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 <title>I Swear, Mom</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2010/10/i-swear-mom</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;they were throwing flower petals like confetti&lt;br /&gt;
I swear, mom&lt;br /&gt;
they made the wind blow&lt;br /&gt;
through my hair; made it look like I walked&lt;br /&gt;
into a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;
the music was loud, that’s why I’m&lt;br /&gt;
not listening&lt;br /&gt;
it’s the buzzing in my ears&lt;br /&gt;
not anything else&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;not thoughts of her in her pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;
her hand in my hair&lt;br /&gt;
our bodies moving in time to some&lt;br /&gt;
heavy downbeats&lt;br /&gt;
repetitive mumblings&lt;br /&gt;
the words&lt;br /&gt;
always&lt;br /&gt;
have something to do&lt;br /&gt;
with sex&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;
um maybe&lt;br /&gt;
well….&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mind blank like white paper.&lt;br /&gt;
word processor.&lt;br /&gt;
stalled writing,&lt;br /&gt;
talking,&lt;br /&gt;
thinking&lt;br /&gt;
over ages.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 04:38:15 +0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>* slaps self on head *</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2009/04/slaps-self-on-head</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really hate britney spears&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but that song eveyone knows &quot;ooops I did it again,&quot; really is the perfect way to describe my situation&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hooked up with that guy from camp. We&#039;re going to do like a casual friends with benefits thing I guess. I said I wouldn&#039;t do it, but I did. Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;
I realized that I actually am into guys. It&#039;s quite unnerving&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s just fooling around. It doesn&#039;t mean anything. I just need someone to kiss and touch and be with. It doesn&#039;t have to mean anything. It&#039;s better if it doesn&#039;t.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 11:50:59 +0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>Canadia</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I&#039;m in Canada (not canadia) with my school choir. I&#039;ve heard the words &quot;canadian&quot; and &quot;canadia&quot; and &quot;o canada&quot; more times than I have ever previously heard in my life.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 09:48:34 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>I&#039;m single now, I guess</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2009/04/im-single-now-i-guess</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i was told to update my blog. Being the wimpy, lustful pushover that I am, I did so immediately.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m moping about&lt;br /&gt;
not doing all my schoolwork, not doing much of anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some stuff coming up...&lt;br /&gt;
choir auditions are on monday and tuesday, Callbacks on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t have a solo yet... I was thinking of doing the oompa loompa song. or maybe the dragontales theme song.... as a joke&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know if I want to get in to the top choir. I have a pretty good chance of getting in, but it&#039;s so much work.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 10:18:54 +0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>the only time I&#039;ve really cried</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2009/03/the-only-time-ive-really-cried</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rarely cry&lt;br /&gt;
but I cried on the way home in the car, staring out the window and seeing nothing but my own tears&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The first time I met him I was nervous&lt;br /&gt;
but there was no reason to worry&lt;br /&gt;
he looked like a big, cuddly teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;
             smiling cheeks, flippant hands, his hair long in the front, short in the back, and sticking out at odd angles&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every week he would be so happy, and tell us of his life&lt;br /&gt;
attempted suicide, witchcraft, social workers, unrequited love&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every week we saw him, without fail, open up his arms and be so happy, radiating love like a space heater&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:22:19 +0300</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>I watched MILK, finally</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2009/03/i-watched-milk-finally</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I&#039;m feeling kind of strange&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just got back from Camp Everytown:&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.svccj.org/ourwork.html#everytown&quot; title=&quot;http://www.svccj.org/ourwork.html#everytown&quot;&gt;http://www.svccj.org/ourwork.html#everytown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(it&#039;s awesome, check it out if your school does it)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 08:50:40 +0300</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>girls, girls, girls</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2009/03/girls-girls-girls</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;well just three girls in particular&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know I haven&#039;t been on in an astoundingly long time. School is eating up my life, I know that isn&#039;t a great excuse, but when I don&#039;t have school I&#039;m too exhausted to do anything...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I&#039;ve been having a lot of girl issues. I&#039;ve been with this girl &quot;L&quot; for a while. Kind of. The only times we saw each other, we would just.. fool around. We barely talked, and we didn&#039;t even talk to each other on valentines day.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 04:52:02 +0300</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>Life.</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/10/life</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey all&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Haven&#039;t been on in a while.... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A bit of stalking Ruby&#039;s journal, but doesn&#039;t everyone? :-)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 08:30:02 +0300</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>Happy Place?</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven&#039;t been on in a.. long... while. I have no time anymore to read through every post and write long rats about nothing anybody(including myself) could possibly care about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This school year started with motivation and 2 AP classes. I&#039;ve been pouring out songs that I can actually bear to listen to, and am in an audition choir at my school. I am confident and well-balanced.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 05:00:00 +0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>La Luna</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/06/la-luna</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you remember that time when we were driving and you were speaking, and I was writing down what you had to say? Do you remember that, Luna?&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 03:40:59 +0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>underage_thinker</dc:creator>
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 <title>The end... The beggining</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/05/the-end-the-beggining</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;This school year is nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;
thank whoever it is needs to be thanked&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m a completely different person from who I was this time 12 months ago, and I think I&#039;m more myself. I&#039;ve been on a long journey to try to find myself, and I&#039;m somewhere entirely new and different. I think it&#039;s nice here. I&#039;d like to stay here a while.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 03:22:08 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Mourning is a Process</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/05/mourning-is-a-process</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is almost finished for the year&lt;br /&gt;
the year that went by so fast could never have been stretched out longer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;my dad says that I have to just hold on as hard as I can for the next week and a half and then I can finally break free&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;my grandpa died three( or so, time is so convoluted) weeks ago and I have yet to mourn&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The week that he was incapacitated, after his stroke, was a blur.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/05/mourning-is-a-process&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 06:15:07 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Letting Go</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/05/letting-go</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I haven&#039;t been online in...... forever.&lt;br /&gt;
The reason I am now is that I can&#039;t go to school, so I have the day to do with as I please (well not exactly).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/05/letting-go&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 19:44:39 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Fun Fun Fun</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/04/fun-fun-fun</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha. I&#039;m on spring break!&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:32:23 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>In The Beginning</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, there was a land filled with wonder and delight and all of God&#039;s happy fluffy creations. All the creatures lived happily. And then God made Eve. And he saw that she was perfect. And Eve because friends with all of the happy animals and it was good. But none of the animals could talk, and Eve began to get lonely because God was too busy with everything to talk to her.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 05:19:23 +0300</pubDate>
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