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  <title>OverCome</title>
  <subtitle>The life of a legend</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-10-31T18:40:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jdfrommv:78822</id>
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    <title>jdfrommv @ 2008-10-31T14:40:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-31T18:40:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-31T18:40:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"The angels do not sing for me here, and their voices are only a distant cry within clouded thoughts which I cannot let go,nor would I. The a capella of my demons is like sweet music, &amp; bitter screaming all together in an opera made for no one."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jdfrommv:78532</id>
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    <title>I am still standing</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T02:27:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-18T02:27:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life has been bumpy. The road has always been hard.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i have a memory that isnt tied to 4 other bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;But thats life, thats what all the people say. My girlfriend of&lt;br /&gt;a year and a half left me recently. I had planned to move to D.C&lt;br /&gt;and live with her when i graduate in may. It crushed me. it still&lt;br /&gt;is in my head. its sad. i have tried to move on and forget. we havent&lt;br /&gt;talked at all. but i still know that if she wanted me back i would&lt;br /&gt;do it. i loved what we had so much. i dont think i will ever get that&lt;br /&gt;back. I know a lot of people that break up say things like that. My chest&lt;br /&gt;still hurts when i think of her. she was so deep in my heart. it was &lt;br /&gt;the first time i ever let my defenses down and truly let someone in. i&lt;br /&gt;think thats the biggest problem. i dont know if i will ever be that&lt;br /&gt;comfortable with anyone ever again. I wanted that relationship to work so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i sacrificed everything i could. Shes the only person i have ever cried for.&lt;br /&gt;i never cry but thats how moved i was and how bad i wanted it to work. I was&lt;br /&gt;ready to buy a ring when i got my job later this year. it was so great, it&lt;br /&gt;was in one word perfect. then it fell apart and i finally realized i didnt have&lt;br /&gt;control over anything,  and it fucking sucked. if i had to pick one moment of &lt;br /&gt;my life that i hate the most that was it. its so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many good things going in my life. A lot of people care about me. I have a loving family that i am so thankful for. I mean we arent the perfect example of a family but at the end of the day they are my blood and i am theres and we will fight for one another. My mom is so sweet bless her heart. but shes sick and shes lost a lot of weight and everytime i see her im afraid it will be the last time. my dad has always been there for me and has paid for almost everything in my life. i wont have any debt when i graduate college in may. i will be able to get a job and start life with a clean slate. which is amazing. The only problem is i dont think he knows who i am at all. i mean we think the same and have a lot of the same interests but i mean i dont think he will ever truly know who i am and i wish we had that connection. my brother finally seems to have his life together. i dont understand how his mind operates i dont know if hes happy, but if i had his life i would be dead. i wouldnt have been able to take it. i know more than once my life has pushed me to that brink so far im glad i havent taken the fall. well shit i just got a phone call and forgot where this was going. so peace.</content>
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    <title>words on pages never read never said</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T01:48:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-18T01:48:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alice Cooper Poison</lj:music>
    <content type="html">written and transcribed from the depths of my head&lt;br /&gt;merely words on pages &lt;br /&gt;text on a screen&lt;br /&gt;never seen &lt;br /&gt;never said&lt;br /&gt;never read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts feelings phrases&lt;br /&gt;happiness anger depression&lt;br /&gt;obsession anything can be conjured&lt;br /&gt;whats your pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind for hire &lt;br /&gt;alone a-top of a high wire &lt;br /&gt;no net &lt;br /&gt;ready set lets go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadows and dust &lt;br /&gt;thats all we will be&lt;br /&gt;the end, dead&lt;br /&gt;but what of the in between&lt;br /&gt;love, life, and the american dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day it becomes a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;and no one is there&lt;br /&gt;just you and your&lt;br /&gt;fear.....</content>
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    <title>jdfrommv @ 2008-09-25T18:34:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-25T22:34:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-25T22:34:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck my life, its fucking terrible. No one will read this, no one will care.....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jdfrommv:77662</id>
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    <title>bored</title>
