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  <title>Co-ordinate brain and mouth___</title>
  <subtitle>RockBriarsWay</subtitle>
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    <name>RockBriarsWay</name>
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  <updated>2006-02-07T01:00:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:26378</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2006-02-06T16:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T01:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T01:00:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/___youvandal"&gt;___youvandal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/___youvandal"&gt;___youvandal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/___youvandal"&gt;___youvandal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Finally.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:25875</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2006-02-06T14:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T22:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T22:14:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A Bag of Crap</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Um.  Don't ask, I guess.  New journal, soon enough.  When I get unlazy, or feel a little better.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;dshfjashgirewgvrkigjwTF&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mean to write "wTF" in the jumble of letters. no joke? :3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:25628</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-12-28T17:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-28T22:55:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-28T22:55:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Smiths - "The Queen is Dead"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I didn't ask for anything for Christmas.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;But I unwrapped an iPod anyway.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Face it; it's the greatest iPod this side of the 'Scogg- thanks to a Mr. Timmy Stokes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Forget this journal; we're moving onto another.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:25518</id>
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    <title>sfdskujz011??</title>
    <published>2005-12-06T01:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-06T01:31:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bear vs. shark - "Rich People Say Yeah Hey Hey"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Livejournal is a goddamn waste of time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm waiting for this to just stop- it has come down to monthly intervals.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's soon.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th- The Invention at the State.  No one else playing matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because The Invention is my soul (a.k.a. Hannah Cox is my soul- ewktsdktg4ew love that girrrrl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th- THE KILLING MOOOOOON (SOFTER!SOFTER!SOFTER!) in Jay- dammmmn.  It's been a &lt;i&gt;very, very, very, very, very, very, very&lt;/i&gt; long time gone since I've seen Softer play.  I remember the last time I was supposed to go- I was at a Leavitt homecoming game.  What a load? (itwasworthit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think the old ASD songs will probably not be played- depressing.  It's what kept me hanging on.  The old songs.  The old.  The.  old.  song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9th?  Maybe.  Ska Rockets are always !!!(in a good way).  Skinheads aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm tired of shows.  I'm tired of &lt;strikeout&gt;people at the&lt;/strikeout&gt; shows.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Lindsay's lj was still around to comment on this, since only she really "gets" the inside lyrics in everything. ever. posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We're going to a party&lt;br /&gt;It's a birthday party&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday party; Happy Birthday, Darling-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you &lt;i&gt;very, very, very, very, very, very, very&lt;/i&gt; much&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;1, 2- 1,2,3 4;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:24975</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-11-12T23:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-13T04:22:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-13T04:22:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Smiths - "Vicar In A Tutu"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;ding ding ding da'da ding-ding.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:24725</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-09-21T21:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T01:44:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T01:44:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brand New - "Flying At Tree Level"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I keep reviving this livejournal for&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Particular REASON.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!--&lt;center&gt;!!!--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:24446</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-08-25T17:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T00:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T00:20:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>wtdf-idon'tknow,.wsd MAC?!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made a monster out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I want MAC.  I want it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that place so much, and I had to have stuff, so I had to leave it- haaaa, that's why I kept going around the place and going to book stores and stuff and stuff and stufffff; 'cause of &lt;b&gt;MAC&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I'd find something and spend all the rest of my money on it and cry that I couldn't get more, djgfhsdgfrewyyhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aajdhgfkert; I want some. o__o&lt;br /&gt;,ajf; Bad. o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saving for an iPod anymore; I'm taking the money, running away and getting MACCCCCCCCCC- sdjghthytj; you ruin dreams and build new ones~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fglhuki,lsertgf; I'm going CRAZY- a-ruh, must get some. &amp;gt;!&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh, I hate you.  But in a fantastic, wonderful, good way.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:24308</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-08-22T10:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T17:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T17:24:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brand New - "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Brand New, Brand New- I need'you, need'you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dead- but, I want to go to Old Orchard Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;To watch the fireworks; God Only Knows they'd be better than any that have ever happened here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride the ferris wheel, no matter how unsafe they're claimed to be.  Because I've never been on one and I believe it's the time to get over the fear.  of heights.  not ferris wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's interconnected- but it shouldn't phase you in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes- I've made my point.  Get me to the beach and I'll ride the ferris wheel.  What a way; to end the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can find the hidden Beach Boys song in this entry, can't you?</content>
