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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 22:02:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I thought I&apos;d share a little bit of what I&apos;ve got and why I&apos;ve got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back I went on a vacation with the family to Cape Cod, a beautiful spot in Massachusetts. It was enjoyable and all, but the one thing I brought back that I still have is this &apos;rock angel&apos; I bought there. Something about it struck me as being beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quill.otersi.com/angel2.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then I&apos;ve had a thing for collecting &apos;angels&apos;. Nothing at all do to with their obvious religious connotations, but my admiring the aesthetics, the image of an angel, wings and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have five other statues thus far, but I&apos;m always looking for more, and it&apos;s a collection I hope to have deep into my years as an old, farty, cynical grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quill.otersi.com/angel1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And along the line I &apos;con&apos;ed myself into buying a line of Ah! My Goddess! figures, thinking that as a technicality that they fell under the vein of being angels. That mustached guy is a souvenir from Greece, he&apos;s just there for the women~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quill.otersi.com/angel3.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll update next time with happy proof that I&apos;m complete dork / otaku / whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 19:28:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One of these days...</title>
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  <description>Well you guys finally get some meat to chew on, but pardon me if I get to literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to high school, I really can&apos;t remember my life ever being unhappy. Everything just came together really well, and I hadn&apos;t reached a point where problems on the outside finally made their way in. Well sometime during sophomore year it all went down hill, and by it I&apos;m talking about my life. I was a good student, a good friend, just a good guy to be around overall. Then for some reason I to this day can&apos;t figure out, my motivation to live life just flat out up and left. Every reason I had to excel at school and to be outgoing and sociable vanished from my life. I secluded to my room, playing Doom for an unimaginable amount of hours and I had the biggest god damn crush on a girl in my biology class. I went on to have a crush on her for three years until I decided to tell her, which lead to me being a complete moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became this indecisive fool who continued to lack motivation, determination, and will in much anything that truly required it; ie school work (though my job at the mall certainly was affected by this). I miracously managed to graduated high school, got into college, and the downward spiral just kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast foward 6 years and here I am, 24 years old, sitting at home in a room full of fucking figurines, comic books, video games, typing my frustration out because I can&apos;t think of much anything else to do. I keep running to these to get my mind off at how dull and  stupid I am, at how much my family probably dislikes me being around. My sister&apos;s 20 and she&apos;s already working with my uncle and making more than I ever did. Her college life is great. My younger fifteen year old sister is absolute kicking ass in high school, she&apos;ll probably do the best out of anyone in the family, we all have high hopes for her. But I&apos;m just HERE, dead weight. My mother can&apos;t be like, Oh yeah my son helps out at the bagel store and plays fucking video games while reading japanese comics. Shit, it&apos;s like I can&apos;t let go. And I enjoy this shit too, but I keep putting them ahead of the important things (job hunting) in the same way an alcoholic would drink his sorrows away. God damn I&apos;m a sorry ass excuse for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school loans to pay off, but I&apos;m unemployed (again), and I hate it, it&apos;s the worst I&apos;ve ever felt in my life. I have friends who are already married, living on their own, still in college, and there&apos;s practically nothing I can feel good about it. I have an extremely low self esteem, no confidence in what I do, and the lack of motivation, determination, and will are still null and void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I&apos;m an extremely nice, shy guy, but I keep making up these excuses, I keep procrastinating, and for the fucking life of me I can&apos;t take that ONE step I need to kick myself in the ass because I keep praying someone else will do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve said it more times than I can count, but for the first time it&apos;s the cold hard truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 03:08:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So work&apos;s been pretty boring as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they keep me around, it&apos;d make life alot more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m also getting a bit sick of fighting games, even though I continue play them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I lead a pretty damn boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 19:58:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>~yAy~</title>
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  <description>This is my first journal entry ever, I hope you all like it, I&apos;ll be sure to make more when I feel like it. So, in conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~yAy~</description>
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