. But you&apos;re a writer. You can describe anything. That&apos;s what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you&apos;re afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you&apos;ll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn&apos;t mind. 

You don&apos;t mind that the questioning, &quot;Hello?&quot; on the other end makes you want to smile and throw up at the same time. You wouldn&apos;t mind worrying about what to get her for her birthday and spending $300 when you only have $17.50 and a Triple-A card to your name. You wouldn&apos;t mind that she left your TV on and the blaring infomercials wake you up at 4 a.m. ... because it gives you a chance to watch her sleep. You don&apos;t mind that you&apos;ve slipped up twice when you were hammered, and hinted at how you feel, but she was too drunk to remember. So she doesn&apos;t know.

Sure, she&apos;s pretty, but it&apos;s about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what&apos;s going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you that her heart would take about five years. 

You remember everything she&apos;s ever said to you, and when that freaks her out you blame it on your photographic memory (which is a lie, you have a 2.7 GPA). You can&apos;t remember your teaching assistant&apos;s name, and you can&apos;t remember that your electric bill was due four days ago, yet you remember the middle name of the kid who tripped her in fifth grade and gave her that cute little scar on her shoulder. Maybe it&apos;s because you actually listen when she talks. When do you actually listen? Never. But she doesn&apos;t know.

But she has a boyfriend. The kid is a tool, and you are not. He has no redeeming qualities, and you have about 38, even when you&apos;re hung over. You could kick his butt, and you&apos;ve never been in a fight in your life. He treats her like crap, and you would treat her like the princess she believed herself to be on Halloween in 1996. 

But she loves him. He wouldn&apos;t know what he had even if she slapped him across the face and dumped him, but somehow she still loves him. And somehow she still doesn&apos;t know.

Then, out of nowhere, she slaps him across the face and dumps him. She comes to you. You&apos;ve been there before, so you seem like the smartest guy on earth. She cries, but your corny half-joke, half-compliment somehow gets a smile out of her that almost makes you feel ashamed that you&apos;re the only one around who gets to witness it. It looks like you might make her realize that all guys don&apos;t deserve to have rocks thrown at them. 

But nothing changes. She doesn&apos;t know. You get that library elevator feeling in your stomach that she&apos;ll never know. You get that feeling that you&apos;ll be forced to write a cheesy Collegian column about her that makes &quot;Sleepless in Seattle&quot; look like &quot;Girls Gone Wild.&quot; 

You go to sleep. You wake up. She doesn&apos;t know. You&apos;re not in love. You&apos;re not obsessed. You blame it on the fact that you just need to get some, but still, it&apos;s about more than that. It would just be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way you wanted them to.

So... now you know...

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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2004 03:22:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2004 22:04:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>ITS CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE COMMENTS!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2004 02:51:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Grrr... Marshall&apos;s grounded, that sucks butt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL THIS WEEK! ROCK ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIAMI IN 3 DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENEZUALA IN 4 DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IN 5 DAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right on!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, little boy, I have to pee like a race horse! Whattaya gonna do, cry about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin to this cool girl named Chelsea on aim, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later homies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry</description>
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  <description>ihaveRABIESsowat (9:50:04 PM): humans suck&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:50:08 PM): we have large brains, and bipedal movement, which increases our walking distance, but also hampers our ground speed. what the hell is a fat ass brain gonna do in a one-on-one combat with a gorrilla? NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;Fencinglefty (9:50:21 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:50:23 PM): we need horns or something&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:50:29 PM): or venom glands&lt;br /&gt;Fencinglefty (9:50:36 PM): or gills &lt;br /&gt;Fencinglefty (9:50:57 PM): so while hes distracted by the gills, we can kick him in the nuts and steal his bananas &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:51:01 PM): o! o! or a gill horn! aha! ive got it&lt;br /&gt;Fencinglefty (9:51:13 PM): and then shave &apos;fat fuck&apos; on the back of his head &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:51:22 PM): we can puncture his artery and drink his life blood&lt;br /&gt;Fencinglefty (9:51:30 PM): yes! &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:51:46 PM): *goes to machine forge*... you got any... gill horns?..&lt;br /&gt;Fencinglefty (9:51:54 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, WE ROCK</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2004 23:22:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My life is SO FUCKING ironic... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want details? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Call Meh Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Email Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talk To Me Online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Write Me A Friggin Letter, You Freak Of Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happenin round hee-eere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later fools,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry</description>
