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  <title>The Sanctuary of Sanity</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2004 05:17:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Something had to be posted eventually</title>
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  <description>1) Using band or artist names, spell out your name: &lt;br /&gt;(Go go MusicMatch Jukebox!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taproot&lt;br /&gt;Orgy&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever had a song written about you? Obviously &quot;Hot Cross Buns&quot; ... don&apos;t look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;3) What song makes you cry? Eva by Orgy&lt;br /&gt;4) What song makes you happy? Stars by Lacuna Coil&lt;br /&gt;5) What do you like to listen to before bed? Falling Again by Lacuna Coil&lt;br /&gt;6) Name a song by Coal Chamber: Fiend.&lt;br /&gt;7) Who was/were your idol/s when you were younger? Martha Stewart... okay, I&apos;ve never really had any idols.&lt;br /&gt;8) First album you ever bought? Frogstomp by Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;9) Name a song that reminds you of someone and why: Eva and Erica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: 6&apos;3&quot;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOR: Blonde/Brown... for now&lt;br /&gt;SKIN COLOR: Whiter than Vanilla Ice.&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: Icy Blue. (Adjectives rule)&lt;br /&gt;PIERCINGS: Nope&lt;br /&gt;TATTOOS: Nope&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: Black.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: Eva by Orgy, damn you survey.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: uh... mouth?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&apos;S THE WEATHER LIKE?: Mild.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ARE YOU? Alive... score one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You..&lt;br /&gt;GET MOTION SICKNESS?: No.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BAD HABIT?: No, I&apos;m perfect, and do not have a problem with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE YOUR PARENTS?: One of them&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TO DRIVE?: If I have no other way to get around. Damn you rural area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOW: Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;CONDITIONER: I&apos;m so not getting up to find out.&lt;br /&gt;BOOK: I can&apos;t decide off hand.&lt;br /&gt;NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Beer of teh Root indeed Zofia.&lt;br /&gt;ALCOHOLIC DRINK: I&apos;m purer than the Vatican, so none.&lt;br /&gt;THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Sleep, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You...&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN THE LAW: There was this one time with corn and driving at 3 AM... er........ no.&lt;br /&gt;RAN AWAY FROM HOME: Thought about it&lt;br /&gt;SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: Why? So I could go stand in an empty, dark neighbourhood or look at cornfields. Maybe if I didn&apos;t live in Hickton.&lt;br /&gt;EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING: No&lt;br /&gt;EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: No&lt;br /&gt;USED YOUR PARENTS&apos; CREDIT CARD BEFORE: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: No, because my teachers&apos;ll let me leave the room whenver I want. That&apos;s even better.&lt;br /&gt;FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: Almost.&lt;br /&gt;BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: Yes, I was even a villain in that. Fucking typecasting.&lt;br /&gt;LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND: I&apos;m sure a lot of people would think I&apos;d have one =p&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND: That I does.&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALITY: Depends on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN: Nope, I&apos;m not some deadbeat teenage dad.&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT CRUSH: Not my cat, you&apos;re sick Zofia. SICK!&lt;br /&gt;HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: Because I&apos;ve had more than one love. Geez, it&apos;s like you don&apos;t know me at all! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;BEEN HURT?: More times than a Catholic family has children.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GREATEST REGRET: Being born in Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: Well... there was this one time in Venezuela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A JOB: Yes, it&apos;s definitely a job staying this awesome.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: I&apos;d have to have a CD player for that to happen. But uh... I&apos;ve got my all Orgy playlist on right now.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?: The most awesome one.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: Having something to do &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&apos;S THE NEXT CD YOU&apos;RE GONNA GET?: Something by Rapsutina. Yes, I&apos;m strange.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?: Anything at this point ;_;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT A REAL LETTER?: A couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT E-MAIL: 5 minutes ago, Zofi wants me to have a bigger penis.&lt;br /&gt;THING YOU PURCHASED: A cable to make my PoS2 work, and it didn&apos;t. Damn it. I hate life.&lt;br /&gt;TV PROGRAM YOU WATCHED: Leno&apos;s on right now... not really watching.&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE YOU SAW AT THE THEATRE: Return of the King. I see no movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Thoughts On:&lt;br /&gt;ABORTION: Zofia said it better than I could ever dream of: &quot;It should be allowed, pro-life people should be shot in the vagina. Or if they don&apos;t have one - the anus :P&quot;&lt;br /&gt;TEENAGE SMOKING: Unfortunately it hurts more than just themselves.&lt;br /&gt;SPICE GIRLS: Who? =P&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS: Never come to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2004 20:30:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>AHHHHH!</title>
