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  <title>Sorry*Please Try Again*</title>
  <subtitle>eifoaoi</subtitle>
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    <name>¿the Fear of Understanding*</name>
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  <updated>2004-05-17T06:44:31Z</updated>
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    <title>wait...</title>
    <published>2004-05-17T06:06:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-17T06:06:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my journal profile doesnt say the i love you chica thing on it? if you were referring to aim that is aim/aol's fault because that was changed like 2 reformatts ago like 3 months ago, now my aim profile is just someone saying i should change my profile.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:istealnerds:4290</id>
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    <title>about my day- about my life.</title>
    <published>2004-05-17T05:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-17T06:44:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am a black cloud for the town of New Milford.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I drive past the ambulance barn someone gets hurt. &lt;br /&gt;Today on my way to see Jenn I drove by the ambulance barn to see if anyone was there. No one was there so I kept going, about 5 minutes later call for the ambulance goes out, about 5 minutes later ANOTHER tone goes out for another call. At this point there still arent enough volunteers there for the first call. Then another 5-10 minutes later a 3rd call goes out, there are only 2 ambulances in NM so it had to go mutual to sherman, it was crazy!When it rains it poors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there now I go hang out with Jenn and we went for a run around the track in Newtown. We are both pretty talkative people so it was more of a walk than run so we could talk but we did that for about an hour and 30 minutes. From here is where it gets funny. I'm wearing the talk nerdy to me shirt [compliments of chris,compliments of his ex][hope i dont get you in trouble with that one! =)], right, and me and her were definatly talking nerdy to each other and she didnt realize what the shirt said till after our conversation. We were talking about our lives compared to Sins and Cos's and Cot's in.. haha.. oh yes then we changed the equation by putting us in a hyperbola inside an eliptoid. Then we talked about planearity of time and space and dimensional analysis. It was insane I talked to her about those wierd things I think up in my head that NO ONE understands and she understood it--- i think more than me [*scratches head*]. She is a genious and a math major and a bio chem major all in one, oh yes and she works at arby's. Yes, she told me all about your visit yesterday, meghann, and how you guys forgot something to drink and went back up to get water. I didn't ask for that much detail, just when she said you came in i said did she get large mozz and large curly like usual =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya so that was my really dorkish day with a girl. I'm fairly positive I like her and I'm fairly positive she likes me [in a more than friendish way] but I'm not really sure how to react. Not sure if I want to pursue or not, or even if I'm ready to. *shrugs* oh well, time will tell. Me and her like sat and watched people run and walk the past few times we have been out and we figure out what song they must be "listening" to by their pace. Haha this one guy was funny cause he would do a really slow lap and we would come up with some song, then hed do a really fast lap&lt;br /&gt;then a slow and then a middle. Different song for each one....good stuff...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I dropped off Jenn and proceeded home. I stopped in at the ambulance barn because I saw donovin and mike best standing there, we talked for a few minutes...sure enough the sky came crashing down and a call came out about 5 minutes into talking. we left and another call came out 5 minutes later. and i shall say it again, when it rains--it poors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all i had to say tonight, if i think of anything else I'll add it [this is pretty long as it is though].  This stuff is probably only interesting to me so if you got this far--Sorry if it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i did think of something else...gomez in less than a month in NYC again...W0O baby w0oH0o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Steve-0 ~ the B&amp;C</content>
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    <title>the SP with the BC</title>
    <published>2004-05-17T04:42:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-17T04:45:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First I must address the issue some kind anon. brought to my attention&lt;br /&gt;    ~in response to the comment about my profile, i merely forgot to change my profile. However, a part of this update will address this issue further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I must address the thing that is shadowing over some people in NM and possibly elsewhere. I hope anyone who was friends with him finds some way to cope. I know its tough loosing a friend I went through it a couple times. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. [Meghann] I heard you  weren't doing so well with it so I hope you feel better. My services are out there for you to talk to, but I'm sure you would rather Drew which is perfectly understandable. If anyone else would like to talk to me about it I'm up for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do to the not so solem'ness of my next comments i will post this and start a new post because...just because.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all feel better.</content>
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    <title>sucky night</title>
