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  <title>True Life: I Live In Merrrimack New Hampshire</title>
  <subtitle>Veritas Aequitas</subtitle>
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  <updated>2004-03-22T01:43:08Z</updated>
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    <title>Just a Lovely Weekend</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T01:43:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T01:43:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Usher - Gotta Let It Burn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright, here we go, friday night, im not in the mood to do ANYTHING, i was hanging with the wife(my coley baby) and she tells me she's goin to the dance, and im like BLAH. so i didnt go with her. but like an hour later i missed her so i went anyway and it was this BEST TIME EVER! soooo much fun and for everyone who didnt go you should have! AND on top of alll this, the night before, thursday, the Hypnotist show was an AWESOME time, and im glad i couldnt get hypnotized because watchin the people was hilarious! so n e way, Saturday rolls round, and its boys championship time up at UNH, good times with like the whole school, by the way congrats to them for winning 2004 state. After that me and shane drove home and ate disgusting MacDonalds shit on a shingle, but ah well. then we hung out with nicole and played sum MADDEN 2004, which is by all means neccessary, i whippped shane's ass like 83 to 22, very embarassing but ah well. Then today i did not do much, saw my wife, hung at Dunkin Honuts for awhile and visited n shit, got my hairs cut! and i think im gunna highlight it, but who knows. and this was my awesome weekend, nothing especially exciting, but everything especially wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~IM RICK JAMES BITCH!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brned_bridges:1807</id>
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    <title>I Think I've Found It</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T00:47:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T00:47:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Finding Forrester (movie)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If ever i have questioned my reasoning for existence, this would be it. And if ever i have found a reason, this too, would be it. Love, a mere four letter word that describes an endless description that if were put into words it would take a lifetime to write. This expression i have found in strange places, for example, in family it is one of the most unspoken words, and yet it is always there. It is an understanding of one another that if the words were to be spoken they would not satisfy the feeling we would be attempting to describe. I do not think that i have figured out love, however i do feel that i felt it before. When you are with a person that is so undescribible, that words could not satisfy even there slightest movement, i think this is feeling that so many of us describe as love. It would seem so, that some people have not found love, but is this because they are not looking, or because they choose not to see it. For that matter can love be found? If your looking for love are you loving at all. Is love just something that happens. a word so full of emotion, yet so lacking in description. It seems that everyone has there own opinion of love, and this, is simply one of mine. A mere four letter word that could change a life time. It seems, that this word is not so mere</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brned_bridges:1625</id>
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    <title>Quite Possibly The Most Inspirational Song Ever Sung</title>
    <published>2004-03-11T00:55:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-11T00:55:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Buddy Jewell - Lacey's Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The moment was custom-made to order:&lt;br /&gt;I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;An' like children do, she started playin' twenty questions,&lt;br /&gt;But I never could've guessed one would touch me to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?&lt;br /&gt;"Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay?&lt;br /&gt;"Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?&lt;br /&gt;"An' do you think that God could use another Angel,&lt;br /&gt;"To help pour out the rain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won't lie: I pulled that car right over,&lt;br /&gt;An' I sat there on the shoulder tryin' to dry my misty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;An' I whispered: "Lord, I wanna thank you for my children.&lt;br /&gt;"'Cause your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?&lt;br /&gt;"Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay?&lt;br /&gt;"Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?&lt;br /&gt;"An' do you think that God could use another Angel,&lt;br /&gt;"To help pour out the rain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought about it later on,&lt;br /&gt;An' a smile came to my face.&lt;br /&gt;An' when I tucked her in to bed,&lt;br /&gt;I got down on my knees an' prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, when I get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna come to visit 'cause I'm comin' home to stay?&lt;br /&gt;"An' I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face.&lt;br /&gt;"An' do you think, Lord, you could use just one more Angel,&lt;br /&gt;"To help pour out the rain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, can I help pour out the rain?&lt;br /&gt;can I help pour out the rain?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brned_bridges:1522</id>