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  <description>Too much to do before tomorrow! EEEEEEEE~!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2004 20:33:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Short Sentence Specatcular</title>
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  <description>Zofia&apos;s computer go boom.&lt;br /&gt;Tom is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom can&apos;t sing.&lt;br /&gt;Tom harassed to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Tom is embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2004 00:26:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I had to add something sometime...</title>
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  <description>-B A S I C S-&lt;br /&gt;[my name is]: Tom, I think&lt;br /&gt;[in the morning i am]: totally out of it&lt;br /&gt;[love is]: time with Zofi&lt;br /&gt;[i dream about]: Not living here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W I T H .T H E. O P P O S I T E. S E X-&lt;br /&gt;[what do you notice first?]: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;[last person u slow danced with]: Britt probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H O-&lt;br /&gt;[do you have a crush on?]: No one really, Zofi and I&apos;ve moved a bit beyond a crush =P&lt;br /&gt;[easiest to talk to]: Zofia and Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-H A V E .Y O U .E V E R-&lt;br /&gt;[fallen for your best guy/girl friend]: Zofi?&lt;br /&gt;[been in love]: If you can&apos;t deduce the answer from the above answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H O .W A S .T H E .L A S T. P E R S O N-&lt;br /&gt;[you talked to on the phone]: Zofi&lt;br /&gt;[hugged]: Zofi&lt;br /&gt;[you instant messaged]: Natalie&lt;br /&gt;[you laughed with]: Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U-&lt;br /&gt;[could you live without the computer?]: With the proper incentive&lt;br /&gt;[what&apos;s your favourite food?]: Chicken&lt;br /&gt;[what&apos;s your favourite fruit?]: Oranges&lt;br /&gt;[what hurts the most?: physical pain or emotional pain?]: In the instant it happens, physical pain, but for any length of time: emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;[trust others way too easily?]: If by that you mean, trust hardly any one, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-N U M B E R-&lt;br /&gt;[of times i have had my heart broken?]: Zero, and it doesn&apos;t look like that&apos;s gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;[of hearts i have broken?]: Zero.&lt;br /&gt;[of girls i have kissed?]: Uno. (I shall now complete the rest of this section in Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;[boys?]: Cero.&lt;br /&gt;[of tight friends?]: Tres.&lt;br /&gt;[of cd&apos;s that i own?]: Cincuenta.&lt;br /&gt;[of scars on my body?]: Dos.&lt;br /&gt;[of things in my past that i regret?]: Uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O.T.H.E.R.T.H.I.N.G.S.-&lt;br /&gt;[i know]: everything, according to Zofia.&lt;br /&gt;[i want]: To be on the other side of the continent.&lt;br /&gt;[i have]: a messy room&lt;br /&gt;[i wish]: it was the summer of &apos;05 already.&lt;br /&gt;[i hate]: hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;[i miss]: carefree days&lt;br /&gt;[i fear]: Ginormous spiders that want to eat me, and the evil monkey in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;[i hear]: See Music.&lt;br /&gt;[i love]: Zofia&lt;br /&gt;[i care]: about more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;[i always]: make too many stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[i dance]: never.&lt;br /&gt;[i cry]: more often than people would expect.&lt;br /&gt;[i write]: far too rarely.&lt;br /&gt;[i can usually be found]: in this chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Concerning.The.Friends.(You.Claim.To.Have)-&lt;br /&gt;[wish you saw more often]: Erica.&lt;br /&gt;[most sarcastic]: I&apos;m my own friend, so me!&lt;br /&gt;[knows you best]: Zofia&lt;br /&gt;[most entertaining]: I&apos;m gonna say me, because I feel like looking egotistical this evening and everyone around here is teh lame.&lt;br /&gt;[love to be around]: Zofia&lt;br /&gt;[nicest]: Zofi, at least to me =P&lt;br /&gt;[gives the best advice]: Ashley&lt;br /&gt;[you are with most often]: Zofia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Analysis.You.Probably.Don&apos;t.Want.To.Do-&lt;br /&gt;[your best feature (personality)]: My irresistable charm? Yeah, I&apos;m delusional.&lt;br /&gt;[most annoying thing you do]: Not shut up when I should.&lt;br /&gt;[biggest mistake you&apos;ve made so far]: It&apos;s a secret... or I don&apos;t feel like figuring out an answer =P&lt;br /&gt;[describe your personality in one word]: Varied&lt;br /&gt;[the physical feature for which you are most often complimented]: My eyes, it&apos;s all I&apos;ve got going!&lt;br /&gt;[height]: 6&apos;3&quot;-6&apos;4&quot;&lt;br /&gt;[weight]: 170&lt;br /&gt;[a smell that makes you smile]: Citrus&lt;br /&gt;[a city you&apos;d like to visit]: Victoria, permanently&lt;br /&gt;[a drink you order most often]: Root beer&lt;br /&gt;[a delicious dessert]: I&apos;ll follow the crowd: Ice Cream Cake&lt;br /&gt;[a book you highly recommend]: Reading for Dummies, if it doesn&apos;t exist, it should.&lt;br /&gt;[the music you prefer while alone]: Whatever the hell comes on.&lt;br /&gt;[your favourite band]: Depending on my mood: Orgy, Cold, or Lacuna Coil&lt;br /&gt;[a film you could watch over and over]: I hardly ever see movies, let alone repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;[a TV show you watch regularly]: Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;[your transportation]: Craptacular Car.&lt;br /&gt;[under your bed or in your closet you hide]: Nothing on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was much less fun than I expected.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2004 20:46:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Blah.</title>