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    <title>THE SEARCH IS OVER</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T02:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T02:16:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;STRAYLIGHT RUN FOUND UNDER THE MENACING BUREAU.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="40"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REJOICE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-07-13T19:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T02:51:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T02:51:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Weezer - "Say It Ain't So"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Last night was the Weezer show.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I must say- with all that perspiration, sweat that wasn't mine soaking onto the whole hoard, leaving no space or place dry in that damn crowd I was pressed in, half the time in an embrace with a some guy I knew as a stranger, though he held me up from falling under the whole of the front and I obliged to such a gesture, because, let's face it, I was scared shitless of being in that crowd and of being pressed and pushed and pulled and lifted about and above the people, the perspiring people who were far more insane and rabid than I could have ever been if I had control over my feet.  Must say; for a first on the floor, falling down with a clump of the crowd wasn't so bad, and it wasn't even a recurrence after that stranger held onto me to keep me from going down with them all again.  I spent the first five minutes of the Weezer segment in some guy's god-damn arms with my own god-damn limbs wrapped around his god-damn neck so tightly I imagined him to suffocate, and all the while standing dead center alarmingly close to the stage, listening to "Say It Ain't So"; and I was the happiest little girl this side of the 'Scogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yeah- that show last night &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; my first main-stream show.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And it was &lt;i&gt;spectacular&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bad points, some good points- overall, It was grand.  Woke up with bruises on select areas, scuffed shoes, and purple toes.  The daily morning ritual insinuated; then read &lt;b&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/b&gt; all day.  In love with this book, frankly.  Like it better than Catch 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Missing some people, but not going to do anything about it.  Never was one to take the initiative in things.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wrote up some new stuff early this morning.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Quit when I fell asleep at the desk.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I apologize; had the fever to tell.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-07-11T17:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T00:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T00:55:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Atticus Finch - "In The Morning"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I am just NOW getting into the summer mood.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;At the 11th of June, in a cardigan and chucks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But, &lt;i&gt;HEY&lt;/i&gt; !!  Better LATE than NEVER.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new All-American Rejects album comes out tomorrow; and, I must admit, I have become enamored with it's kick-start of "Dirty Little Secret".  I also bought the &lt;b&gt;Clueless&lt;/b&gt; Soundtrack, 'cause, let's face it; Clueless is one of my favorite movies and I love the music they parade around throughout the feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yessssssssss.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000002TWJ.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Supergrass and Mighty Mighty Bosstones &lt;i&gt;a la mode&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently musically-in-love with Stereophonics and The International Noise Conspiracy.  Also-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Atticus Finch is, quite possibly, my new pal in terms of music.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've found this killer song by Husky Rescue called "Summertime Cowboy" quite appealing, so much so that I had it blasting outdoors whilst I fell repeatedly in attempt to learn how to skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I need an I-Pod for all this stuff.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sarah's in Indiana, Lauren's at camp, Elise is grounded, Kristen's playing field hockey all the time..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Christ, I need new friends to waste away with.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I just run around the neighborhood by myself in my chuck taylors and ridiculously preppy shirts; harass some little kids if I feel up to it, chase some ice cream trucks down, 'cause they never stop for a big kid like me.  Fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;TOMORROW IS WEEZER !!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'll cease.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-07-08T23:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-09T06:45:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-09T06:45:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anberlin - "A Day Late"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I should look for a job.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I should look &lt;i&gt;harder&lt;/i&gt; for a job.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezer in a matter of days.  My going there is pretty "!!!", since the past prospects for who I was going with have all ducked out.  I'm sure there will be plenty of people I know there, but I'll still be enjoying it alone.  Blech- scenesters galore, I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home earlier from seeing a concert with Lauren and company; The Allman Brothers and Gavin Degraw.  Gavin Degraw was a joy to listen to, with that southern twang every time he slurred bits between his songs.  The Allman Brothers sparked up the stoners in the back into a frenzied mob of dance.  Not a lovely sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got autographs from Mr. Degraw.  He's not very attractive as all the other girls were claiming in squeals as they rushed toward him upon seeing him up close.  He's charismatic; which is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I really need a show-buddy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still baffled about AP English.  Well, that I'm in it.. I suck at school as of Sophomore year.  