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  <title>Under a molten sky, let the days collide</title>
  <subtitle>Today my heart swings</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Joshuah</name>
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  <updated>2009-07-12T06:49:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:265405</id>
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    <title>When you said enternal life, what you meant was enternal head...</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T06:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-12T06:49:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>burn piano island</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wedding today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to a lot of weddings... okay so the last one was a year ago. There was free booze, free food. I actually drank. shame this crowd was entirely from the suburbs and I got along with no one. originally I didn't want to go, but my sister was coming up for it which I didn't think she was, so I was talked into going. It was kind of fun. some old family friends which I haven't seen for awhile... years upon years. lots of attractive guys... shame they are all football playing, country listening, lawyer wanna be jocks. my and my sister could not believe how much country they played, and once they play a johnny cash song... it gets cut off. hmmm. after then eleventeenth country song me and my sister look at each and I said, "thank god we were raised in the city." she sincerely agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school.. oh school kills me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:265019</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-07-10T09:36:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T16:38:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T16:38:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't had a drink in a long time. actually. it was jun 20th... they doesn't sound like so long, but it feels like it. meh oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out tonight, I want to drink tonight, I want listen to some music... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have a paper as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:264659</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-07-06T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-06T20:14:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-06T20:14:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I long to be personal with some one.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:264284</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-06-24T17:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T00:08:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T00:08:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">looks like this linguistic minor may be a shear impossibility. fucking a. who knew these classes would be fill up so easily. I need to talk to an adviser. I love going to school... this who 'getting a degree' however... is a pain in the ass.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:263683</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-06-11T17:36:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-12T00:42:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-12T00:42:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I sprained my ankle. not cool... it's swollen and hurts. I hope I am not limited for too much longer... it's frustrating. today I walked out of the house, only specifically to hopefully run into some one who said hi to me yesterday, no such luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts soon. I was originally taking one course this summer, but screw that. I will probably sign up for another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is eventful</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:263517</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-06-08T15:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T22:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T22:07:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if J.D. Salinger like the terminator, maybe I should go see it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:263297</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-06-04T01:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T08:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T08:30:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have been really really sick for the past couple days... the ironic thing about me being sick is that, A) I never ever get sick during this time of year, B) I know exactly how I got this dreadful cold or flu. last Wednesday I saw monsters play and hannah was very sick and played, I, not thinking, decided to speak into her mic for no apparent reason... and hannah was like, "josh that's not a good idea..." I figured it was impossible for me to get sick around this time. but sure enough the next day I felt a sore throat come on. I ended up not sleeping very well one night, which may or may not have been the cause of me vomiting twice. I was concerned maybe I actually had swine flu after that... but the lack of sleep along with the nausea and probably just gave me a migraine which make me throw up... I've thrown up due to headaches before. yesterday I was feeling pretty good, but not enough to get off my ass and do something. then today, at least this morning I felt a little worse, but mainly because my sore throat had officially become a a stuffy nose. I could feel my head coming out of it, still a little cloudy... now I feel more inclined to read a book than to watch the hills, something one should only indulge in if they indeed do have a fever... there's no other way to enjoy that show without being only 35% there mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to drink lots of water, my mouth is so dry from breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's all that's new with me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:263104</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-31T01:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-31T08:23:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-31T08:23:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I'm dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to vomit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for my health...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:262755</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-27T18:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T01:29:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T01:29:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the strangest coincidence ever... I emailed an old highschool english teacher of mine, about this story we read that I have always been desperate to get a hold of and I could never manage to figure out who wrote it via google or anything... anyway, I wondered off to freddy's and I run into that very same teacher! WTF! strangest shit... but whatever, he did not know who had written it off hand, but he should send it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... that's my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:262514</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-21T16:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-21T23:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-21T23:22:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">coffee in general taste like shit. I will never like it. espresso all the way... I wish I had an espresso machine.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:262280</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-19T01:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T08:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T08:54:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I found the Ragazzi, a novel by Pasolini, in Powell's today. The first American edition. I have never seen this book, nor much of Pas' other work, on the shelves of Powell's before. I feel awesome to have it, I probably could get some money off of it, but fuck that... I am keeping it! It only would have been cooler to have found the first edition in Italian... but I can't read Italian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get more and more looks, stares, and comments from wearing this Turkish soccer hoodie than I have from ANYTHING else I have worn. wtf. I hate it. I don't speak Turkish! I just like this hoodie that I got from the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exercised I bit too hard today... I should relax tomorrow... but damn, biking in the sun takes a lot out of you, and this &lt;i&gt;biking to save money&lt;/i&gt; is contradictory, I use up so much energy I  become starving and buy food, which usually is more expensive than a bus ticket. bah.. whatever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:262064</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-14T01:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T09:09:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T09:09:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am not a huge tv watcher, but I like current tv A LOT! it can be a bit liberal biased, Al Gore founded the station, but usually is opened to all sorts of view points. unless you have some flashy cable you are unlikely to get it, as I only have the station while living with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin, this was the video I was telling you about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think a country actually THRIVING off a dictatorship. the man once called a god decided they could not be governed by a kind forever, giving the country democracy. Thus, democracy caused many many problems with television, etc... but I think that it's great the issues are easily viewable and the democracy was not an escape from dictatorship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="11" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skin head rise in Russia. very interesting reasoning for it. jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="12" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SICKEST SURFING EVER! I have to learn how to do this! I don't even know how to surf, let alone swim in the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a VERY interesting video on the military's "Don't Ask, Don't Tell", policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="14" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something I may have in the not to distance future: exercise addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one I saw on tv about new seasons, but I couldn't find it.