    <published>2008-06-13T20:12:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-13T20:12:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So here is a thing I stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Get married&lt;br /&gt;2.) have children&lt;br /&gt;3.) see the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Joe&lt;br /&gt;2.) joseph&lt;br /&gt;3.) joey d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Screen Names You Have Had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) deathnstuff&lt;br /&gt;2.) jdfrommv&lt;br /&gt;3.) {T.o.o.l.} BoneSAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Hair&lt;br /&gt;2.) Smile&lt;br /&gt;3.) Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things That Scare You:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;2.) being poor&lt;br /&gt;3.) not living up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Computer&lt;br /&gt;2.) internet&lt;br /&gt;3.) phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Jeans&lt;br /&gt;2.) Hat.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Of Your Favorite Bands/Musical Artists:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;2.) Weezer&lt;br /&gt;3.) Flobots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Of Your Favorite Songs:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Bullet with butterfly wings by smashing pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;2.) Zzyzx road by stone sour&lt;br /&gt;3.) in this river Black label society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Want In A Relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Respect&lt;br /&gt;2.) Trust&lt;br /&gt;3.) Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Truths And A Lie (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1.) i play wow&lt;br /&gt;2.) i cant wait to go chill with chris and justin&lt;br /&gt;3.) i own a convertable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ass&lt;br /&gt;2.) eyes&lt;br /&gt;3.) smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Gaming&lt;br /&gt;2.) working out&lt;br /&gt;3.) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Leave work&lt;br /&gt;2.) sleep&lt;br /&gt;3.) be with sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Careers You're Considering/You've Considered:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Pro. Gamer&lt;br /&gt;2.) Business owner&lt;br /&gt;3.) Chemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Russia.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Greece&lt;br /&gt;3.) Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Girl:&lt;br /&gt;1.) I like to be clean/well groomed.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I love buying new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;3.) i like "happy" music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Boy:&lt;br /&gt;1.) I swear constantly.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I am insensitive&lt;br /&gt;3.) I am overly blunt and harsh.</content>
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    <title>jdfrommv @ 2008-05-18T22:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-19T02:44:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T02:44:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Led zeppelin going to california</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hmm where to start its been a while since i posted and i know&lt;br /&gt;that no one is reading this so anything i write will just be for&lt;br /&gt;myself to get it off the chest. So i guess i will just start writing and see where it takes me as it is always best to see where life takes you rather than trying to lead it there because you will just get disappointed at where you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost i miss my friends. I was always in a big hurry to get out of high school because frankly high school was one head ache after another and i always felt i was destined for bigger and better things and i was. I am going to be a senior in college have another degree under my belt and i couldnt give a rats ass. i am happy dont get me wrong and i worked hard to get where i am. but i am the happiest when i am sitting with my boys, MY FAMILY the only individuals whom have ever sereved as what i feel is a family. I mean Dan, David, Kevin, Randy, Tyler and david they all have really hard lives they work hard in a factory or other shit job just to have a few bucks to their name and it sucks. I know im doing good things and im doing the things that i should with my life but for some weird reason i feel i just be right beside them at their job. I guess i somehow feel that i abandoned my friends and im not sure how i feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great im on track to get my degree in 4 years from college better than my sister did im very proud and hey look my gpa isnt half bad talk about doing it up son. I currently work at BASF corp. which is the number one chemical company in the WORLD i am so happy and i love the things i am doing. i am great at what i do, i dont know how or why but chemistry just clicks and i am great with my hands so yeah. I mean i am making connections at a global level company that could set me up for LIFE yea thats right im talking a career money for grad school retirement a nice house shit man i cant believe it but i grew up its kinda a scary thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life i have a stable love life. i dont have to fool myself thinking i have a good girl friend at night. because i actually do have one. For the first time i actually trust a female in my life. Not just any female. Sarah is great. shes so motivated and into life. I am always happy when i am with her and now i know that its ok to be happy when im not. She really changed my view of life and how things are and should be. i am worried though she got a two year fellowship in washington DC i love Dc. i am contemplating moving out there to be with her after i graduate right now it seems that a marriage may be in life for joey d soon. scary i know ne ways im not sure what else to say and i need to be up for work early tomorrow so im out.</content>
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    <title>The lord is my shepard</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T03:30:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T03:30:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it is written that we were all created in the image of god. some people need to look at themselves in the mirror and evaluate that image. Lets just say it doesn't fit its inspiration.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jdfrommv:77043</id>
