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  <title>Can't take the kid from the fight</title>
  <subtitle>take the fight from the kid</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-07-02T19:50:33Z</updated>
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    <title>Topic: 185 (It's your moment of triumph! Where are you and what are you doing?)</title>
    <published>2007-07-02T19:50:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-02T19:50:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I’ am standing on stage for the first time in my life, I have my guitar strap around my shoulder, and it the guitar itself is pressed against my stomach. Standing to the left of me is Brendon behind me sitting behind his drum set Spencer, and all the way to the far right is Brent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are beginning to play our first live show, it is the first time we have played for a live audience. I am nervous as I’ve ever been but somehow I feel that I am ready for this, I push aside my shyness and begin to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon’s singing is loud and enthusiastic, he is happy as are the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at it all, I never really thought we would be as far along as we are. One album down and another one coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert after concert, performances and more show appearances. Sometimes fame and glory isn’t all it is cracked up to be, sometimes I can feel myself being drained out and it just gets more and more tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it does die down, I always want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 190</content>
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    <title>If you could completely start your life over from scratch...</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T20:52:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T20:52:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I’d probably have to say I’d try to have a slightly better relationship with my father. Which is probably not something most people would want but I feel that me and him missed a lot of stuff due to him being drunk and be being slightly stubborn to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now that he’s dead I can’t rekindle what happened, but I can always think of ways to make it seem like it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I know it makes no sense and that I should just continue to forget about it, but he is my father. I did cry at his funeral, what else can I do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say I miss him, I miss him at times but than I think about all the other stuff and than I don’t miss him as much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s really the only thing I’d change, I like the way my life is right now. I have great friends, a great life ahead of me and I’m willing to live each day to it’s fullest and live it that way until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 189</content>
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    <title>Listen..</title>
    <published>2007-04-27T05:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T05:04:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brendon got a tattoo, at first I thought he was nuts but I let him do it anyway. I'm not a controlling boyfriend nope not one bit.... okay maybe a little but if he wants to print his body fuck might as well let him better that I know than him doing it behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the tattoo is of piano keys (just like him to get that kind of tattoo.)</content>
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    <title>Topic: 175</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T18:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T18:19:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You’re all thinking I’d say Brendon right? Well Brendon is my best friend but than again, so is Spencer and Jon. It’s hard to say who my best friend is, when I have more than one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer has been there the longest, Brendon has captured something no one else could, and Jon is still working his way up on the friend charts but still a pretty close friend to me. Than there is also Brent, who might not be with the band anymore, but at some point  he was my best friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to decide who my best friend is, when I have 3 of the greatest friends ever. Jon, Spencer, and Brendon. They help me more than they could ever imagine and you know, if I didn’t have those guys I don’t think I’d be able to really compared anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends have a special place with me some more than others though. Brendon for instance but that just cause he means more to me than anything.</content>
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    <title>Announcement</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T18:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T18:59:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENDON!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Topic 173</title>
    <published>2007-04-07T02:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-07T02:19:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Topic 173: Write a Fan Letter&lt;/b&gt; (187)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was searching through some old files on my old laptop, and I came across something kind of embarrassing and really old. It was an old fan letter I wrote to Pete Wentz and Fall Out Boy awhile back, it was when me and the guys were first forming the band. WAY after Pet Salamander *laughs* but here is the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pete and Fall Out Boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi we are Panic! At the Disco, and we are a small band located in Las Vegas, Nevada and well we are just getting started but we’ve been playing for a while now, I’m emailing you because me and my friends wanted to see if you guys would be interested in listening to some of our music, we have some songs up on Pure Volume and just need some “professional” feedback . We would really appreciate it, if you guys could listen but if you’re busy that’s understandable. Hope to hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ryan, Brendon, Brent, and Spencer (Panic! At the Disco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Brent played Bass before Jon. When Brent “quit” we replaced him with Jon.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>*sigh* im bored</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T01:31:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T01:31:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Wrath&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who did you last get angry with?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last time I was angry, I was angry at myself.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your weapon of choice?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Never&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How about the same sex?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I have.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brendon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your pet peeve?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Honestly I have no clue &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I tend to let things go pretty easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Sloth&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is one thing you're suppose to do daily that you haven't?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brush my hair?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3 in the afternoon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brent&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is the last lame excuse that you made?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I was tired.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I don't use an alarm clock that often.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Water I guess.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you a meat eater?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not so much anymore.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1 drink is enough for me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I could eat more.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you enjoy candy and sweets?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A little bit of all three.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Noo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Greed&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many credit cards do you own?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Too many&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;No fucking clue.