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  <description>Updation at: www.Xanga.com/darksurfer834&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch-check it out, fools!</description>
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  <description>YourMomIsAPirate (7:15:38 PM): duuuuuuude &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (7:15:43 PM): sweeeeeeet&lt;br /&gt;YourMomIsAPirate (7:15:46 PM): duuuuuuuuuuude &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (7:15:54 PM): swwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet&lt;br /&gt;YourMomIsAPirate (7:15:56 PM): whats mine say &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (7:16:06 PM): dude! whats mine say?&lt;br /&gt;YourMomIsAPirate (7:16:12 PM): sweet! whats mine say? &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (7:16:27 PM): dude!! whats mine say?&lt;br /&gt;YourMomIsAPirate (7:16:35 PM): sweet! whats mine say?! &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (7:16:45 PM): DUDE! whats mine say?&lt;br /&gt;YourMomIsAPirate (7:16:52 PM): SWEET! whats mine say????? &lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (7:17:06 PM): DUDE! WHAT-DOES-MINE-SAY???!&lt;br /&gt;YourMomIsAPirate (7:17:13 PM): lmao i love bryant payne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... later dudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY PEOPLE ON FRIEKIN AIM AT 6-7 AHHHHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later</description>
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  <description>Dye8693 (8:36:49 PM): PATRICKS ON&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:36:51 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:36:57 PM): I NOTICED, ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:37:03 PM): HELLZ YA!&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:37:09 PM): DAMNIT&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:37:11 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:37:11 PM): -sigh- he&apos;s gone&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:37:18 PM): -dreamy sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:37:19 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:37:22 PM): omg eww&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:37:26 PM): you sick freak&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:37:28 PM): lmfao&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:37:36 PM): i hope your penis rots off&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:37:39 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:37:50 PM): im hookin up w/a chick dude...dont worry&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:37:58 PM): WHAT THE FUCK?!?!...&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:05 PM): WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS A CHICK DUDE?!&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:09 PM): OMG&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:38:10 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:38:15 PM): man...you diddnt read that right&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:21 PM): =-OEWWWWWw&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:22 PM): EWWWWWWWw&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:24 PM): EWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:34 PM): NO NO NO NO, NO NEED TO EXPLAIN MARSHALL&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:36 PM): I GOT YOU...&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:37 PM): EWWWW&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:38:59 PM): oh god, i think im going to faint..&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:39:03 PM): :-X&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:39:06 PM): i say im hookin up with a chick, then i say dude...which indicates you, then i said ...dont worry&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:39:42 PM): *twiches*... so now im a chick, huh? i dont think your hooking up with me anytime soon... *backs away*&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:39:58 PM): NO!&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:40:02 PM): OMG YOUR SOOOO SICK&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:40:14 PM): YOUR THE ONE WHO WANTS TO HOOK UP WITH A CHICK DUDE&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:40:19 PM): WTF!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Dye8693 (8:40:29 PM): DUDE...YOU READ THAT SOOO WRONG&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:40:55 PM): no, the only WRONG thing here is you... you and your sexual preferences... ugh... *shakes head and vomits*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok its not funny after that, but still, lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh im sorry marshall, i love you man, im sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out</description>
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blogthings.com/acro/acronymquiz.php&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she be all up in my heebeez :) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima go, im tired, and dad is coming back from the store soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2004 21:54:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>-lol, thanks alot for the fucking help guys (previous entry), i really do appreciate it, lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WORDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GrOuNdEd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leave a comment telling me how much you love me, and how much you miss me :*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove!</description>
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  <lj:mood>heh... its not so bad :)</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2004 04:00:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i have a feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you, it fucking sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, ok, w/e guys. i dont feel like talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im not gonna take this out of proportion before i know wtf it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advice? ill take some anyday- only if your willing to give it without knowing the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer me up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryant</description>