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  <description>Today, for the first time in weeks, I felt an icy grip around my confidence. I fear that my shell is returning after I fought so hard to break free from it. There isn’t even a damned reason for it to come back. It’s just like everything wound back four months today. It’s like one day I was completely free, and now I’m trapped again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I truly feel free is when I’m spending time with Zofia; she makes it all go away. By simply being her, she fixes all of my problems. I can’t burden her with that duty all the time, I won’t allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... I&apos;m going out, I don&apos;t want to think about this too much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zof, if you read this, don&apos;t worry.</description>
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  <lj:music>Orgy - &quot;Eyes-Radio-Lies&quot;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2004 05:56:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Shallow Survey</title>
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  <description>The Zofia commandeth and The Zofia receiveth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women&lt;br /&gt;- Hair -&lt;br /&gt;. Length: Long&lt;br /&gt;. Colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;. Type [Curly, Straight, Etc]: Straight&lt;br /&gt;. Other: Bangs should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Face -&lt;br /&gt;. Eyes: Green&lt;br /&gt;. Glasses: Not usually, but can look really hot with the right style and on the right face.&lt;br /&gt;. Nose: Slim&lt;br /&gt;. Lips: Full&lt;br /&gt;. Ears: Closer to small than large, I guess. Doesn&apos;t really matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;. Piercings: Any of the common areas for piercings are fine so long as they aren&apos;t massive. I don&apos;t know, maybe a tongue piercing would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;. Smile: I come from Indiana, so any one that has teeth =P&lt;br /&gt;. Other: Smooth skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Upper Body -&lt;br /&gt;. Neck: Long&lt;br /&gt;. Shoulders: Feminine, i.e. not broad&lt;br /&gt;. Arms: Strong, but not muscular&lt;br /&gt;. Hands: Slender&lt;br /&gt;. Fingers: Long, thin&lt;br /&gt;. Breasts: Medium to large, but not out of proportion&lt;br /&gt;. Waist: A bit thinner than the hips and torso&lt;br /&gt;. Belly: A tad&lt;br /&gt;. Back: Soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lower Body -&lt;br /&gt;. Butt: Small and soft.&lt;br /&gt;. Hips: Not bony.&lt;br /&gt;. Thighs: Smooth&lt;br /&gt;. Calves: Toned&lt;br /&gt;. Ankles: Uh... be ankles?&lt;br /&gt;. Feet: Not wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Other -&lt;br /&gt;. Skin: Smooth and pale.&lt;br /&gt; Race [If it matters at all]: Non-alien =P&lt;br /&gt;. Height: Tall&lt;br /&gt;. Weight: I don&apos;t want a bulimic super-model. I&apos;d hate to not be able to see the person because they turned sideways.&lt;br /&gt;. Strength: No bulging muscles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clothing-&lt;br /&gt;. Skirt or Pants: Skirts&lt;br /&gt;. Long or Short Sleeves: Long&lt;br /&gt;. Nylons or Bare legged: If they&apos;re tall, nylons occasionally. If not, bare legged. &lt;br /&gt;. Boots or Shoes: Boots, I guess&lt;br /&gt;. Jewelry?: Nothing gaudy&lt;br /&gt;. Panties: No granny panties, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;. Other: In short, gothy girls are usually hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll do the other half tomorrow if I remember.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2004 23:05:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Dream</title>
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  <description>Reading Zofia&apos;s post confirms that which I already knew: fate is on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that night on Nexus when she convinced me to stay. I have no doubt that I stayed because of &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;, not because I was seeking a reason to stay. Had she not bumped into me that day, I have no doubt I would have left the game without turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I stayed for a couple of reasons. Firstly, because I cared so much about her, and secondly, because I couldn&apos;t leave her behind in the situation she was in. I couldn&apos;t see past Jose&apos;s dark side maybe because he had no other side, or more likely because it was the only side that was ever very present near me. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, I didn&apos;t see or hear good from him, I only saw and heard Zofia&apos;s tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is true that I never any of her statements of love. I had to hide my feelings. Expressing them would have only complicated a situation that was already hard enough for her. At the same time, part of me thought they weren&apos;t anything more than &lt;i&gt;friendly&lt;/i&gt; words. Through my own dark haze, I couldn&apos;t see how anyone could love me. For the previous fifteen or sixteen years no one had, why and how would that suddenly change? I&apos;d be lying if I said I didn&apos;t love her then; I still remember all too well the pangs of jealously I felt towards Jose when she talked about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have done anything to seal Zofia off from the pain Jose was causing her, but my words were only a buffer. I knew she couldn&apos;t believe it because she didn&apos;t want to believe it. Things that deeply rooted and connected have to end naturally and on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know why I faded off. I guess school just robbed my attention and I couldn&apos;t bring myself to go back to Nexus. Too much bullshit and not enough to do. Sadly, it doesn&apos;t surprise me that I lost contact with her. It wasn&apos;t that she &quot;wasn&apos;t exactly the type of person anyone would want to stay in contact with if it weren&apos;t necissary.