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  <title>ariana</title>
  <subtitle>Ariana</subtitle>
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    <name>Ariana</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-11T05:01:28Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anewresolution:46093</id>
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    <title>undixneuf</title>
    <published>2008-09-11T05:01:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-11T05:01:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have now become undixneuf.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't add you already,&lt;br /&gt;and you want to be added,&lt;br /&gt;let me know. If I added you,&lt;br /&gt;it's because I want to read&lt;br /&gt;your livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anewresolution:45575</id>
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    <title>anewresolution @ 2007-10-03T12:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-03T16:39:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-03T16:39:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's so easy to get lost in constantly having to present whatever face you believe a person wants to see rather than your own, yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities.. only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a paradox, isn't it?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anewresolution:45523</id>
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    <title>every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart.</title>
    <published>2007-10-03T16:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-03T16:38:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>thrice - for miles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i haven't been doing much of anything lately but kicking back and relaxing on my new laptop. i have the week off of work, so it's boring around here. i need to get an apartment, and i only have 15 days to do that until i start my classes. i keep on thinking about finding a better paying job and just working the barrel once a week. i'm not going to be getting enough money to pay for living. money is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've really been digging this thrice song recently. it's got amazing piano behind it. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the stars at dawn&lt;br /&gt;and all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes&lt;br /&gt;and on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is changed&lt;br /&gt;and all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that day all of the scales will swing to set all the wrongs to right&lt;br /&gt;all of our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight&lt;br /&gt;but until then all of our scars will still remain, but we've learned that if we'll&lt;br /&gt;open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must see that every scar is a bridge, and as long as we live&lt;br /&gt;we must open up these wounds&lt;br /&gt;when some one stands in your shoes and will shed his own blood&lt;br /&gt;there's no greater love. we must open up our wounds</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anewresolution:44552</id>
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    <title>anewresolution @ 2006-11-15T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T04:24:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T19:34:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">greys anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We deny that we're tired, we deny we are scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed, and most imporantly we deny that we are in denial. We only see what we want to see, and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after awhile the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces. Sooner or later, we have to put aside our denial and face the world, guns blazing. Denial: it's not just a river in Egypt. It's a freaking ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes to simply be human. Maybe, we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how hard you fight it, you fall, and its scary as hell, except, if there's an upside to free falling, it's the chance you give your friends to catch you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intimacy is a four syllable word for, "Here's my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy." It's both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without. Intimacy also comes attached to the three R's... relatives, romance, and roommates. There are some things you can't escape. And other things you just don't want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were a kid, it was Halloween candy. You hid it from your parents and you ate it until you got sick. In college, it was the heavy combo of youth, tequila and well, you know. As a surgeon, you take as much of the good as you can get because it doesn't come around nearly as often as it should. 'Cause good things aren't always what they seem. Too much of anything, even love, is not always a good thing. "</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anewresolution:43879</id>
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    <title>ohaysup!</title>
    <published>2006-10-14T19:29:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-14T19:29:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've gotten 4 tattoos since my last update. The first two on Thursday, October 5. The second two on Monday, October 9! They're friggin' sweet. Ask me about them. =)</content>
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    <title>anewresolution @ 2006-08-07T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T02:21:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T02:21:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's my birthday!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anewresolution:36656</id>
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    <title>she'll cause you a broken heart and controversy,</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T09:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-04T21:13:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;but you'll still swear she's a knockout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/ariana119/Picture360.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Seniors rock 'n' roll!</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T20:56:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T20:56:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got my senior pictures back. If you want one, let me know. And find me a way to get ahold of you.</content>
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    <title>Last day on earth.</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T02:53:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T02:53:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm no longer going to update livejournal any longer. The fucking internet has put my life to shit, and I don't feel like bothering anymore. I'm still going to read and comment, though. Send some love every once in a while.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anewresolution:412</id>
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    <title>anewresolution @ 2005-06-03T22:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-04T02:43:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T03:43:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/ariana119/fotealpete.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_salt_in_mywound' lj:user='salt_in_mywound' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://salt-in-mywound.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://salt-in-mywound.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;salt_in_mywound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the fo banner!&lt;br /&gt;Comment, and I'll add you.&lt;br /&gt;Or aim me :: ashtraymonumxnt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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