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;What if i'm already rich and famous?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hmm.. yeah sure.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Pride&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A Fever You Can't Sweat Out&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I don't know, I guess I never really asked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Get the second album done.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not really.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not that I recall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever cheated to get a better score?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What did you do today that you're proud of?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I sang to Brendon a couple of days ago.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Lust&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fuck if I know...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Probably more than I think.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I'll have to go with necklines.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Envy&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I borrow my friends stuff all the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not really&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I like being me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I wish I had Brendon's stage personality, he's so lively.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;What deadly sin...&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you do the most often?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pride&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you do the least often?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Envy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Is your favorite to act on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lust&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/view-survey.php?id=544" title="Seven Deadly Sins Survey"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; or other &lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;PimpSurveys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>i want to make it up to you this way.</title>
    <published>2007-03-25T07:55:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-25T08:00:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan sat in his bedroom strumming at his guitar, his fingers playing a melody that was once played by one of his favorite bands; Muse. He had wanted to make it up to Brendon somehow and it was last night that he realized what he could do. At that moment he knew it was something that would be rather cheesy but he didn’t care at this moment. Of course it was something he wanted to do and he was going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan finally perfected the melody he waited and than smiled lightly before moving and walking to Brendon’s room knocking on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited until Brendon opened the door. “I have something for you” he said and moved, and walked in with his guitar in hand. “Sit on the bed” he said and moved sitting down on the chair in Brendon’s room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brendon was quiet he moved and began to play his guitar soon after that he began to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything about you is how I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your freedom comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you resonates happiness&lt;br /&gt;Now I wont settle for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you pains my envying&lt;br /&gt;Your soul cant hate anything&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you is so easy to love&lt;br /&gt;They’re watching you from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I want the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Give me the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you resonates happiness&lt;br /&gt;Now I wont settle for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I want the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Give me the peace and joy in your mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Topic: 171</title>
    <published>2007-03-24T02:12:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-24T02:12:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;What is the biggest mistake you've made in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt; (180)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-reacting. I’ve over-reacted so much and it’s hurt my relationship with a certain someone. But I don’t know I’m doing it until it’s all going down to shit hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I got back with my love and I’m very happy after being away from him for 5 days it drove me crazy I couldn’t sleep, eat, or even function right cause really I was worried and the reason he left was cause of be.. Over-reacting after he even told me it wasn’t what I thought it was, and that the feelings he had weren’t there anymore and in fact he DID love me. But I doubted him because I felt hurt and I know I hurt him in the aftermath of me being over-dramatic and that was the last thing I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and him have made tons of mistakes and for that our relationship faltered a lot but honestly I think all the mistakes we made be them big or small it actually strengthened our relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also taught to learn from my mistakes anyway.</content>
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    <title>.....</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T23:34:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T23:37:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing....</lj:music>
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    <title>short-fic</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T01:49:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T01:49:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan laid on his bed, curled up his knees to his chest. He had his eyes clenched closed as he laid there his head was swimming with depression and grief he wanted Brendon but how could he want someone who had had doubts about loving him in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan opened his eyes when he heard someone knock at his door. “Go away” he said but his words were slightly muffled. “Ryan it’s Spencer.. Come on man open up.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan sits up a little and looks at the door; he sighed lightly and slowly got to his feet shuffling toward the door. He places his hand on the knob pulling the door open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer looks at Ryan, who’s face was red and stained with tears. “Oh man, Ryan” he said  softly. Ryan looks at Spencer than moves and lets Spencer in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan closes the door and walks over to his bed, sitting atop of it; his knees resting against his chest his back placed against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer walked over and sat next to Ryan on the bed, placing a comforting hand on Ryan’s shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was I stupid?” Ryan said softly. Spencer looks at him, “no Ryan you weren’t stupid.” He said lightly. Ryan rubbed his face lightly against his knees, “but I over-reacted didn’t I.” He said softly, Spencer listened to him and it almost sounded like Ryan blamed all of this on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ryan, none of this is your fault and I know you think it is but it’s not.” Spencer said and moved putting his arm around Ryan and patted his shoulder softly, “it will take time you two are just having problems it will be okay.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looked at Spencer, before moving and hugging him, he said softly into his ear, “thank you Spencer.”&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[playing]</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T05:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T05:53:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ryan sat on his bed, talking with Spencer. He felt completely empty and he felt that he could no longer cry. He couldn’t think straight, and he kept thinking about Brendon and it was hurting more and more each second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer rubbed Ryan’s back softly as he felt tears run down his face, but they wouldn’t be long tears cause he felt he was completely dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I honestly don’t think I can cry anymore Spence” he said lightly and wiped his eyes, “I feel horrible.” He said placing his hands in his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer looked at him and felt anger but also sadness for his friend and former boyfriend. He moved closer to Ryan before moving and hugging him tightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan felt Spencer pull him forward and Ryan slowly moved and latched onto Spencer hugging him just as tightly as Spencer was hugging him.</content>
