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  <title>Area 137</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 06:01:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fuck...I hate being a poor ass SOB</title>
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  <description>So, life is being so fucking cruel to me right now.Tonight I applied to the University of Iowa as a transfer student. Why? Because I&apos;m too fucking poor to attend the great UofC. I&apos;m still waiting on my financial aid decision, but the director already told my mom I should go to another school. Fucking aye!!! I would never have thought my life so far would be like this. I mean even if I get an alright package, I still need a loan to pay for my books. But I need a co-signer for that...and I can&apos;t find one. I want to stay at the UofC, but I guess society says that If you&apos;re too fucking poor you can&apos;t receive the best education out there. Things haven&apos;t changed. They&apos;ve gotten worse. And the divide between the rich and the poor continues to grow. I&apos;m not going to give up or in. I&apos;m going to show the world something one day, one day soon.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2005 19:32:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sending you to...</title>
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  <description>Summer is almost here and still I have no job!! I NEED a job! I NEED money!! I&apos;m a dork, sue me. Time to get back to work and stop being a demanding, over achieving, annoyingly selfish little bitch. A bientot.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2005 02:32:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Exploitation of the Mind</title>
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  <description>Ok, check this...I have a boyfriend that&apos;s been great to me for the past two weeks. He&apos;s a good friend of mine out here. Problem...I&apos;m afraid of attachments. To use the typical guy term for this feeling: I care about him alot. I&apos;m not falling all head over heels for him, I just like being with him, but I feel as if I&apos;m a bore or something like to that affect. I&apos;ve had fun hanging out with him, glo, alex, mike, and shane (and all those other folks I&apos;ve neglected to mention) for the past few days. Maybe it&apos;s just me but something doesn&apos;t feel right. Hell, why am I even writing on this journal thing when I said I&apos;d stop...now the whole world can read and marvel at how much I am in denial of all this! I&apos;m not truly in denial, just pulling back a little...making a real relationship out of this I guess. Maybe we spend too much time together, I don&apos;t know? Anyone who observes us feel free to comment. Maybe I should just focus on my freaking work for now, I have to go.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2004 03:42:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Who knows</title>
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  <description>to those lost in a million thoughts of nothingness. the nothingness that never seems to subsist. that nagging feeling in one&apos;s gut that never goes away. to feel like something could be more than what it ought to be. to feel the power of destiny. it&apos;s unimaginable.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2004 23:23:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nothin Left to do</title>
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  <description>Gosh, I&apos;m so excited i graduate on Saturday.  This week is a breeze and I&apos;m going to have plenty of fun.  Then I&apos;ll have to get serious again when I go to U of C, but that&apos;s alright.  Life is great, not many worries for me, at least for now.  In case I didn&apos;t mention it, I&apos;m new at this whole livejournal thing but have plenty of friends who do this.  I&apos;m a kid from  Elgin, IL it&apos;s about 45min from Chicago. Well gotta go. AIM: mmars137</description>
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