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		<title>Here&#8217;s Hoping&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m in my new place at my new school.  So far it&#8217;s been wonderful and exciting.  I was very nervous beforehand, and there were people that I was sad about leaving, but when I got here, that all changed.  It was really like magic.  Something in my brain snapped and I stopped being nervous and sad.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=146&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/08/12/heres-hoping/</link>
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		<title>My Index</title>
		<description><![CDATA[days left of work: 16
days left living here: 23
the hour of the day I will pick up the moving truck: 10
gallons of gas the moving truck holds: 33
miles I have put on my car this year: 12,000
hours it takes to drive to new school: 15
address of new apartment: 129
roommates I will have: 0
day of August [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=142&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Reasons Why I Hate Holidays</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m spending  a lot of energy trying to block from my mind that I will be alone tomorrow. 
Let&#8217;s recap the last five July 4ths:
2004:  Ok, I spent that one in France.  NM.
2005: Don&#8217;t even remember, that&#8217;s how sucky it was.  I was probably working at the country club, watching rich people pretend to be happy.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=140&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/07/03/reasons-why-i-hate-holidays/</link>
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		<title>The Old Familiar Problems, Just More&#8230;Absurd.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I just really don&#8217;t know what to do with guys sometimes.  They&#8217;re kind of retarded.  If you don&#8217;t count that whole staying-home-with-the-kids thing, The Lawyer was really the only one I&#8217;ve been with who wasn&#8217;t completely clueless about life.  Long story (actually following) short, The Jerk is back and he&#8217;s writing me letters!  I mean, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=133&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/06/09/the-old-familiar-problems-just-more-absurd/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Not Sorry There&#8217;s Nothing to Save</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A lot of things seem surreal right now.  Grad school, a certain four months of my life, and just, well, life.
I remember having a moment when I was five years old when I felt like I was outside of my body.  It wasn&#8217;t like I was floating above my body looking down or anything weird [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=126&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/05/03/126/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s Incredible What a Little Money and a Plan Can Do for Your Peace of Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been doing a lot better lately.  Several things have happened to make this possible:  I&#8217;m working full weeks now, which means more money, and I&#8217;m going to grad school for sure.  I made my decision as to where that would be on Tuesday, and I haven&#8217;t felt that happy in a very, very long [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=117&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/04/18/its-incredible-what-a-little-money-and-a-plan-can-do-for-your-peace-of-mind/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Not Sure Why I Feel This Way</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I just got back from visiting one of the two schools that has accepted me so far.  I really didn&#8217;t want to come back.  I wanted to stay with my dad and his partner because I like them and I feel comfortable in their house.  In some ways I wish I had decided to stay [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=103&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/03/05/im-not-sure-why-i-feel-this-way/</link>
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		<title>Protected: Well i said I know it well, that secret that you know that you don&#8217;t know how to tell.  It fucks with your honor and it teases your head.</title>
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		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/well-i-said-i-know-it-well-that-secret-that-you-know-that-you-dont-know-how-to-tell-it-fucks-with-your-honor-and-it-teases-your-head/</link>
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		<title>I Need to Purge my Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are times, honestly, when I feel like my life is going to go down in a dramatic, flaming mass.  There are other times when I feel like my life will just go down quietly except for the people on the side clicking their tongues at me saying that I didn&#8217;t try hard enough.  There [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=98&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/01/19/i-need-to-purge-my-mind/</link>
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		<title>All I Can Say is&#8230;. What the Fuck?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I finally got around to calling my mom and asking her if she was truly engaged.
Yup.
And remember when I was trying to figure out why my mom hadn&#8217;t told me that she was engaged?  The Answer is mostly B.  She was pissed no one noticed.  At least that was her first answer.  Then she said [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com&blog=3072688&post=96&subd=hopelessrecluse&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2009/01/18/all-i-can-say-is-what-the-fuck/</link>
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