    <published>2004-05-09T04:20:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-09T04:20:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight seems to be pretty sucky. First I went down to best hits, but it was closed so I guess there was no show. From there I went over to WestConn to see if anyone was around. Hung out there for a little bit while it was cool, then people started drinking and smoking pot and I felt awkward, but I waited around 'till 10 cause Jenn was supposed to get off work then and I figured maybe we could hang out. She said she would call my cell at 10 but she never did, oh well she must've forgotten, its ok shes not feelin too well so its understandable,so . . .I left for home. Then I get home to find out my 24 year old sister has high school kids here drinking and you guessed it, smoking pot. So I really don't feel comfortable here either. Oh well. Hope you had fun at your prom meghann and hope you make it home safe (i definatly DONT mean that sarcasticly, im serious, in case you take it that way).&lt;br /&gt;Good bye&lt;br /&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, something I forgot to mention, last night I had more fun then I've had in a long time.</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2004-04-28T23:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-29T03:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-29T03:24:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wouldve figured you could at least sense me a little better...i'm glad i was the extra ton of cash in your sinking life raft.</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2004-04-28T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-29T03:20:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-29T03:20:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just thought i meant more</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2004-04-13T20:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-14T00:30:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-14T00:30:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">password is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.NerdMania.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    :NERDCORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TO THE MAX</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:istealnerds:2617</id>
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    <title>School is back!</title>
    <published>2003-09-08T02:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-08T02:23:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">W0ot. College has started and I love it! All my professors are awesome cause there is something about every one that keeps me interested in class.&lt;br /&gt;    Chinese Culture: professor is absent minded and forgets all her stuff to class so I have to cover for her...ex:she forgot her dry erase markers every day for class...I happened to have soeme in my brief case (I've got an A in that class now =)  )&lt;br /&gt;    Intro to psychology:SHE, yes, SHE has a mullet...'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;    American perspectives: Old man who likes to make fun of himself and build us up!&lt;br /&gt;    Pre-calculus: My professor is captain kirk!</content>
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    <title>work for meghann to print out INCASE the e-mails didnt work</title>
    <published>2003-06-13T03:34:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-13T03:34:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi Meghann, did I tell you lately that i love you? well i do! Good luck at school today and try and at least pretend i'm there, don't get sad over me. I really do appreciate you doing this for me, i sent it here and your other e-mail and it is on my dj and lj&lt;br /&gt;there are 9 here because i had 16 plus that last found poem is 17 then 3 more needed and 3 times 3 is 9!!! so i should be all set, dont worry about correcting anything just print it out and hand it in for me, thanks&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;br /&gt;Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Rises Up.&lt;br /&gt;The coulours paint the sky red.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful warm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rushing water&lt;br /&gt;The trickling stream flows by&lt;br /&gt;A ripple in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool and moist dirt&lt;br /&gt;Pushing against my bare feet&lt;br /&gt;The cool dirt feels nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainfall At Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls in the night&lt;br /&gt;Water Dripping on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;Calming and soothing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees sway in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of creaking wood.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain puddles are wet&lt;br /&gt;Jump in and splash the water&lt;br /&gt;Socks are soaking wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green gras grows tall&lt;br /&gt;The lawn mower gets ready.&lt;br /&gt;Smell the fresh cut grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot summer sun&lt;br /&gt;The water comes crashing in&lt;br /&gt;Summer at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the night&lt;br /&gt;Animals make noise and prowl&lt;br /&gt;Chirping from the woods.</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2003-05-29T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-30T03:13:52Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-30T03:22:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She was upset, she called me from a payphone at walmart and she was crying. I went down to see her, but i still screwed up, i forgot to tell chris that i knew where she was and he got all worried about her. *sigh* at least she is alright, that is the most important part is that she is alright, sorry chris (if you read this/know this journal)&lt;br /&gt;i love you chica&lt;br /&gt;Steven</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2003-05-29T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-30T00:29:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have gone with Meghann. She's not feeling to hot and she went to get some medicine. I could tell when she left that she was upset that I didn't go with her. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry chica, I love you, and I know you know that. I hope you feel better,  Be strong and hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Steven</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2003-05-19T22:00:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-20T02:00:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-20T03:11:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>got yelled at for listening to music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today sucked. From the moment i woke up i was getting yelled at by my mother, all i heard was how much im a slacker and a lier. Then today in school was just boring and tiring and then at my track meet, my last track meet of the season,forever, because im a senior and what not, i faulted out. I basicly went from getting 9 foot 6 in practice and 8 foot 6 in a meet to geting zero foot nothing in the meet that meant the most to me, if i had cleared 7 ft 6 i would have gotten points for the team, i havent ever gotten points for the team and 7 foot 6 is nothing, but im destined to suck at everything i do. My best friend