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    <title>Waking Up Twice</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T11:45:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-10T11:45:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Howie Day - Ghost</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This morning i woke up as someone else, and by that i do not mean i woke up as myself and i've changed, i mean a different human being, and i lived the life of another through my eyes. I cant imagine why this happened, but it freaked the hell out of, i was lost and felt right at home. I then woke up again, about 4 minutes ago, and could not decide which was real. Does it matter? Should it matter? was this all just a dream or was it something else. When i woke up i wasn't lost anymore, so i THINK, today will be a good day. oh shit, i have community service tommorow, i hate manchester and there police, absolute pricks, ah well. . .</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brned_bridges:1144</id>
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    <title>Florida</title>
    <published>2004-03-02T02:05:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-02T02:05:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lynard Skynard - Simple Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Being in a different place is not neccesarily living a different life, but when among new people you cant help but explore. During my first 6 days in florida, the only female i spoke with, was my mother. However, on the 7th day, i met someone very special. Connecting with someone before words are said is something rarely found in relationships. Most relationships grow over time, but not with myself and this particular female, her name is Amanda. Before i even said hello, i felt i had known her forever, the more we spoke the more i felt like i had spent my entire life with her. Every breathe and Every second, it was like de ja vu, every sentence i started she could finish and every one she started so could I. we spoke for a few hours, and with each minute it was more and more like we were the same person living in different places. The time came around where she had to leave, as did I. we said good-bye and went our seperate ways. i did not accept this. i ran a mile then into traffic and knocked on her window. i could not let her slip away, as she rolled her window down i said to her dont go, as she began to open the door the light turned green, and her father, unaware that i knew his daughter sped off. i ran and ran and ran, but i could not catch the speeding car. Without so much as a last name or screenname, i am convinced that someday, i will meet Amanda again. Regardless of our distance, i will find her. I wont stand such that two people with such a connection have such a short time together. i will find amanda and amanda will find me. . . perhaps this seems over the top to most, but to anyone who has ever connected with someone in such an undescribeable way, you know as well as I, that these are the type of people that you cannot let slip away. . . screw fate, should it be that we never meet again, no, it wont be that we wont, i wont let fate intervene with my life, the way i want. Do i trust fate, yes. However, fate has no guarantees, but i do. . . i will find you, amanda, i will find you. . .</content>
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    <title>Shane's Quiz Thingy</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T15:21:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T15:21:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/teo592/quiz/dragon.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;A GOLD Dragon Lies Beneath!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abednarz.net/dragons/drgold.jpg" border="1" alt="My inner dragon color is GOLD. Click here to try the Quiz!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner dragon is the most honorable of all. I enjoy shape-shifting, humans, and the occasional crusade to save the world. I'm what you might call a Draconic Knight. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brned_bridges:541</id>
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    <title>People</title>
    <published>2004-02-14T14:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-14T14:30:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tupac Shakur - My Block(remix)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Life Is But a Dream, but on our block we still play. . . there are so many different personalities in the world, but not that many, your bound to run into someone with the same personality as you. Is this your soulmate? is your soulmate the person who does eevrything like you, or is it someone whos company you enjoi to the point that if they did everything different than you, you would change to see them smile. To wake up in the morning next to the same smile everyday, and never get tired of, to view as if from a seat that persons growth through life, and in turn, your growing with them. Is this love? i dont know, if i had all the answers i want to forget them so i could figure them out again. I think, that thats what life is, either that or accepting the fact that our time here is short and puzzling yourself with questions is part of it, but no one has all the answers, and the select few probably arent that happy, i think its the people who pick up the answers on the journey are the people who i want to be around.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brned_bridges:288</id>
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    <title>Dreamin Again</title>
    <published>2004-02-13T03:14:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-13T03:14:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ewan McGregor - Your Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ever wake up in the morning from a dream, and you cant decide which is real and which is the dream? This has occured roughly every morning this week, and for a solid 4 days i was quite concerned and asking myself the usual life questions, why are we here, where are we going, if i close my eyes does the world keep spinning, you know, the usual. However, on the fifth day i came to terms with these questions, and realized that whichever was real or fake, they are both great lives. Has this ever happened to anyone else, or am i just nuts? it doesnt matter, just curious to see how the world works, and i cant wait to dream again tonight, cause no matter what tommorow is bound to be a good day, cause to me, i kinda have two shots at it, Farewell. . .</content>
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