Like I admitted to Lauren, "I have no idea where my head is."  Still, Doc calling my house was pretty grand; best phone conversation ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;License Date: August 4th, 8:00 a.m.  Ecstatic that I got a date back, but at the same time bummed.. I sent out in May, and got an August date.  The early morning hours doesn't phase me, it's not like I am &lt;i&gt;incapable&lt;/i&gt; of waking up early.  Love how I use italics a lot.  For &lt;i&gt;emphasis&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do about the upcoming school year.  I have no idea on how I got so lazy with schoolwork and the like, but, hell; it happened.  And the fact that it did shouldn't even be a fact.  Another fact is that I fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm such a fucked up kid.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S.-  Anberlin &amp;gt; Saosin&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:23038</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-06-26T15:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-26T22:07:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-26T22:07:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Straylight Run - "The Tension and The Terror"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Ground.  Dead.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*Grounded.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And the reason for being grounded has yet to have been unveiled to me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I see it as a pointless grounding; it's not like I am being held captive inside the house.  I am able to leave, go out, go anywhere.  I'm just grounded from anything that provides entertainment in the Pelletier residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;No big deal.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-06-19T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T00:58:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T00:58:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Foo Fighters - "Everlong"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;God-&lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt;, I'm lazy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it is &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; officially summer, and I'll tell you why I think so.  My mum bought this super gigantic transparent-green beach ball.. and it has a pattern of fish on it.  Yeah, now you have an idea of what I've been doing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still; coolest thing I own, other than my "Vote for Briar" shirt, which I have no idea of its location.  Last year's summer quest was to find The Last Unicorn (accomplished), this year is to find my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of giant beach balls, I was playing the "bounce the ball back into the bin" game at Wal-Mart (a Briar original game) and upon it being my turn to take a crack at it, I bounced my ball too high; so high, that it went into the other aisle, and instead of hearing that "thud" of it hitting the floor, I heard a little boy's "ow!".  Hahaa; best start of summer &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;.  His big mom yelled at me.  I felt bad because I was fighting myself not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah; selling my car.  All the money is going to my dad, though; he needs the money for a truck.  But I still get jealous when I look at my sister's Mitsubishi Eclipse convertible, because, well; I'm a fucking brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my job, too.  All I can do about that is give my shoulders a shrug.  Not like I was getting a lot of hours there anyway, but I still feel like some jobless sleaze.  I don't have any money anymore and I still owe everyone and their mom twenty bucks a piece.  How horrid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show that the summer started off both absolutely amazing and absolutely awful.  Still no date for my license and now no car, and all I want to do is do something; but do it &lt;i&gt;aimlessly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Get what I mean..?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:22273</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-06-04T10:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-04T17:03:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-04T17:03:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Death Cab for Cutie - "Death of an Interior Decorator"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Let's lay out on the lawn to Death Cab.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:22068</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-06-02T14:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T21:34:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T21:40:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Today was bad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something in the road a few houses down, so I went to go check it out, and move it before someone hit it speeding down the street.  Upon becoming closer, I saw it was a snapping turtle.  Go figure, it was so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept going, and upon closer inspection, I saw that it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; already struck by a car.  Picked up the pace, got to it, and saw its shell cracked, jaw broken, blood from its mouth on the ground.  It had a little baby turtle behind it, but I didn't realize it what it was at first; the poor thing had been squashed.  Then the bigger turtle, which I presumed was the mother, tried to move her head, and my eyes started to tear up a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay.. yeah; I cried.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I was, waddling about on the side of the road, carrying this beaten up, close to death Snapping turtle, and biting my lip to stop from crying.  I didn't see much hope for her, so I just placed her back into the river.  The same for the baby snapping turtle.. well, it's carcass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sucks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hate society and the sick bastards that swerve to hit things in the road.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reminds me of the &lt;i&gt;Grapes of Wrath&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Side-Note:&lt;/b&gt; I fell on my ass on the stairs at school.  HILARITY !!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-06-01T10:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T14:12:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T14:12:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Softer - "the Sea Is A Fickle Mistress"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I just realized how difficult it is to use the emphasis of phonetics in writing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I thought these few pages would be &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;According to Doc, it's unacceptable to begin sentences with a conjunction, so scratch the latter.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't grounded for long.  I always seem to get mere slaps on the wrist, and you may find that a good thing, but I'd rather not have them at all.  Can't help but hear that quote in my head, that one from Back to the Future; "You're a slacker, McFly.".  I take everything else seriously, why can't I view my work that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it sad that I am asking myself "why?"; how foolish!  Just keep lacing your fingers behind your head, Briar Pelletier, and tell yourself, "It'll get better with time", because you know it won't get better with &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt;, it will get better with &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;discipline&lt;/i&gt;, and God knows you don't have much of that.  Lenience brought you down, didn't it?  It was lenience.. or was it laziness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I really need to cut the habit of starting my sentences with conjunctions.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But, I'll do it anyway.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Old habits always die hard.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:21664</id>
