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12:41am 25/08/2008
  I have not  died yet  
     

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05:28pm 11/03/2008
   
     

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02:39am 08/03/2008
  This is just a random passage from the book im reading right now. The wind-up bird chronicle by haruki murakami. I'm only about half way but so far i would recommend it.......

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    When the man finished singing, there was scattered applause, neither overly enthusiastic nor entirely perfunctory. There were no more than ten or fifteen customers in the place. The fellow stood and bowed. He seemed to make some kind of funny remarks that caused a few of the customers to laugh. I called the bartender and ordered my third whiskey. Then, finally, I took off my coat and scarf.
    "That concludes my show for tonight," announced the singer. He seemed to pause and survey the room. "But there must be some of you here tonight who didn't like my songs. For you, I've got a little something extra. I don't so this all the time, so you should consider yourselves very lucky."
    He set his guitar on the floor and, from the guitar case, took a single thick white candle. He lit is with a match, dripped some wax onto a plate, and stood the candle up. Then, looking like the Greek philosopher, he held the plate aloft. "Can i have the lights down please?" One of the employees dimmed the lights somewhat. "A little darker, if you don't mind." Now the place became much darker, and the candle flame stood out clearly. Palms wrapped around my whiskey glass to warm it, I kept my eyes on the man and his candle.
    "As you are well aware," the man continued, his voice soft but penetrating, "in the course of life we experience  many kinds of pain. Pains of the body and pains of the heart. I know i have experienced pains in many different forms in my life, and I'm sure you have too. In most cases though, I'm sure you've found it very difficult to convey the truth of that pain to another person: to explain it in words. People say that only they themselves can understand the pain they are feeling. But is this true? I for one do not believe that it is. If, before our eyes, we see someone who is truly suffering, we do sometimes feel his suffering and pain as our own. This is the power of empathy. Am i making myself clear?"
    He broke off and looked around the room once again.
    "The reason that people sing songs for other people is because they want to have the power to arouse empathy, to break free of the narrow shell of the self and share their pain and joy with others. This is not an easy thing to do, of course. And so tonight, as a kind of experiment, I want you to experience a simpler, more physical kind of empathy."
    Everyone in the place was hushed now, all eyes fixed on the stage. Amid the silence, the man stared off into space, as if to insert a pause or to reach a state of mental concentration. Then, without a word, he held his left hand over the lighted candle. Little by little, he brought the palm closer and closer to the flame. Someone in the audience made a sound like a sigh or a moan. You could see the tip of the flame burning the man's palm. You could almost hear the sizzle of the flesh. A woman released a hard little scream. Everyone else just watched in frozen horror. The man endured the pain, his face distorted in agony. What the hell was this? Why did he have to do such a stupid, senseless thing? I felt my mouth going dry. After five or six seconds of this, he slowly removed his hand from the flame and set the dish with the candle in it on the floor. Then he clasped his hands together, the right and left palms pressed against each other.
    "As you have seen tonight, ladies and gentlemen, pain can actually burn a person's flesh<" said the man. His voice sounded exactly as it had earlier:quiet, steady, cool. No trace of suffering remained on his face. Indeed, it had been replaced by a faint smile. "And the pain that must have been there, you have been able to feel as if it were your own. That is the power of empathy."
    The man slowly parted his clasped hands. From between them he produced a thin red scarf, which he opened for all to see. Then he stretched his palms out towards the audience. There were no burns at all. A moment of silence followed, and then people expressed their relief in wild applause. The lights came up, and the chatter of voices replaced the tension that had filled the room. As if the whole thing had never happened, the man put his guitar into the case, stepped down from the stage, and disappeared.

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I can't sleep
 
     

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01:30am 21/11/2007
  I'm happy, and i like feeling happy :)  
     

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what doesnt kill us makes us who we are   
10:02pm 21/09/2007
  fuck fuck who's lonely, i'm lonely la de da de dah



i can't wait to see across the universe tomorrow
 
     

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Im not an alcoholic, i swear   
12:17am 28/08/2007
  Im way too shy at meeting people. i think i should always be at least one maybe two shots drunk at all times. I think i would have a lot more friends and people would like me better.  
     

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01:29am 24/08/2007
  the most fun game ever!!!

http://bored.com/boomshine/index.htm

maybe its only fun when you are drunk but i couldnt tell you the truth right now. ill up date tomorrow and tell you if it is just as fun sober.


edit:::: my record is 52/55 on level 12.

let me know if you beat me
 
     

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12:02am 23/08/2007
  I hate having a roommate, especially a potluck roommate.
I am Sam, the lazy roommate who sits around in the room all day, on the computer, annoying the shit out of their roommate. Arrggg i hate being that person.






 
     

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i want my life to be like this song   
11:00pm 16/08/2007
  Talk about a fresh start....
I am seriously on my own now, no parents, no boyfriend to carry me through all the hardships, living with three sorority chicks who i just met today, across campus from most of my friends from last year. I am really on my own now, and for once, i think i can handle it. I can do this. I dont have a choice, survival of the fittest baby! I know what I want; dancing at this new dance studio, getting better grades, making real friends that love me for who i am. all thats the easy stuff.  The hard stuff is the stuff that i know i have to do even if i dont want too.

I feel oddly happy because i know things had to happen this way. I had to be completely disgusted with my behavior and cast out by everyone in order to pick myself up and set myself right

But at the same time, I'm scared shitless. And embarassed. And sad that i destroyed the only real relationship i've ever had. I'm so sorry wilkes for everything. I know things have to be this way. But you are my best friends and i never want to lose that, ever. If im acting weird towards you im sorry, i dont mean to, im just trying to figure it out.
 
     

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a year later   
04:03pm 22/07/2007
 




why can't i be normal and liked?
 
     

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11:44pm 15/07/2007
 
mood: lazy
i will possibly, one day, maybe post the pictures from the cruise i went on.... eventually
 
     

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yup fuck   
02:41am 18/06/2007
  Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket









 
     

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04:48pm 12/06/2007
  AIM is not working on my computer, i don't now why. I'm bored, I want to talk to people.

I miss you. I dont know what to do
 
     

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07:05pm 31/05/2007
  There is something terribly depressing about this time of day.  
     

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tell us what we did wrong then you can blame us for it   
11:43pm 15/05/2007
 
mood: crazy

For the past two summers i have made mixed cds that sum up the feelings, whims and guilty indulgences of the season but this year im doing something new. I'm going to continue making cds in rapid succession so that i dont even have time to become sick of them. In the larger scope of things i hope to keep myself mindlessly busy in hope that this summer will pass quickly.

So basically your job in to tell me what kick ass awesome new songs you would put on a mixed cd. If you make a whole cd i promise to name it after you and you will live in infamy in my cd case or the floor of my newly dented car

Yeah... im in a fucking weird mood, maybe ill explain later if you ask nicely

 
     

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Zero and One   
03:25am 10/05/2007
   
     

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07:11pm 07/05/2007
 
mood: ummm, yeah
This is what i do instead of study....























Photoshop fun






 
     

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Oh, it should've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.   
12:55pm 24/04/2007
  Oh, it should've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go.



 
     

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i need something to make me feel better about myself...   
09:19pm 28/03/2007
 

Ehhh I'm bored again....should be doing work but i don't care anymore. and yeah...everyone says that 'blah blah i hate school blah' but seriously, i hardly care about anything anymore. whatever.   Anyways heres some pictures that i have taken throughout the years......



 
     

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01:36am 28/03/2007
 
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