&quot; I have a terrible habit of losing touch with people, no matter how much they mean to me, and that in tandem with a horrific bout with my illnesses took me away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my own emails, I cannot find an email from her in May about Jose abandoning her. I know I wouldn&apos;t have ignored her in such a dire time of need. I know I&apos;ve kept all the emails she sent me. I know she&apos;d reach out to me. That leaves a single answer: the email never made it to my inbox. It troubles me to know she had to go through that alone, and I&apos;d do anything to have been there to guide her through that dark time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I don&apos;t know how much help I could have been to her. I was suffering from my own overwhelming troubles. I remember all too well that period of time. Never have I felt so alone, and never again will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous &quot;first kiss&quot; promise... Of course I considered it to be nothing more than mere fantasy. Sure, it&apos;d be awesome, but what were the chances? In that stage of my life, optimism wasn&apos;t my strongest point. In fact, I don&apos;t think it was &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; with me. It&apos;s kind of funny now that I think back to realize how wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I didn&apos;t reply to her emails, beyond a short few paragraphs, they were nearly, if not, the only flashes of light in a rather bleak life. There were times I&apos;d hear Puddle of Mudd or Our Lady Peace, and all I could think about was Zofia and how much I missed her. I remember thinking how incredible it would be for her to come back into my life, only forty-eight hours before she did. That&apos;s why I immediately jumped on the chance to speak with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the slight twinge of sadness and the too familiar sting of jealousy when she mentioned she&apos;d found another boyfriend. Was I expecting her to love me? Could I have honestly expected her to? No, I couldn&apos;t but the heart&apos;s deepest desires are never very rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it odd that during our darkest times, we were isolated from each other, and during the upswing from those times, we were reunited. Maybe that&apos;s the only way it could have worked out. There are way too many factors to try to put together and analyze to figure it out. I&apos;ll simply stick with the belief that we needed that time to sort ourselves out, realize the importance of the other, and to mature a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that night. October 23rd, 2003. John no more than five feet away, playing Final Fantasy X, while I professed my love for a girl I&apos;d been attached to for years. I remember staying up until nearly the break of dawn that night. I think in the mornin I had to struggle for a few minutes to determine that it hadn&apos;t been a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the fear. I was afraid of how people around me here would react. I was afraid of what exactly was coming. I was afraid of the repercussions. I was afraid of the unknown. I wasn&apos;t, haven&apos;t, and never will be afraid of whether or not the relationship&apos;ll succeed. There&apos;s no question about it: it will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I care about is that she&apos;s safe now. That&apos;s all I&apos;ve ever wanted to do for her, make her happy and keep her safe. If nothing else, I&apos;ll make sure of that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s interesting thinking back on things and finding out how much I&apos;ve changed, especially in the past few months. No longer do I find myself swimming in an inky world where I&apos;m suffocating, and that&apos;s an amazing victory. More recently, I no longer fear what others are going to say or what might happen. I live for me, and I live for the moment. I find myself saying things and doing things now when I would have remained in fearful silence or stillness four months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m distancing myself from my former self, the walking contradiction. There&apos;s no more battle between the person I think I&apos;m supposed to be, the person everyone wants me to be, and what I honestly want to be. I am finally &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. It seems like something so simple would be the norm, but I had to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... it seems like I&apos;m just babbling now. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears that I thought I would never be free of are completely gone. I&apos;m not afraid of being alone now, because I know this is going to last (*gasp*) forever. I know that word isn&apos;t to be used lightly, but I have no doubt of its use here. I&apos;m no longer fearful about where my life is going. I have a future now. Not a future that ends with cold steel, but a future that ends after a well-lived life with my soul mate, a future I cannot wait to see unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still occasionally have trouble feeling emotions. No, not dealing with, but &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt; emotions. After so many years of hurting and being alone, I&apos;d turned them off as much as any human being can. The warmth of love has crumbled those barriers. I&apos;m a person again, and a very loved one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this certainly beats the pants, or clothing item of your choice, off of all the other posts in my journal combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Zofia, would you have imagined back then that I&apos;d &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; be talking and acting like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for you Zof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tom</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2004 00:45:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hooray!</title>
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  <description>I finally am allowed access to &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; money. Hooray, now Zof won&apos;t go broke covering my expenses! It&apos;s a shame that I&apos;ve felt sick all day, otherwise I&apos;d probably be celebrating a bit more. Just another example that I can get my way if it&apos;s the right way, all I need to do is try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, you may return to your regularly scheduled blog-watching.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2004 01:55:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m Doing One of These!</title>