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    <title>"Guess I'm grounded, got my wings clipped.."</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T13:12:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T13:12:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Boys Night Out - "The Only Honest Love Song"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I am SO Grounded, that I'm&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIX FEET UNDER ??!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cue the angst; I'll be home all June.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Science Won't Save Us All</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T14:04:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T14:04:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Snow Patrol - "How To Be Dead"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;The girl next to me won't stop listening to Switchfoot,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I can't help but find it really, really annoying.&lt;/center&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, I am drowning her out with some Snow Patrol.  If that's at all possible..&lt;br /&gt;To drown anyone with the songs of Snow Patrol, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I'll be able to go to the show on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But, I will attempt to find a way.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rockbriarsway:20994</id>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-05-19T10:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T14:02:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T14:02:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I walk slow.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>REVENGE OF THE SITH !!?</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T14:34:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T14:34:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kenny Loggins - "Danger Zone"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I've finally cracked-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="big"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANT TO SEE STAR WARS: REVENGE OF THE SITH SOO BAD !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size="big"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you for your time..&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-05-14T20:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T03:36:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T03:36:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Iron Butterfly - "Butterfly Bleu"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Holy &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been productive; mostly contemplative.  But, I'm just too lazy to change the Mood on here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing things about people.  And, I'm not wishing that I didn't hear them; what would be better is if they weren't doing such things to spark these conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I highly dislike change.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I could say "hate", but I'm trying to cut down on saying things I don't really mean.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And "Stay the same" is too great a thing to ask.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I'm being ridiculous.  Blargh.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-04-20T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T02:11:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T02:11:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dave Mathews Band - "Everyday"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Hm.. looks like I don't have much to say lately.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual- but truthful, nonetheless.. and I waste my time typing this, too.  Quite odd.</content>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-04-16T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T00:48:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T00:48:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Patrick Park - "Something Pretty"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;This is what I have to say about my Report Card-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; ... whoops.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>rockbriarsway @ 2005-04-14T21:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T01:44:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-15T01:46:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Smiths - "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Today I went to Young Writer's for the first time,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I had fun. &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it to be a lot of fun, even though Lauren and Sami didn't think it to be so.  But, seeing as they went on so many others before, I bet there have been more exciting ones.  The speaker was a bit &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; enthusiastic, but she did a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few mind-boggling thoughts I was left with after Young Writer's was over were as follows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Why did we have to think of a color and noun at the beginning of this...?  We never did anything with them.."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"That gothic kid seems to hate me.  Funny, as I've never talked to him before, and he butts into our conversations with such rude comments.. jerk.."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;" 'Oblivious to the world'?  What does Justin mean by that..?  Do I take things too seriously all the time..?  My face isn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; funny-looking..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I loved it.  Every minute of it.  Love - Love -Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope I can attend another one.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That would be wonderful.. &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On another note- I'm becoming more and more quiet..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just don't feel like talking much, unless someone else strikes up conversation.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What the hell sparked me to be so shy all of a sudden..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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