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    <title>Things things things you people and your things</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T18:29:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T18:29:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Patiently Waiting by 50 Cent.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright so im probably going to rant a little bit here so if you mind hit the little X in the top right corner of the window Now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week i have spring break key word in the statement is "break"&lt;br /&gt;Definition of Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break: to take a rest period from work or an activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its exactly one week from when break starts and homework over a break period is already stacking up. I found this to be rather curious because the purpose of a break predefined above is to take a rest. So let me get this straight the school gives me a period to take a break but my course work keeps up such that i have to maintain the work and activity i normally do when i am in session at school. So where exactly did my professors get confused when the term break was explained to them? i mean the definition is a whole 10 words not that complicated (at least not in comparison to some of the content they teach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning when my Analytical Chemistry teacher begins to define the requirements of the class over the break period i raise my hand in hopes to explain what spring break is for. Although i am not similar to some of my colleagues going to hot spots such as Mexico, but none the less i would like some time to just sit and "chill" as my generation says. Instead im going to be stressed scrambling to do work that i have limited resources to complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all builds to my point of problems in America. This is one of them. We wonder why midlife crisis exists, why we have so many medications for so many problems, we wonder why people get burnt out and become worthless at life, we wonder why heart attacks are on the rise, we wonder why stress complexes exist. Well it all has to do with our in ability to take a "break" from the stressful environment wee have to battle with on a daily basis. I say battle because everyday in my life is a war, this is probably true for many people in America. All i am saying is that its not wrong to take a step back once and a while and "chill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of conditions that this society creates, and i will not given in and be run over by the machine. This break i will be enjoying myself. I will be in the arms of one i love, i will play the guitar until i pass out. I will pursue my happiness. Because it is my right. So i urge you put down the school books, unwind, make that bad decision because in the end it may be the one decision that you made that was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life.</content>
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    <title>the world as i see it</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T04:19:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T04:19:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Never good enough...... the goals are always just beyond reach the aims are always noble. its as if i am an angel whom finally got there wings and as he jumps into the air they are torn away from my body. i put in so much effort. so much spirit so much emotion so much enthusiasm and what do i get for it? what happens in the end. it is all for naught my friend. it is all for nothing and where am i left i am merely left behind in the dust with the emptiness lost to lust. so what excatly should i do? if this is the world i live in what is the point of trying why do i strive to do so well to be shot down each and every time? WHY tell me mother fucker you tell me sometimes i dont even believe the bullshit...... its all for something more something more some times i feel this is merely a hollow promise and what do i do with that now that i know the world for the whore that she is? WHAT??????</content>
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    <title>jdfrommv @ 2008-02-26T12:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T17:57:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T17:57:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey guys whats up. i am still around. This week is show time so if you each night and it is  are around olivet college on thursday, friday or saturday at 7:30 we go on the show is free so feel free to come see me being a badass as always. tiff and liz said they would come i cant wait ne ways im out peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deamons, my fears, welcome home,&lt;br /&gt;They are here again they are attacking me now&lt;br /&gt;no sword, no rifle, no way to stifle the damage they have done</content>
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    <title>my my my</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T14:27:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T14:27:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well it took me a while to get back on here and post which is sad because i think of things to write on here all the time but i am never near a computer when this happens. I bought a 2000 sunfire last week and it runs Grreeeeeaaaatt...  which is cool im guessing. i have a big biochemistry test i have started studying i started on monday which is like the most i have ever prepared for a test so i hope it goes well. I am actually in the library right now after i am done typing this i go back to studying so i guess go me i just want to fucking graduate ya know?</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Coffee Or Tea?</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T14:25:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T14:25:27Z</updated>
