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  <title>I like the things about you that don't remind me of me.</title>
  <subtitle>She's a jealous bitch. Infectious human waste.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-04-23T22:33:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:71493</id>
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    <title>It feels like I'm traveling at warp speed.</title>
    <published>2009-04-23T22:33:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-23T22:33:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'd like to put on the brakes and get off this ride, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get over the fear of crashing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to do as much as I can each day. I want to be able to do so much more. &lt;br /&gt;My friends - I miss you. Someday soon I won't be spending hours each day writing on my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared for when that day comes. I think I'm going to be overwhelmed with free time. &lt;br /&gt;I need to start making positive decisions now for how I'm going to use it. &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm tired of feeling like I'm playing catch-up. I'm tired of reacting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all going to work out. I'm excited for what's next.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:71232</id>
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    <title>update.</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T06:12:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T06:12:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's a bit discouraging to read an entry from 2 months ago...and still feel that I'm dealing with the same shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, but only partly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have more direction now. I have less fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making progress. If in nothing else in school. It's insane, but I'm happy. I'm happy with the progress that I've made and the things that I have learned. I'm happy with my growth. I'm glad to have an increased awareness not only of myself and how I act, but of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to the future, wondering where I will be. It's kind of funny, trying to plan for something while in the midst of something completely different. I suppose that's how it works?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:70982</id>
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    <title>pft.</title>
    <published>2008-12-08T05:45:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T05:45:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I should be working on my final right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy worrying about life. &lt;br /&gt;The past few months it seems as soon as I've figured out one problem another one lands on my doorstep. I don't have any time to just relax and hang out with friends. Any free time I have is spent trying to soothe my mind by repeating "it's going to be okay", even though I don't really know if it will be. I have to believe it anyway to keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much writing to do in the next week, I just have to believe that I can finish it. Because maybe if I believe hard enough I can make it possible. &lt;br /&gt;It's the mantra I've applied to everything.&lt;br /&gt;If I believe that I'll find a new job I will.&lt;br /&gt;If I believe that I'll find a new place to live I will.&lt;br /&gt;If I believe I can pay back my student loans and find my own health insurance and make my car payments and find cheaper car insurance and pay off my credit card, then I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't deal with these things NOT happening. I can't live in a world where the cards are so stacked against me I can never knock them down. I have to believe that I can make something of myself, become something better than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not sure what step I need to take first to set the rest of my life in motion, into the direction I want it to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can start with working on my paper.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:70781</id>
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    <title>Every Wednesday</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T00:00:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T00:00:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">About this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to enter such a sleep-deprived state that I feel disconnected from my body.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers type, they rest, the move according to a law of motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I keep moving I'll stay moving. Stay awake. &lt;br /&gt;The only part of my body that I feel connected to is my head, which feels as if it's filled with fog. It's light and large, like a balloon I'm holding onto, only the balloon is me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once class starts, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to start rambling nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:70435</id>
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    <title>Shift happens.</title>
    <published>2008-11-02T01:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-02T01:00:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stat.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:70317</id>
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    <title>Architectural digest.</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T05:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T05:24:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been having the reoccuring theme of architecture-infused dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense? &lt;br /&gt;The world I create in my sleep is the main focus of the dream world. The environment itself is completely imaginary. Sometimes it's a bit Alice in Wonderland, other times it's more practical, but too often my dreams center not on what is happening-but where.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:70051</id>
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    <title>Just a few more weeks.</title>
    <published>2008-08-05T08:28:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-05T08:28:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cat-sitting is going wonderfully. &lt;br /&gt;Not only is the kitten not being a little shit like usual, but it's nice to have somewhere to go to have some space to myself. &lt;br /&gt;I'm finally beginning to enjoy my summertime and the lack of responsibilities I have during it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for this next year. I know it's going to be intense, but when it's over I know things will be like this, now...only better. And when I think that it seems more than worth it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:69714</id>