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    <title>come look at what i found?!</title>
    <published>2007-03-13T02:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-13T02:29:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ryan sat on his bed, in his room, tuning his guitar since he really had nothing better to do. Brendon had ran out into the woods and came back extremely excited saying “I found something fucking cool! You all have to come see it!” Ryan wasn’t about to get up and go into the woods to see something that was probably not even cool to begin with. He tried to drag Spencer and Jon out but they both just shooed him off and went back to playing their card game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looked at the clock on his wall and he knew sooner or later Brendon would be bursting through his bedroom to try to drag him outside to see what he found.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( yeah it sucks :/ ))</content>
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    <title>Topic: 169</title>
    <published>2007-03-10T03:31:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-10T03:31:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Fragile&lt;/b&gt; (298)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile that’s what people seem to think I am now and days; Fragile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I’m a lot stronger than most people think; I’m not as fragile as I seem. Physically yes I’m fragile but mentally I’m about as strong as Brendon, Spencer, or Jon; maybe even stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess coming home to a house, that seemed almost quiet during the day but loud at night also has a way of making you mentally stronger than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father the alcoholic, it’s not something I like talking about really but for some reason I feel that now is a good time to talk about him. But when you’re being beaten to the ground physically and mentally you have to find some way of making yourself strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been kicked out of my house, and beaten verbally and physically by my father. I can’t say I hate him cause he’s my father, it wasn’t either of our faults he just happened to be that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I wouldn’t go home if I saw his car there, I would stay with the guys or just sleep in the rehearsal halls I was afraid if  I went home he would do something worse than beat me; and that scared me most of the time, I didn’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he’s dead, I still feel that he and I never truly looked eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the fact that me and him really never saw eye to eye is what made me so mentally strong but now and days, I’ve found myself becoming more fragile toward certain things wither it’s a relationship or just friendships in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I could be headstrong.</content>
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    <title>heh</title>
    <published>2007-03-08T23:40:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T08:13:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know I never say this but im as happy as a school girl, haha. But really I haven't been this happy in along time, I've been stressed about working on the new album and stuff but the past two days my mind has been completly in another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon saw my last entry and a lot of things went down but in the end it all changed, and I think I finally found someone who really means more to me than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even said how much he meant to me, and I only did it in three words even if at first he seemed a little clueless but that's Brendon for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm happy. &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so good feelings gone, now im worried about Brendon. I hope his migraine goes away :(</content>
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    <title>i hate myself</title>
    <published>2007-03-07T06:46:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-07T07:05:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I’ve got everything I could possible hope for; and I don’t want it to go away, but somehow I feel what I’m about to say will end up probably kicking me in the face and make him hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I didn’t want to tell Spencer about me and Brendon was because… Me and Spencer, we had a small thing going on and I honestly didn’t want to hurt him. I think I might of though, because he saw me and Brendon kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate myself for the things I’ve done. I hope Brendon doesn’t hate me for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Spencer was the first… for a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t hate me Brendon. (I have a feeling you’re reading this anyway.)</content>
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    <title>Another one.</title>
    <published>2007-02-25T03:10:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-25T03:15:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;B o y f r i e n d s&amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b oy f r i e n d::b a s i c s&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's his name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brendon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How old is he?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;19 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's his middle name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Boyd &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How tall is he?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5'6" i think. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How much does he weigh?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;More than me :x &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What color eyes does he have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What color hair does he have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Black &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does he work out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If so, how much does he bench?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fuck if I know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does he have any piercings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does he have any tattoos?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What size ring does he wear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fuck if I know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What size shoe does he wear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;8 1/2 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does he wear boxers or briefs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Boxers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do people usually think when they see him?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;He's a sex icon, answer enough? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is he an emotional person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is he open with you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;At times. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has he ever lied to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Probably. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fuck if I know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you forgive him? Why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I always forgive him. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How much time do you two usually spend together?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;We're practically always together the joys of being in a band. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever hurt him emotionaly?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm sure I have. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Physically?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you make him do things he doesn't want to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hahaha I don't know. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;w h a t::d o::y o u::t h i n k&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;About his body?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*blush* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;His smile?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Gets me everytime &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;His hands?