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  <description>I WANT: To live in Victoria and finally be home.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: a love that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: it was 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: Corn.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: being able to hold Zof.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: dead people! Wait... no.. Lacuna Coil&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH: for a way to make it to 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: When Zofi&apos;ll be around again.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: hiding my feelings for so many years.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: Zofi, and Zofi, and Zofi.&lt;br /&gt;I ACHE: when I&apos;m suffering from a vitamin Z deficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS: feel better while Zofi&apos;s around.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: alone&lt;br /&gt;I AM: very hungry&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;I SING: when no one&apos;s listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: wise, although I try to be&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: with a passion whenever time allows, which is not often enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WIN: when I drug my opponent(s) into unconsciousness&lt;br /&gt;I LOSE: when they learn my secret plan&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: those whose eyes are not open&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: win the lottery so I can afford trips to BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. three things you are often complimented for: my wisdom, intelligence, and modesty =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. what upsets you: unfairness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you keep a diary: or something like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you like to cook: Does making asphalt out of pancake mix count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you have a secret you have not shared with anyone?: That I&apos;m really a three-toed sloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you&apos;re in love: In love? Yes. Obsessed? Yes. Zofi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you set your watch a few minutes ahead: When I wear a watch, it&apos;s set at whatever time I find first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you bite your fingernails: No, but I bite my bottom lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you believe in love: I didn&apos;t used to, but then I got a Zof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is...? &lt;br /&gt;the prettiest person of the opposite sex you know: Ashley&apos;s pretty physically beautiful, but Zofi&apos;s the best all around package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest person you know: (The void in my head that talks to) Me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Loudest Person you Know: Zofia, but I don&apos;t know many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your close friends: Zof, Ashley, John, and no one else, because I&apos;m a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Person that Knows the Most about you: Zof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Boring Teacher: Mrs. Bale. If I wanted to be read to for the entire hour, I&apos;d go back to pre-school, at least we had nap time and a snack then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is... &lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase on IM: &quot;=p&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last image/thought you go to sleep with: Zofi. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best feature: Eyes, height, and... I&apos;m ugly =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think you&apos;ve been in love: Let&apos;s see, how many ways can I say yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to get married: Probably, if I can ever get some courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have any tattoos/where?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piercings/where?: No, I&apos;d turn into a homeless graffiti artist. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get motion sickness: Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you&apos;re a health freak: Uh... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get along with your parents: Half of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREEN NAMES: Saland, DarkOne, dragoon00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL HAIR COLOR: Blonde&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Dark Blonde, hiss, sunlight!&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: grayish-blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( FAVOURITES ) &lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 43&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: green&lt;br /&gt;DAY: Friday&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: Any non-summer months (although that may change this year)&lt;br /&gt;SONG: Cold Heritage by Lacuna Coil&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: Chicken&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;VEGGIE: Uhh... uh... no preference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( PREFERENCES ) &lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT? Cuddle, but making out definitely has its place&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE? Chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;MILK, DARK, OR WHITE CHOCOLATE? White&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE? Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU.... ) &lt;br /&gt;CRIED? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? Yep&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? Yes&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? No &lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER? No&lt;br /&gt;SAID &quot;I LOVE YOU&quot;? Yes&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER? No&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO AN EX? Wouldn&apos;t I have to have one?