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    <title>I'm tired of having to give myself pep talks.</title>
    <published>2008-07-17T05:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T05:52:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to stop analyzing things.&lt;br /&gt;Just start doing things. &lt;br /&gt;When I'm busy I don't have time to think about shit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:69588</id>
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    <title>Oh, the dreaded subject.</title>
    <published>2008-07-08T08:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T08:31:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I've been avoiding people&lt;br /&gt;without really trying.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've stopped trying lately&lt;br /&gt;and that's been the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to do some stuff for myself. I was stressing out, developing an ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel an absence...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not sure what it is.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:69265</id>
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    <title>Look to the Clouds</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T23:09:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T23:09:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been one of those weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, fucked-up, unthinkable weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Where you ask the void..."Really?"&lt;br /&gt;Where I hold it all inside and try to help everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;It's been a week for crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weeks almost over,&lt;br /&gt;and things seem to be getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be optimistic when shit hits the fan. &lt;br /&gt;It makes situations easier to get through.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:69056</id>
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    <title>Pacing</title>
    <published>2008-06-14T10:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-14T10:03:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've got to change something in my life.&lt;br /&gt;New job, new activity, new scenery...&lt;br /&gt;It's not that the days are becoming mundane,&lt;br /&gt;it's as if the pace of my life isn't working with the pace of my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing the things I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking temporary, longing for permanance. Some sense of a safety net to catch me when I fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to get from here to there. I'm become aware of how stuck I feel, and I can't shake it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that I'm moving forward in all the things I'd like to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm hard on myself, but I think you need to be&lt;br /&gt;or you'll never get anywhere..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:68690</id>
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    <title>grok_thefreezer @ 2008-06-02T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T06:50:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T06:50:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna try harder to live with no expectations. I've been kinda down today, and finally realized that what's been bugging me was only the dissolution of an expectation I had. &lt;br /&gt;It's time to start living outside of my own head.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:68470</id>
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    <title>grok_thefreezer @ 2008-06-02T23:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T06:21:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T06:21:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Eh, fuck ya'll.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:68247</id>
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    <title>.</title>
    <published>2008-05-26T10:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-26T10:02:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have some problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let people in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it. &lt;br /&gt;I don't try to be dishonest in my actions or feelings, but it happens. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to open up. Any time I have, I've been shot down. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how someone can continue to let others in when they know they will end up hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much. I think big picture.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to live in the moment. Live in the now.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard. It's extremely hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always recognized milestones. Turning points. I remember in second grade swinging on the playground, mourning the fact that next year I would be on a different playground. I would never swing on this swingset again. Yes, it's laughable. Who cares about a swingset? Why the fuck does that matter? I don't know. I just know it does. The small things have always mattered to me. I notice them and treasure them. I take comfort in them. I acknowledge and value them. &lt;br /&gt;This is who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shy. I have always been shy. I don't know what to do with people. People....I try to understand them. Understand what to expect. Because I'm predictable. As much as I'd like to be otherwise. I am. And I wish others would be. I don't know how to deal with their unpredictabilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning. I know that much. And it hurts. Every day. Hurts. Aches. &lt;br /&gt;Learning is painful. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to live in the now. &lt;br /&gt;I would love to be able to stop thinking, and start doing. &lt;br /&gt;But I doubt I can ever change.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:68065</id>
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    <title>This Oral Surgery Thing</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T05:28:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T05:28:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, I'm pretty much over it.&lt;br /&gt;Done with the pain and the swelling and feeling tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to eat real food again. &lt;br /&gt;Ready to get these stitches removed.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to get on with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a very patient girl. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everyone will be patient with me as it's taking longer than I anticipated to recover from this. &lt;br /&gt;I'm too ambitious in my goals. &lt;br /&gt;Meh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:67639</id>