</content>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-11T15:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-11T22:53:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-11T22:54:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v25/spasticine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=800px-HallgrC3ADmskirkja.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/spasticine/800px-HallgrC3ADmskirkja.jpg" border="0" alt="iceland"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I should have went to Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-08T16:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-08T23:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-08T23:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's 'I want you to want me' in Spanish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should stick to acting.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:261129</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-07T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-08T06:50:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-08T06:50:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why do I daydream so hard, so unbelievably intense that I invent details in my head, that I go on and on and on with it for hours sometimes. I just stare blankly and fall into an endless ocean of thoughts, thoughts on things that would make me happy, wonderful. I do this so much, that just recently I had to reconnect with reality and tell myself this isn't true, what I was thinking. it got to near point that I felt it was true, creating memories in my head that were making me laugh out loud, making me sad, making me nostalgic. I guess right now, this is the only thing that makes me happy anymore. books and daydreams... I wonder what that means.</content>
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    <title>The Eternal</title>
    <published>2009-05-04T20:19:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-04T20:19:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the new sonic youth album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some... thing alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:260807</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-03T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-04T06:21:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-04T06:21:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really want to start cooking shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would keep me busy, I could cook for my parents every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have no idea how... to even begin. how to I cook chicken? I don't want to fuck it up and give myself something awful and get sick. I made sangria today, that's about all I can make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a website that's like cooking for dummies? I am not exactly sure making food is cheaper though. meh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am cutting out drinking and anything else for awhile. It's never a problem for me... but it's expensive and well... I feel like I should learn to stop. I do it out of habit. how strange that when me, my sister, linea and her brother all met at the nite hawk, I didn't want a drink at all! but once we got to the roseland, and upstairs at the bar, I just felt like drinking. whaaaatttteevvveeerrrrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to fill myself with productivity tomorrow. yes I will.</content>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-02T21:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T04:32:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T04:32:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">gooooooooood bye montana house! you will be missed :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop watching current tv</content>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-05-02T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-02T20:53:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-02T20:53:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>h.o.s.p.i.t.a.l by the faint</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night I finally took my sister to the faint. I can't remember how many times I've seen them. Okay I think that was number five, but it was a really great show... the only flaw was that the band was going on RIGHT when we got there! we were lucky we caught it it all... my sister has liked them every since I left a cd of theirs in her car, and has never seen them. so we caught everything, they did play agenda suicide as the last song which she liked a lot, and overall they had a predictable set. the did not play forever growing centipedes which I really wanted to hear. and the crowd was really getting on my nerves, or maybe I am just getting older. afterward me and me and erin and my sister found john and went upstairs to dance and drink to ladytron... but we had to come down and get serious once they played seventeen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I spent toooo much money last night. erin bought me enough drinks. I took out a 20 and that went by too fast... and the food afterward and the cab? yes we all had to take a cab home. it just started to poor down rain as we left, so I guess I am glad I didn't bike it.</content>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-04-27T22:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T05:45:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T05:45:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to go to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, just hold hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody wants to go to California&lt;br /&gt;To live their life on a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of someone else’s kids and wife&lt;br /&gt;But they'll be bringing you the same old strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to go to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, just hold hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to go to Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;Queens in drag will surely fake you&lt;br /&gt;Take you home, and then they'll rape you&lt;br /&gt;But you like it, so say 'thank you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to go to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, just hold hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone wants to go to Iraq&lt;br /&gt;But once they go, they don’t come back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing peanut butter jelly and other snacks&lt;br /&gt;We might have our freedom, but we're still on crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to go to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Everybody just hold hands&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-04-27T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-27T19:11:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-27T19:11:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sonic youth are playing the roseland july 28th. this makes me angry. but I will still go, I always go. seattle is three days before. perhaps I'll go to that to make up for this roseland bullshit.</content>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-04-20T06:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-20T04:52:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-20T04:52:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">after nearly, not even 24 hours in this city, I feel lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel incredibly stagnant here, I feel my same problems coming back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave more long bus rides to Lisbon, while staying up all night afterward writing a paper in a language I am not so familiar with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I won't stay here very long, perhaps I will adjust, apparently I am needed here more than I would have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am not sure life suits me best here. I'll keep searching.</content>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-04-15T11:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-15T09:27:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-15T09:27:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it, when I get a bad grade... I feel awful and that the teacher could have been more lenient and I could have done better of course, but when I get a good grade... I feel the teacher let me off easy, and that I am undeserving of it. meh. I will never get this done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write my last Spain entry soon, in Spanish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Erin, I am NOT HOME YET! SATURDAY! APRIL 18th! almost there.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:257910</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-04-06T11:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T09:05:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T09:05:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck. My. Last. Entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just, I was just.. drunk... high on something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not at all what I was expecting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am come home soon, this is good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:consecration:257298</id>
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    <title>consecration @ 2009-04-01T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T17:15:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">so it looks like I am going to Portugal after all, I am taking a bus. nine FUCKING hours, not looking forward to it, but still happy to be going there. strongest coffee in the world so I hear. and to think a plane ride there is 20 minutes, months ago flights were only 16, even 11 euro... but I slacked and the flights jacked themselves up and now I am stuck with the bus. I hope I can sleep on it. Semana Santa, or... Easter I guess is a big deal in Spain. If you've ever seen those priest who dress up like the KKK, I guess they do that for Semana Santa. I'm wondering what goes on exactly. maybe I will see something similar in Lisbon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sick again, I go out. find the only bar I like in Segovia (most bars in Spain are loud dancy music and everyone smokes their brains out!) and I get a cold. my body is not in any pain thank god, but my nose and throat are killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flight home goes from Madrid to Phili, Phili to San Fran, and San Fran to Portland. My flight here went from Portland to Phili, Phili to Madrid and Madrid to Asturias... now I am some where closer. so no flight. anyway, that will be a pain in the ass. thankful I get a ride home and don't have to deal with this language I barely know.</content>
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