    <category term="coffee tea"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What method do you use to prepare your coffee or tea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=295'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=295"&gt;View 501 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at about 6 am and toss two and a half over sized scoops of medium roast folgers coffee in the filter, and then place about half a pot of water in the thing and click on double strong baby gots to get me going in the morning you know?</content>
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    <title>Life lately</title>
    <published>2008-01-16T21:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-16T21:27:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life has been alright. i mean i am breathing and i have the love of my life what more can i ask for so as arabic people would say al humdulilah (thanks to god). yeah im in arabic class its pretty sweet learning a new language is something i consider uber cool so im doing it. i also have guitar lessons now, i am practicing for the school play which is going great and its possible taht i may join the school drum line. i know a busy boy. im just at the point in life where i am no long afraid to try new things that i have always wanted to do but have never done. cause i really dont care what other people have to say about my life. ne ways i have a meeting with a professor right now so stay tuned for more later.</content>
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    <title>oh my</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T05:26:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T05:26:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well shit what is there to say im pissed i smacked a deer&lt;br /&gt;with my truck tonight and may have totaled it :( good night</content>
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    <title>school makes me drool</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T15:34:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T15:34:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well the final semester of my junior year. Oh god im going to be a senior next year. wait did i say oh god? i meant hells fucking yeah bitches. Time to pwn the newbs in the real world. i cant wait to graduate im so ready to move on to a different point in my life. I am looking at graduate schools im not too keen on grad school but it is necessary so im going to go against my free will. hmm does that sound normal? seems like this world has just been one thing after another that i dont want to do but it is required so i can get to a higher point in my life oh well. im cool with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class sucks. i have a ton of hard classes and i am generally the only male to be found in the class so its kinda rough. and i dont have ne one i really study with in my classes so im on my own. i am definately going to have a ton of meetings with my prof in analytical chemistry alot. oh well as long as i pass that class and get one step closer to that diploma. Thats what its all about right? oh well i wanted to write a long and in depth post but i have class so kiss my ass i gots to go.</content>
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    <title>my my my</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T03:26:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-08T03:26:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>MegaDeath "washington is next"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Live journal when i walked away thought i would never be back but i find that&lt;br /&gt;writing is an intricate part of who i am and i refuse to lose this piece of me&lt;br /&gt;so in short i am back. Spring semester of 08 just started today. woot woot&lt;br /&gt;i like it kinda. i mean i know its school which blows but i am making the most&lt;br /&gt;of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is awesome. i am done on Tuesday's and Fridays at 10:40 am which&lt;br /&gt;is going to be interesting. i am going to start using my free time a little bit&lt;br /&gt;more wisely. instead of sitting around playing wow or pursing some other trivial&lt;br /&gt;form of entertainment i am going to start reading writing and working out more than&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a play coming up at the school. I am somewhat nervous i have never done this&lt;br /&gt;before but it has always been an aspiration of mine. i took acting class and did&lt;br /&gt;very well and the audition went good. So im stoked. I am going to own the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well more later i have an 8 am and am tired.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>the truth</title>
    <published>2007-04-29T03:41:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-29T03:41:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I have the balls and the determination to destroy anyone or anything that gets in my way... I am the hard line that separates determination from insanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing you are guaranteed at birth is death. You have a right to that. The rest is earned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you have to tell someone how good you are, you ain't that good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut the fuck up.. and train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay uncomfortable, be distressed, stay under the knife. If you find yourself sitting down, stand up. If you find yourself walking, run. If you find yourself trying, stop trying and start fucking doing. If you are sleeping soundly and wandering pleasantly through dreamland, WAKE THE FUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do I do? I’m a bodybuilder &amp; yeah, it’s a job. Only the day doesn’t start at 9 &amp; it won’t end at 5. It starts from the time I open my eyes to the time I shut them. It’s not a 5 day work week. I live it 24/7... This is a job. This is my life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Haves vs. Have-nots one. Its hanging on the wall in my room. Last week there was a huge snowstorm on my leg day. I was debating walking to the gym in the blizzard when I read that the "have-nots make excuses to skip training: the weather, a flat tire." So I walked my ass to the gym only to find that it was closed. Fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....My only idol in this realm is the motherfucking man in the mirror and even he has to prove himself on a daily basis. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Remember, there are starving children in Africa and skinny guys at your gym, so pretty please, with sugar on top, clean your fucking plate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I don’t know how many times I heard this… ‘You are what you eat.’ Fuck that shit. If that were true, I’d be a cow. Yeah, a big fucking cow with an oatmeal tail, yams for horns, and eggs for hooves. What a fucking sight that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're out of toilet paper but your counter is full of supplements"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you doing it right your competing against the sickest motherfucker there is... yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When doubt pokes you in the gut and starts to make you sick, forget what you hope for. Forget about winning and losing. Forget about pain and pleasure. Flip the manual override switch to MANIC ENTHUSIASM. Now throw your fucking rock in the pond and take your place in this world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go, but two-hundred pounds is always two-hundred pounds.</content>
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    <title>they just dont get it</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T18:21:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:21:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is part two to last nights post. i was in the library and got kicked out cause it closed at midnight so i had to leave. many people say this is sick that i will look like a freak if i push it to the same extremes as the professional body builders but i dont care it shows a form of extreme dedication that few can reach and few care to think about it shows extreme dedication and it shows i dont give a fuck what the world has to say about me and my ways. i am who i am and i c ould care less what the wrold thinks about it. peace</content>
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    <title>They just dont get it</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T03:53:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T03:53:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">people dont understand. This is not a game, this is not a joke, i am not the great white hope. i am into bodybuilding. I do not mean into it this year and next year i will never see it again i mean i dont think i will ever stop lifting weights in my lifetime. I mean that i want to slam 25 pounds of pure muscle onto my body over the next 4-5 months. i mean when i walk in the fucking gym i am an animal. i am throwing weight around likes its my personal bitch. i mean that i am so focused and possed i dont want a soul to talk to me i dont want a single break in my concentration. i dont want some stupid fucking girls in the gym bugging the fuck out of me in the middle of my workout. i mean you better be there to be focused and max your body out until you can barely move and get out of the gym. i want it to hurt so bad that i have to lay down on the gym floor before i leave. im sick and tired of people there just for the hype and the look. i dont care i dont lift to look better and pick up chicks. thats not what its about i want to bull doze my body into a muscle factory where you can point out any muscle group on my body like an anatomy figure. many people say this is sick</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>why title something as inconceavable as my thoughts</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T17:53:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T17:53:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel as though i am a shell. I have no idea what im doing anymore. i feel as though my life has gone totally wrong.  i dont know who i am anymore. the only time i am certain of anything is when i am in the weight room and im pumping my fucking brains out. in my classes i feel at though im lost as fuck. i study my balls until they are purple and the in walk into class and fuck up everything i touch. thats not how it used to be i used to walk through class and destroy exams and laugh at my professors. as far as woman go i dont know wtf is going on. my world seems dark and alone i am in the valley of the shadow of death and i am marching alone i will beat this but its just a fight i have fought so many times before that i cannot stand it. i wish the world were simple but when i wish those things they are not. now i have to go change and sacrifice 8 hours of my life to a thankless fucking job. fuck this day, fuck this life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jdfrommv:73559</id>
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    <title>SSDD</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T03:20:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T03:20:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>zzdyx road stone sour</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well i woke up saturday morning with my phone rinning with a number i didnt recognize something that doesnt happen often. so i call the number back and its meijer asking me to work for them again so you guessed it im a meijer team member again. wahoo. not really exciting but i need a job and i need money so thats that. i got my taxes done and i cant wait because i am getting a fat refund check which is exciting. i just made  a pizza so i am pretty happy got a shit load of homework to keep going on but i figured i would take a break to fill this thing out. oh well. by the way thanks for the call you gave me oh wait you never did. thanks for breaking your word again. oh well i guess it might be as much as i had expected. broken words and empty promises finding my place as life forgets. stone sour</content>