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  <lj:mood>i dont fucking know</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2004 22:22:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>welcome to paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ja vou! (sp?) (from ... three tuesdays ago!) only this time with a different outcome! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll be nice and punctual on this entry, i have much ado on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2004 22:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>welll hooowwwddaaayyy :)</title>
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  <description>A - Age: 14&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now: forest gump soundtrack, lol&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: hehehe &lt;br /&gt;D - Dad&apos;s name: doug&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest people to talk to: well, either myself, christina, ryan, marshall, pat, or cassify :)&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite band at the moment: i love all living creatures :)&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy bears or gummy worms: gummy worms (haha christina, wanna bite a worm? mhm... omg! lmao)&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: lancaster, california... &lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments: percussion, keyboard,... lol... ok thats it&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: hmmm... nope, they dont count, i disowned them :)&lt;br /&gt;L- Last Movie Seen: cool runnings on t.v. :) (christina..)&lt;br /&gt;M- Mom&apos;s name: sang&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of peircings: 388478374&lt;br /&gt;O - One wish: that i had to power to stop the hurt&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia[s]: im afraid of being afraid... im afraid of doing things that i know provoke fear, its a unique phobia... heh...&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote: the heart is wiser than the intellect&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: ChRiStInA...&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last: brightlights- matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up : 5:45 for weekdays, whenever the hell i want on weekends :)&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: im actually NOT gay.. lmao&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: ugh... bittermelon... ugh... and tomatoes!&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit(s) you&apos;ve had: tapping, biting my nails... only when im stressed... and... well... lets just say... i havent had nails in a week... &lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you&apos;ve had: nunca! :)&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food: crackers :) yumm... those white people is goooood eatin! lmao&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: cancer! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sunday!!!!! weeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAKE WON AGAINST KATIE TAYLOR!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35-34 DOUBLE OVERTIME!!!!!! W000000T! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored out of my mind, some1 shoot me... now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later,&lt;br /&gt;bry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~me gusto a tocar niños pequeños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINA NEEDS TO GET HERE!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2004 03:14:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>TaylorC 42 3 (8:54:18 PM): if you have any girl problems&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:54:20 PM): trust the girls&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:54:26 PM): cause they know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:54:34 PM): no offense but dont trust the boys&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:54:39 PM): cause they dont have a clue&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:57:18 PM): lol yeah... but some guys (*points to self*), do&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:57:41 PM): no you dont&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:57:43 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:58:00 PM): trust me, im sorry bry, but not even you have a clue of what really goes on in girls minds&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:58:12 PM): im probably one of the more obvious ones&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:58:14 PM): but trust me&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:58:18 PM): you wouldnt understand&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:58:19 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (8:59:21 PM): i SO would!&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:59:30 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:59:32 PM): nice try&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:59:33 PM): but no&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:59:43 PM): in sentance terms&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (8:59:53 PM): boys have compound brains&lt;br /&gt;TaylorC 42 3 (9:00:01 PM): and girls have compound complex&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:00:08 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:00:12 PM): i dont understand!&lt;br /&gt;ihaveRABIESsowat (9:00:14 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao, :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just listened to an interesting conversation between ryan and this girl katie who lives in amarillo... lol... ummm... i put the phone down, and i heard her talking about her thongs, and i picked it right back up... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd... my lacrosse tourney got cancelled... hurumph... great... lol... damn rain! i mean, I LOVE THE RAIN! (which i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people, WHERE THE F ARE MY COMMENTS?! COME ON!!! *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala... im so... bored... i have nothing to do... all night... christina is gone for the weekend... and ryan... well ryan... lol... is ryan... lol :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i wrote in my diary/journal last night, and i took up 7 pages... :) mostly about........................ yeah... that... *coughs*... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please like save meh and stooof! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the sand beneath my toes&lt;br /&gt;The beach gives a feeling, an earthly feeling&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the faith that grows,&lt;br /&gt;And the four right chords can make me cry&lt;br /&gt;When I&apos;m with you, I feel like I could die,&lt;br /&gt;And that would be alright, alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*... my thoughts exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** yall remember when i was that depressed little boy? well i found some of my old memories:&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than life itself &lt;br /&gt;For life itself is worthless&lt;br /&gt;Without someone with which to share&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of life&apos;s purpose&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you can know&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve helped more than you can imagine&lt;br /&gt;I once was lonely, now I see&lt;br /&gt;That miracle&apos;s still happen&lt;br /&gt;I love you more for who you are&lt;br /&gt;Than what you can or will be&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;You come along and fill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, with all my heart-&lt;br /&gt;If it is not so, then so be it&lt;br /&gt;-I believe that I love you:&lt;br /&gt;If you think its just a crush,&lt;br /&gt;Your wrong;&lt;br /&gt;Its not, its something more;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been through the crush stages,&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in destiny and fate;&lt;br /&gt;You have done so much for me,&lt;br /&gt;I cant think of anyway to fully pay you back;&lt;br /&gt;If you don&apos;t understand now,&lt;br /&gt;You never will;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** lol ok so its not much, but hey, i was in 8th grade.. i didnt even know what love was... i thought i did, but i didnt... ignorance is bliss... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment on em&apos;</description>
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  <lj:mood>ive been wrkng on the railroad</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 02:39:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>errr... i was going to go to lacrosse practice tonight, but i have too much homework... grrr... my english paper i hadnt even started on, is due tomorrow... heh... lol... ill post it tomorrow, so you all can read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read it to ryan, and he said i was going to fail... lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... im listening to him go on and on and on about his speech... omg... SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP... i dont fucking care about north carolina and President Jackson, you stupid idiot! shut up!!!! ahhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my mommy&apos;s birthday!!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christina is at some thing at the &quot;Y&quot;, and im stuck talking to ryan... lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg ryan, SHUT UP... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i killed a bunch of ants, and some wasps with my new poison arsenal!! :D :D hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwaaaaaa! call me christina, SAVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT...UP...RYAN...OMG... *pulls out hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HES STILL TALKING!! AHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima risk it tomorrow, and not wear a hoodie, cause im cool like that... :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im done updating, so ima go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN RYAN, SHUT UP!! AHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out,&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry</description>
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  <lj:music>ryan, and Collide-Howie Day</lj:music>
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  <description>Lullaby- Shawn Mullins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she grew up with &lt;br /&gt;the children of the stars &lt;br /&gt;in the hollywood hills and the boulevard &lt;br /&gt;her parents threw big parties &lt;br /&gt;everyone was there &lt;br /&gt;they hung out with folks like &lt;br /&gt;dennis hopper, bob seeger, sonny and cher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, she feels safe &lt;br /&gt;in this bar on fairfax &lt;br /&gt;and from the stage I can tell that &lt;br /&gt;she can&apos;t let go and she can&apos;t relax &lt;br /&gt;and just before &lt;br /&gt;she hangs her head to cry &lt;br /&gt;I sing to her a lullaby, I sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye &lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye &lt;br /&gt;rockabye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she still lives with her mom &lt;br /&gt;outside the city &lt;br /&gt;down that street about a half a mile &lt;br /&gt;and all her friends tell her &lt;br /&gt;she&apos;s so pretty &lt;br /&gt;but she&apos;d be a whole lot prettier &lt;br /&gt;if she smiled once in a while &lt;br /&gt;`cause even her smile &lt;br /&gt;looks like a frown &lt;br /&gt;she&apos;s seen her share of devils &lt;br /&gt;in this angel town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye &lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye &lt;br /&gt;rockabye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I ain&apos;t so sure &lt;br /&gt;about this place &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s hard to play a gig in this town &lt;br /&gt;and keep a straight face &lt;br /&gt;seems like everyone here&apos;s got a plan &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s kind of like nashville with a tan, but, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye &lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye &lt;br /&gt;everything&apos;s gonna be all right &lt;br /&gt;rockabye, rockabye,rockabye, bye, bye &lt;br /&gt;bye, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*sighs*... i love that song... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... im writing this before my dad gets home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was on the phone with christina and we talked... oh wait, it was two nights ago... lol but last night too... lol... and i was like &quot;whats the name of the kid that rides my bus and walks to the main building in the morning?&quot; and shes like &quot;owen&quot; and i heard &apos;glen&apos;, so i was like oh! &quot;GLEN!!&quot; and shes like, &quot;no, OWEN&quot; and i was like OH! &quot;OWEN!&quot; ... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was trying to make a digiorno pizza thing but i got it out of the box and i couldnt figure out how to make my oven work... lol... funny, ive used it before... lmao... im so retartid... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday sucked big floppy dirty yellow donkey balls... lolol... but today was muy bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a discussion during spanish and lunch about wether or not girls like guys with shaved balls or not, and all the feed back i got was either, &apos;it doesnt really matter to me&apos;, and &apos;i think the guy should be cleaned up before i do anything like that&apos;, or &apos;i like them shaved!&apos;... lolol it was so funny, but it also gave us guys some good pointers ;) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a comment after that at lunch and lindsay was sitting there and i said... &quot;you know... nobody likes to floss while eating...&quot; and everybody else started snickering and lindsay was like... &quot;...what?&quot; ... and we were like &quot;you know, FLOSS, while EATING...?&quot;... and she was like &quot;nobody flosses while their eating...&quot; and she was eating this icee thing and she looked up and saw us like guesturing with our hands, and she opened her mouth real wide and threw up her icee and was like &quot;OHHHHH!!! OMG!!!!!!&quot; lmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 8th i was walking down the hall and i saw nicole and i was like, *talks gay*, &quot;i know you want my body...&quot; and she looked me up and down and she was like *nods* ... &quot;yeah, i do&quot; lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg! my dads coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove!&lt;br /&gt;christina, call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* LLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY!!!! everything is so much better... :) :) :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 23:44:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>omg im grounded from comp/phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call meh house...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 22:53:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>ha...ha...ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so dilerious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 00:25:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>leave an &lt;b&gt;anonymous&lt;/b&gt;, you hear that? ANONYMOUS,&lt;br /&gt;comment with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An insult.&lt;br /&gt;A secret.&lt;br /&gt;A criticism.&lt;br /&gt;A compliment.&lt;br /&gt;A death threat.&lt;br /&gt;A love note to me.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to a song.&lt;br /&gt;A hint who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, this oughta be fun fun :) :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 21:55:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>WHO DERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO BE HITTIN THAT HO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, im so... friggin... hyper... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i probaly shouldnt have had that glass of milk with strawberry syrup and whippedcream... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to school today... yay... lol... and i walk into school, and i see christina, and we walk, and then we go across the street to the main building... then i go to band, and nobody is there. then i start the long voyage across the street to the 9th grade center, when i see cody and some other girl right before i cross the street... oh yeah... morgan... and hes like, i just checked over in the 9th grade center, nobody is there. and im like... ERRR... so then we walk to the band hall again... and nobody is there... WTF... lol... so then we start walking allll the way back... and then we see everybody pushing the instruments towards the main building... haha so we were just like... oki... then lester tells us to go get the speakers, so ofcourse us fishies (me, mason, nicole...lol the other fishies were hiding :D) and the sophmores (matt, jessica, charlie) have to get em. they be a long treck with a friggin wagon. so then we got em, and they weighed like a bazillion pounds, and ofcourse nicole wouldnt get her hands dirty, so she kinda... pushed the wagon a little from behind and started walking next to me, and im like... thanks... lol... mason got this triple deck rolling tray table thing, and he was rolling it across the street, and it hit a gap in the street and they go WHAM! lmao it was so friggin funny, omg... so then, these cars are trying to go around him, and hes standing in the middle of the street with all these wires and boxes thrown about, and we were all just dying... hahaha... but we finaly got back... i made a comment... &quot;ive walked more this entire period, than i have all thanksgiving&quot; lol... its probaly not true, but WHO CARES?! ya freak. omg, i just stopped typing, and for like 5 min i just tapped the friggin shit out of my keyboard... omg... im so hyper... its not even funny... errrr .. errrrrrrrr..... errrrrrrr! ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then the rest of the day went by pretty fast, rachel looked at me in english and smiled and i didnt know what to do, so i just quirked my eyebrows and looked back... lmao... im such an idiot... in art it was hilarious because we were making masks, and my mask that im designing is a really blank stoned kid, with a joint hanging off his lip, lol! i fell asleep in geometry listening to the teacher drone on about ... hmm... something about... that one line from the middle of a regular polygon thats not the radius, but is perpendicular, and it begins with an &apos;a&apos;, and i fell asleep, and i now have no idea how to do the homework... lol... oh wait, i forgot my binder at school :D :D mmm... we had a firedrill in 4th, and i went out and chilled w/ emily, veronica, patrick, david, and nick. it twas okie... then we went back inside, and... ok im too hyper to think hold on let me type while i think so i dont look like a complete idiot, ok lol so then i went to w. geo, and actually had a descent day, except steven went to work with brandy, and didnt give me answers so i just sat there, and did nothing except tape masons leg to a chair... lmao that was great... ok... in spanish, nick had his backpack laying down, and i got my favorite pen, and i stuck it in the handle thing, and i lifted it up, and my pen broke in half. great... lolol... i smelled the liquid gel, and it made my nose and eyes sting, and made me want to vomit. so naturaly, i shared this rejuvinating liquid with my little corner :) haha the faces they made... hehehe... so then i went to lunch... and actually had a purty damn good lunch... emily said my hair was &quot;fucking awesome&quot;, veronica said &quot;its so friggin cute&quot;, melissa said &quot;uh huh, ryan did your hair huh? you both are freaks. but it looks good&quot;, and... hmmm... whoelse... ok thats it from lunch. so then i left and made up a movie with mrs. reichle, and then i came back b4 the bell rang (omg im so hyper i just put b4...errrr...) and then i went to biology!!!!!!!!! on the way down the hall, i saw nicole, and we walked until i hid behind a ledge to scare christina, but im too fat, so she saw me anyway... lol :) then we went up, and we were standing by the stairs, and the minute bell rang, and i see mr. corosko walking up the stairs, and im like, &quot;whats going on, mr. corosko?&quot; and he looks at us and hes like &quot;thats what id like to know&quot; lmao... haha thats hilarious... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh... biology... by the time i got there i was so hyper i almost, ALMOST, freaked poor ashley out, but not quite. i got finished with my vocab, and i layed my head down, and i smelled something familiar... i put my shirt up to my nose, and i took a deep breath, and sure enough... it smelled like christina... ashley said i needed to stop sniffing my shirt and get back to work, but i payed no heed. i just sat there, and breathed it in... lmao i must sound like a total stalker/freak, but come on... i love her smell... *sighs*... so then we assumed our regular weird selves after vocab was done, i made fun of her cause she said yall, and said that people were fruits (namely me), and talked about that weird ashley girl from my biology class that sits next to me and always pets my hair. we both think she is a freak. omg ok, ALYSSA (i dont know how to spell her name, there are so many friggin varieties, ill just use this one) (christina you know her, the one who hit you in the head with her lacrosse stick :D) liked my hair too, and so did sophia and so did... me... hahaha ok im way tooooooo hyper... lol :) :) alright im hyper... so then we left, and down the halls, i saw nicole, and she grabbethed my chest... :( :( im sorry nicole, my chest area is sacred :) ... went to the buses, and talked to christina, FOR LIKE 8 SECONDS CAUSE SHE WOULDNT TALK, SHE WAS TOOOOOO CONCERNED ABOUT GETTING A SEAT ON THE BUS... pfftt... and then i got on the bus, OMG CHRISTINA, whats that kids name that lives in my neighborhood... hes in 9th grade... he walks over to the main building... he gave me that coughdrop the one time...? you know, with the kinda longish brownish black hair? errr... listens to his cd player alot? (or atleast from what ive seen) ?? GRRR... well hes cool... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my own little posse on the bus (SCORE, FIRST TIME EVER HAVING FRIENDS IN THE BACK OF THE BUS), mainly because its monday and alot of people that i know in my neighborhood ride the bus on monday, and partly because i was hyper, and i got matt, chris, that one kid, kylum, some other kid, and some other kid (lol i dont know their names, but they be cool in the hizzow) to all sit together, and we had a party... lol im so hyper... omg omg omg omg omg ok im done wait no... omg omg omg omg omg omg ok im hyper lol did i say that? i think i did i dont care because im hyper and i dont care because i did i think but im not hyper because i care what i dont know WTF im talking about does the earth tilt when it rolls because the lunar eclipse activates the laser beam which is attached to friggin sharks which are then dubbed friggin sharks with friggin laser beams on attached to their friggin heads but im not hyper because i said so and you dont know me like i know you slim, no one does, shut up bitch im tryin to talk oh wait, how am i going to send this out? *tire screech and a crash* omg im so...FUCKING... HYPER OMG... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go runnging... hehe... ok so im here now... *yawns*... im hyper, did i mention that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She be all up in my heebeez. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im tired, goodnight! :) :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps., im bored, so ima do it, cause i really really really dont have anything better to do, nobody seems to want to call me... at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Bryant de Payne&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: July 19th 1990&lt;br /&gt;Birth place: The be Lancaster de California&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Computer Room you freak&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: black, with gold highlights :) :) lol!