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Soft &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kisses?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Words can't describe. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you feel safe in his arms?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has he ever bought you anything?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*shrugs* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sent you a card?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not yet. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gave you flowers?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the most romantic thing he's ever done?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hmm.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has he made lifetime promises to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Umm... I think. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the most special one?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Does not telling people count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have allll the pictures he's ever given you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not really.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What about the ones of you two together?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;We have some.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you think about his ex girlfriends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Audrey? She was okay. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does he still talk to them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Umm i'm not sure. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do they know about you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do they like you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I think so. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you CARE of they like you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Umm.. maybe a little. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you feel about girls hitting on him?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I's kind of unavoidable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has a girl hit on him infront of you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Many have. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What did you do about it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nothing &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you compare him to your ex boyfriends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;He's my first. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has he ever drawn you anything?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you two fight a lot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Haha  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who usually says sorry first?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's fault is the fight usually?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It's equal &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you keep his letters?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have his text-messages saved. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Even the envelopes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No envelopes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever put lipstick on and kissed the letter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HAH no. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has he?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has he changed since the beginning of your relationship with him?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's his worst habbit?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Moodswings &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you tried to stop it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No can't really stop those types of things. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to move away from your family?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;h a s::h e::e v e r&amp;lt;33&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Rubbed your tummy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not yet. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kissed your hand?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your forehead?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your tummy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not that I know. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your nose?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your cheek?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your neck?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Has he ever fought someone for you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Stick up for you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ignored your phone calls?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Yell at you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cuss at you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hit you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Throw something at you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Encourage you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Just make out in front of your parents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cuddle up with you when you needed comfort?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Make you warm?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go to a drs appiontment with you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Haven't been to a Drs. Appointment in awhile. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Buy your family xmas presents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*shrugs* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Broken a promise?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Let you do his hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dress him up like a girl?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Let you win a fight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cheat on a game so you could win?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't know. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Animal name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;l a s t::t h i n g s&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you two make a good couple?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you really love him?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm starting to think so. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does he really love you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;He told me himself. (I think... he did say he was FALLING in love with me.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S62694/B_o_y_f_r_i_e_n_d_s&amp;lt;3.html" title="B o y f r i e n d s&amp;lt;3"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="MySpace Surveys"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Topic 167</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T01:46:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-24T01:46:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Write about disappointment or disillusion.&lt;/b&gt; (155)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get disappointed in my fans, mostly the ones who find me so “adorable” that they can’t recognized that I’m actually a talented person. It drives me crazy; I wish just once that someone would say you are so talented! Instead of “oh my god you’re so fucking adorable“, at least give me some nice credit to myself besides the “adorable” factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t learn the guitar for nothing. Sometimes I’m glad I gave the vocals over to Brendon, he likes the whole “your adorable” thing, cause he craves attention all the time wither it’s from the fans or the band mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not completely disappointed in my fans, there are those select few that listen to us for our music and not just for our looks, I don’t really have that big of a problem with it but sometimes it just makes me feel like I’m not getting enough credit for the music.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>The Talk with Spencer.</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T23:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T23:06:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spencer knows, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be I figured since he was my closest and oldest friend he would take it differently than say Jon would, since Jon was still getting to know all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Spencer sat down outside the studio on the stairs and just talked about what he had “witnessed” in the hallway. He was a little shocked but he said he figured something was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, but I was still upset that he of all people found out, when really I wanted to break it to him gently. But I do think it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we’re cool so it’s all okay, even if I thought it wouldn’t. Boy was I worried about this, even if it was such a small thing to worry about. Brendon was right though  about the whole situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;BUT I will still be with him, even if things get worse. If they do, we can handle it.