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    <title>back</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T06:16:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T06:16:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>black parade my chemical romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am back after a long time and way and no reason to post i am back to this once thriving community i don't know if my friends have this anymore i don't know if anyone reads this but i just don't care sometimes you just gotta write shit down and move on ya know? been doing a lot of thinking about a lot of things one of them is the fact that i never write anymore. i used to write all the time and it didn't matter what it was songs, poetry, journal entries, anything everything. right now i am bored and alone. the apartment is empty the dishes are clean the floors have been vacuumed i have showered the roommates gone a movies on and i feel just so restless or maybe anxious. i would do what i normally do which is play a game but somehow i have a pop up problem so i am getting rid of the virus problem then maybe i will tool around on the game some more but it just seems so arbitrary and unimportant to me. Also i really don't understand the day to day grind it just all seems to be a means to an end i see the same close minded unimportant people on a daily basis learn nothing new and do it all over again. i just want to have my lab have my research have the perfect girl and live my life college is supposed to be fun and exciting. personally i find it boring, intellectually challenged, filled with profs that are want to be geniuses and disgruntled because their research never worked out. everyone knows it when they see me the way i act the way i talk my mannerisms that i am bound for great things, because i will die before i fail i will do something great. so i am done sitting around in class rooms talking about shit other people did once  upon a time i am ready for my time. I also feel so alone. like i don't really spend time with anyone around here cause i guess I'm just not that important to anyone. which in a fact is a little bit sad. but i guess some people must make sacrifices and i guess love/companionship is the one that i have made. i don't know if i like that though because at times it breaks me down to a point which i just cant take ya know? i just wish i just wish someone cared, i don't require much but a call a little while to hang out a stop by just to say hi. little things i guess. so i guess thanks for no calling and not caring. i guess its true  you might see me in the street but you don't know me. oh well wrestling is over which is a bit disappointing but that means i have time to get in the weight room and gain some hardcore mass which i am excited about i feel really good after i beat the hell out of my body. i want to look like a sculpture of a the perfect body its going to take a while and a lot of sacrifice but i think i can do it. really thats one of the only things that satisfies me anymore. which is kinda  sad in its own special way cause i used to be really passionate about a million things but i guess that lifes little routine is slowly beating me into submission and shitty things have a way of happening to me and my loves ones, (your in my heart brother forever and always) and i guess its just about enough...... oh well i guess thats enough ranting for an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not here to be liked, nor am i here to party, i am here to become a champion, through god and sacrifice this dream shall become my destiny.</content>
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    <title>college</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T17:24:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T17:24:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it is said that college is where one finds their self. What does it mean if the only place i find myself is in a empty weight room&lt;br /&gt;alone beating my body to the bone. with no care and a desolate stare i destroy myself one muscle group at a time trying to &lt;br /&gt;beef my body and become the muscle freak that men and women fear and i am the only one there. all one alone. so if this&lt;br /&gt;is where i find myself and all i find is that i like destroying a weight room what does that mean? what am i becoming what&lt;br /&gt;am i to do is this the way i should be?</content>
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    <title>jdfrommv @ 2006-12-03T14:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-03T19:07:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-03T19:07:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">words without action is like a gun without ammo it really doesnt do much.</content>
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    <title>the world</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T20:27:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T20:27:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players:&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances;&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,&lt;br /&gt;Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.&lt;br /&gt;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel&lt;br /&gt;And shining morning face, creeping like snail&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad&lt;br /&gt;Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the bubble reputation&lt;br /&gt;Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,&lt;br /&gt;In fair round belly with good capon lined,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,&lt;br /&gt;Full of wise saws and modern instances;&lt;br /&gt;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts&lt;br /&gt;Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,&lt;br /&gt;With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,&lt;br /&gt;His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide&lt;br /&gt;For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,&lt;br /&gt;Turning again toward childish treble, pipes&lt;br /&gt;And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,&lt;br /&gt;That ends this strange eventful history,&lt;br /&gt;Is second childishness and mere oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.</content>
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