&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: brown, or &apos;firey&apos; brown, as christina has so rightfully dubbed them&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: ambidextorous, you biased freak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: 50% Cambodian, 25% Scottish, 25% English :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Shoes you wore today: my quiksilver flipflops!! :D :D :D :D &lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: holding on to things&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: letting go of things&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: onions, cheese, more cheese, chicken, broccolli, more cheese, and some more cheese :) lol&lt;br /&gt;Goal you&apos;d like to achieve: id liketh to be...hmmm... actually... id like to be in better shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Three: YESTERDAY,TODAY,TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: *sighs*... christina... &lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: hmmm... i have no clue (anybody wanna help out?? leave a comment telling me what you think my best physical feature is) &lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: whenever the hell i get off the phone... lol... usually with christina :)&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: cokeness :)&lt;br /&gt;McDonald&apos;s or Burger King: Mckey D&apos;s!!!&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: i dont know, but to me, a single date seems a tad bit more romantic, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: nikes (pronounced: NYE-CKS) haha&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: nestea :)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla:  VANILLA!! I LOVETH THE VANILLA!!&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: capp&lt;br /&gt;Quiksilver or Hurley:quik&lt;br /&gt;Quiksilver or Billabong:quik&lt;br /&gt;Hurley or Billabong:hurley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU? &lt;br /&gt;Smoke: hell naw&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: lol yeah, i try not to, but sometimes i do&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: urvery mornin:)&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush(es): ..........no?&lt;br /&gt;Think you&apos;ve been in love: im not sure... &lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: a little&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness:  slightly, only when im in a car for long periods of time, or when im out on a sail boat&lt;br /&gt;Think you&apos;re attractive: im umkay...to girls that is... but guys think im a sexy beast! yeah! haha&lt;br /&gt;Think you&apos;re a health freak: nopenope:) dont care about carbs, cals, or sugars! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: eh... no not really lol&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your siblings: mmhmmm :)&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: AHHHHHHHH! I LOVE THE RAIN, AND I LOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEE THUNDERSTORMS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: Percussion and Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kissed: no&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a date: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: 4 times :)&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: nope, except during a band concert &lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos: nooo!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: cooked eel, it was... kinda... good... eh... *squirms*...&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: si senior, lastimo..... muy mal........................&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: lol i do skate, have you not even glanced at meh damn username?&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: in my bathtub ;)&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: strip poker!!!! yeaaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Been kissed? mhm&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: eh, naw&lt;br /&gt;Been caught &quot;doing something&quot;: lol, nope&lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease: uh uh :) &lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: hahahaha! i would LOVE to see some kid try and beat up a 240 lb me! lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: if im with a girl, and we are like in college, and im pretty sure i could spend the rest of my life with her, then i would ask her to marry me, but i kinda wanna do it when i have a steady job so i can be ready to support a family, and buy a house and what not&lt;br /&gt;Number of Children: 4, no more, no less&lt;br /&gt;Describe your dream wedding: ehh lol dunno&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: i wanna be a porn star! lol!&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to live in: iraq, i hear theyve got some nice pheromones out there for naked americans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GUY/GIRL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color?: i kinda like blue, or green... but if not, brown  &lt;br /&gt;Best hair color?: i think blonde goes with me, no? then if not, brunnette&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: long, i mean, not like, arm legth, but past the face...not that a girl with short hair wouldnt be hot, cause there are some hot girls with short hair &lt;br /&gt;Height: anything shorter than me, but not up the my friggin knees... lol... a taller girl would freak me out&lt;br /&gt;Best first date location: anywhere where you can have a goodtime and act yourself&lt;br /&gt;Best first kiss location: anywhere comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: like...8&lt;br /&gt;Number of CD&apos;s I own: 2038703870837480 and a half... plus iTunes&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: o0o! 0!&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: ;ksfekhqahjqwh4jw4 none you freak&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: lol, a bunch&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: i dunno like 18? yeah, 18</description>
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