&lt;br /&gt;MISSED AN EX? See above.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;MISSED SOMEONE? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE? No ;_;&lt;br /&gt;KISSED SOMEONE? I wish&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS? Nope&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dirty for filling one of these out now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2004 23:54:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another gift.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m still recognizing things I gained while I was in BC, even a week and a half later. Today I may have realized the greatest gift of all, the ability to cast aside my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t find myself impeded by fear or future often, if at all, any more. It&apos;s because now I know I have love and a path in life. It feels nice to breathe fresh air again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2004 04:09:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Reflection</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve had a day or two to digest my trip and what occurred. Several memories have also floated to the surface, memories that I will treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I locked eyes with my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first kiss and the flood of emotions that came with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Brittany and being shocked that I got along with someone besides Zof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Zofia&apos;s family and feeling accepted, if not slightly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A evening walk with a love and a new friend, with twenty dollars discovered, and a feeling of home I&apos;ll treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good New Year&apos;s Eve dinner, a kiss at midnight, realizing Zofia&apos;s parents liked me, a quiet movie, and most importantly, falling asleep in Zofia&apos;s arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against my love while watching an incredible movie, matched only by her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing through quiet tears what true love felt like and that I had found it with Zofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shower and an enlightening movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:47 AM Saturday on a rarely snowy night in Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two fun games of bowling, as well as an amazing dinner at a Japanese Restaurant on my last night with Zofia, a day I dreaded to see pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that quick hug from Jan as Zofia and I ran to the ferry, a simple gesture that meant and said so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I remember that tearful ferry ride and the promise for another visit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold no regrets perhaps aside from not being able to properly say goodbye to Bob. It was a week of many firsts that may very well be what shapes my life the most. Before this week, I hadn&apos;t felt at home anywhere or with anyone. Before this week, I hadn&apos;t been able to spread my wings and be me or feel accepted. Before this week, I had never truly known love. Now, all of that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together I know Zofia and I can tackle any obstacles that come our way. Our future is not definite, it is fated. What comes will come, but I know it will be good. How could it not be when I have Zofia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struggling with an epiphany Monday as I was leaving, and it took me a while to determine exactly what it was. Then it struck me: I don&apos;t have any goals, standards, or expectations to live up to except my own. While most people claim to know that, few people actually do. I am now truly me, not some masked version.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2003 19:53:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>From which I&apos;ll never wake...</title>
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  <description>This is like the most beautiful dream trascended into reality. I never thought something this wonderful could happen to me, and I still can&apos;t believe that it has. I&apos;ll treasure every moment, somehow even greater than the moments that have already passed.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2003 00:08:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It approaches...</title>
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  <description>Two days! Holy hell where did the time go?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2003 08:14:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No surprise...</title>
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  <description>What the hell is my problem? I should be happy and upbeat and positive because I&apos;ve got the greatest thing I could ever hope for in my life, yet I&apos;m quiet and unexpressive, and I&apos;m killing that thing because of it. I guess I&apos;m not surprised by my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I feel like I&apos;m going to vomit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2003 05:02:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Too close</title>
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  <description>I hate close calls, and tonight was way too scary. Bastard companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my path still points directly to British Columbia.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2003 21:39:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Brand Spankin&apos; New</title>
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  <description>I guess I finally succumbed to getting one of these, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose a new chapter in my life is enough of a reason to start a blog. I&apos;m weak!</description>
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