&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>relationship survey</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T04:14:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T04:14:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Are you single, taken or crushing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define Taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Are you happy with where you are?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes in fact I am happy with where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I would never take someone back if they cheated on me- once a cheater always a cheater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) Have you ever talked about marriage with another person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) Do you want kids?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) How many?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure, probably one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10) Would you consider adoption?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11) If somebody liked you right now, what do you think is a cute way to tell you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since i've been in this situation. Probably just to tell me face to face, none of that over the phone bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13) Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have who I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14) Do you believe love at first sight exists?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15) Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if there really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16) Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what i'm having to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17) Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18) Have you ever wished you could have someone but you couldn't?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have, but not really worring about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19) Would you ever consider getting married in high school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of pointless you know. Since I'm not in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20) Would you marry any of your exes if they asked?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I wouldn't. Their an ex for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21) Does everyone deserve a second chance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they do, but if their first screw up was huge than don't expcet a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Two old topics (boredom)</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T06:45:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T06:58:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your funniest childhood memory.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha the funniest childhood memory I can remember is when me, Spencer, Brendon, and Brent were all over at my house. We were in my room listening to some music and Brendon blurted out that “he wanted to cut his hair.” We thought he was kidding but really he wasn’t he was SERIOUS. So we thought okay might as well let him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him some scissors he than takes the popcorn bowl off of the floor, wipes it clean with his shirt and puts it on his head; I and Spencer looked at each other and I calmly said “what the fuck are you doing.” Brendon looks over at me and smiles, “I’m cutting my hair.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer, Brent, and I looked at each other and than cracked up. “Good luck with that” Spencer said and we all held our breathe as Brendon began to cut his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I never asked him if he regretted it or not. He did look different I know that’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Coutn: 169&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you angriest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that pissed me off the most was when we were at the Reading Festival and some jackasses threw a fucking bottle at Brendon and it fucking KNOCKED HIM OUT! I was shocked and worried all at the same time, cause he fell and he didn’t get back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast he got hit and fell and than I thought okay he’ll get back up keep playing. When he didn’t get back up I stopped playing. I looked at Spencer and Jon and we all moved over to where Brendon was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I might of… Flipped off the audience well hell they fucking deserved it; they hurt my friend English fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 120&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Topic 166</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T18:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-17T23:04:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/b&gt; (170)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? I don’t really believe in ghosts. I’m not sure why for some reason it just doesn’t seem like it would be true, I’m sure if I had some proof I would believe in them. I’m not talking about those reality ghost shows, I have to see it face to face than maybe, JUST maybe I’ll believe in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have yet to see one, and frankly I don’t really want to. It’s not that I’d be afraid or anything I’m just not really interested in seeing one. Okay so I might be a little afraid but really who wouldn’t, think about it; if you saw something that was transparent and you knew was dead, and you saw them walking around what would you think/do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally would more than likely freak out. But wouldn’t run away I’d probably stand there and just stare at it my eyes wide. If I had someone with me I’d more than likely cling to them for a second out of just surprise.</content>
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    <title>what a twist (locked to all but Brendon)</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T00:18:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T18:48:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SHOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we like eachother - hmm wonder what that means</content>
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    <title>*Clears throat*</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T03:53:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T04:13:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ryan sat in the main part of the studio he sat on a couch, he was tired and not really up to doing anymore playing at the moment so he decided to do other things. He opens his laptop and began to type a entry for his journal. What a geek right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right well.. yesterday was rather interesting in more ways than one. Valentines day is always full of suprises around here and you would think it would be Christmas but no, it's Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. When someone says "do you want a kiss?" Make sure you know what they mean and don't make a complete fool of yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon came into the kitchen part of the studio were I was, and he asked me if I wanted a kiss and I was thinking what the fuck? When he said to close my eyes I did and when I FELT him place something in my hand, I looked down and he had given me one of those Hershey Chocolate Kisses. I thought he meant something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAN he wanted something in return even after I said I didn't have anything in return. So what do I do? I try to change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later something happened and I ended up kissing him, I was about to run off but he grabbed me and ended up kissing me in return. It was.. umm weird but somehow I felt that it would of happened sooner or later.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>....</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T06:42:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T06:44:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Who wants to be my valentine??&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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