hates me because i want him to help me on my motorycle. He doesnt realize how much time i spent on his bike, he used to want me up there every night now that all the thinking that took the two of us is done hed rather work alone on his bike, oh well, i guess thats what happens when he goes out with someone who expects his 100% attention at all times or else she cries about him and calls him a fucker. Now that we're on the subject of her, who i know is reading this, your the main reason things got wierd between me and elly, your persistant attempt to keep her safe made me not want to have anything to do with her, all you are is a two face and everyone sees it just no one will say anything because i know the consiquence of this tomorrow jesse will probably want nothing to do with me and you'll threaten to kill me like you did while i was going out with elly, sound familiar? "I promise you do anything to hurt her and i will kill you, and i dont mean hurt you, i know people that will actually kill you if i ask them to." remember that? i hope you do, because it hurt me, just like you're hurting jesse and everyone who hangs out with jesse, im not the only one who thinks this just the only one who will say it, everyone talks about it behind your back. Please just stop hurting my friend, hes the only one i've got and hes changed because of you.And now moving on i get home and my mom starts bitching at me. no how was your track meet, but more of a where were you?with a response of at a track meet like every monday, "utill 9?" yes mom it was in milford which is an hour and 30 away, "oh" well why didnt you do this this and this today. bullshit just leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;oh well i've said too much, probably lost my best friend, and realizing that i should delete what i wrote but i can't. I can't leave that couped up in me it just hurts me every night, i know that sounds pathetic, but like i said i don't have many friends and it hurts me to see him treated like that.&lt;br /&gt;steven&lt;br /&gt;ps. a tip to everyone, when you say your sorry if you really mean it, you wont do it again</content>
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    <title>Physics Roxxors!</title>
    <published>2003-05-18T04:40:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-18T04:40:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yo tonight was official physics project night. This always means that there are cars involved and lots of burning rubber, and always always always the cops.&lt;br /&gt;This case was no different. This is the totally awesome story of the night...&lt;br /&gt;Alright we took a g-tech accelerometer to check out g-forces in a car, hooked it up to a car and drove in circles till it broke free and we recorded the highest number, and we also got it all on video tape (in car cam, and external cam) Now after a few trials is when the fun really started, because we had already had the cars and the burning rubber, so what was left? Thats right kiddies, the po-po. So anyway some police chick shows up in her police car, of course we had permission and everything to do what we were doing from the owner of the parking lot, so we explained that and what we are doing and she totally thought it was awesome, so instead of telling us to break it up she watched us. &lt;br /&gt;Now originally she had stopped in because she was driving past and saw us but as we were talking to her one of the neighbors called the police and she called back over her scanner that she would handle it, basicly meaning that no other cops would show up...hehehe....anyway we tried to convince her to take the police cruiser for a burn but she didn't want to get in trouble so after much persuasion with no succession we gave up and settled for a flicker of the lights and a little bit of siren and got it on camera. Over all the police officer was rocking, keep being cool miss police lady. It was fun we must do it again some time</content>
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    <title>DEATH</title>
    <published>2003-05-16T03:23:25Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-16T03:23:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have a journal entry i want to post but my mood is too calm and relaxed to post it, but let this be a warning to the person it was about, IT IS ALREADY WRITTEN. CHANGING IT SLIGHTLY, TO FIT THE SITUATION YOU CAUSE AT THE MOMENT TO MAKE ME ANGRY, will not be very hard. IT IS GOING TO hurT YOU AND YOU WILL BURN FROM IT! So If you are someone right now who is causing someone else pain STOP because i will be very blunt if you continue.&lt;br /&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm saddened now because meghann had to leave just as it cleared up, i sat outside and laid in the grass watching the eclipse wishing meghann was still with me, it went from somewhat light outside to pitch black, it was crazy, i think i'll check it out more</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2003-05-11T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-12T01:21:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-12T01:21:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">love    ( P )  (luv)&lt;br /&gt;n. &lt;br /&gt;1)A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. &lt;br /&gt;2)A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)Sexual passion. &lt;br /&gt;b)Sexual intercourse. &lt;br /&gt;c)A love affair. &lt;br /&gt;3)An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object. &lt;br /&gt;4)A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment. &lt;br /&gt;5)An expression of one's affection: Send him my love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language. &lt;br /&gt;7)Meghann</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2003-05-11T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-11T04:50:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-11T04:52:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got me a live journal. I feel so loved and special. Tonight was fun and funny. Mr police man gave me a scare, and right when I said "you looked sexed up" I thought it was your dad that did that not your brother, how much trouble did he get in? (directed towards my chica)alright I think I shall think of shleeping...maybe with a shtick.&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;Stevo</content>
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    <title>istealnerds @ 2003-05-10T07:55:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-10T11:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-10T11:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">here's a livejournal for you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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