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    <title>A Small Treasure</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T23:18:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T23:18:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I come home to find a small necklace draped across the books covering my nightstand. A delicate treasure of gold and pearls. A present for me on her birthday. I immediately recognize this and in both my guilt and pleasure reach for my gift. Gingerly I raise it to my neck and open the clasp. I've been wearing it ever since.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:67550</id>
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    <title>Eros</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T03:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T03:01:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Why is it," he said, one time at the subway entrance, " I feel I've known you so many years?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I like you," she said, "and I dont' want anything from you. And because we know each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rarity of a relationship where nothing is expected to me seems perfectly appropriate today. The beauty of such a relationship void of guilt. &lt;br /&gt;A relationship in which two people find themselves connected to each other, seperate from the rest of the world. How can such a thing survive?&lt;br /&gt;I am overcome by the preceeding passage, and optimistic about the possibilities of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:67212</id>
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    <title>A balance of work and play.</title>
    <published>2007-12-06T23:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-06T23:24:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've never felt that I have enough time for what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Not just the day-to-day activities, but also the lifetime goals type of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure out how to choose, everything seems so important to me. Everything about life seems valuable and interesting and worth my time. &lt;br /&gt;It's why work drains my soul. But I doubt I'd be happier somewhere else. I just don't think I'm in a place where I can find a job that truly challenges and interests me.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, maybe. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:66910</id>
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    <title>There will always be something.</title>
    <published>2007-10-23T05:35:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T05:35:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As I read most of your journals I notice 2 things. &lt;br /&gt;We have those who don't write about anything personal. &lt;br /&gt;We have those who write only about personal things.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have an opinion on this, I just find it interesting. Clearly, we all have our good days and our bad days, and the level to which we disclose our feelings vary. &lt;br /&gt;I rarely write how I feel here.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel too exposed.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:66734</id>
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    <title>Nice.</title>
    <published>2007-10-06T07:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-06T07:05:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling a bit in over my head, but at the same time I'm soooo excited. &lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep reminding myself that I CAN handle the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:66546</id>
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    <title>Just when I was getting comfortable.</title>
    <published>2007-09-23T01:11:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-23T01:11:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night I come home, park my car and light up a cigarette. &lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking in front of my house I see this dark thing moving in my driveway.&lt;br /&gt;It's about 5 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin scorpion.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, frozen in shock. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't even try to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;I ran inside like a little girl.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:66146</id>
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    <title>Just the melody, no words.</title>
    <published>2007-09-18T23:38:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-18T23:38:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think the purpose of dreams is to give us a break from ourselves, from our conscious mind. The constant barage of information, thoughts, ideas, feelings...that's why we sleep, so that we can stop all the internal noise.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grok_thefreezer:65873</id>
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    <title>I've come to talk with you again...</title>
    <published>2007-09-03T00:48:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-03T00:48:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In trying to eliminate the stress in my life, I've temporarily given myself more. &lt;br /&gt;It's only temporary. &lt;br /&gt;And I know I have to get past the stress of now so that I can get some peace in the future. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed off at everyone who's been asking me "Are you okay?"</content>
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    <title>Uncomfortable.</title>
    <published>2007-08-26T00:28:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;You can't change anyone. They have to want to grow on their own. Somehow I forgot this applied to all relationships. Once again, trying to help and change and support someone else. Trying to make them into the person I thought they should be, what I disguise as their "potential". It's bullshit. Everyone has "potential". It doesn't matter. What matters is what you're doing, right now. What you're trying to do, trying to change. &lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure of what to do now. I'd had this feeling all day...that something was about to change. Well, I was right about one thing.</content>
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    <title>grok_thefreezer @ 2007-08-12T15:13:00</title>
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    <content type="html">I dreamt I was at my old house alone.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready for work with the bedroom door open&lt;br /&gt;And saw my dad in the doorway, holding a gun.&lt;br /&gt;I ran forward to shut the door, but his hand got in the way&lt;br /&gt;His hand snaking around the door, gun aimed at me..&lt;br /&gt;That's when I woke up, and had to get ready for work.</content>
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