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  <title>College Journal</title>
  <subtitle>ilia</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-01-25T10:39:55Z</updated>
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    <title>crap... maybe shouldn't have</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T10:39:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T10:39:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Savage Garden - Affirmation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">eeeeeh.... so i just spent the whole night readin over all of the entries in this journal... it was nice... heh, had a few nice flashbacks. too bad i didnt write more, like when i began goin out with somie and all that good stuff, and the fun i had lifeguarding in the summer, and what i do now in worldtone, but its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved to a new journal, bloopdiary.com for now, and will abandon this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday i ll return. until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a final note i ll just say that i m very content with my life and lots of fun things are happening, but i will regret this night tomorrow... oh well. it was worth it, i feel that way.</content>
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    <title>newgreenyou @ 2006-10-26T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T02:46:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T02:46:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kino - mesto dlya shaga vpered!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, totally forgot about this thing. well, i feel like i need to write things outt. i m overwhelmed this semester, like, i feel myself plummeting down... midterm grades are in and i fucked up 3 out of 4 tests.... i need to shape up now or i m seriously fucked. i m also sick and miss my best friend dima. infact, i miss all my friends. its like they dissapeared with my free time. =/ well, in any case, i like my life now. i m always doing something and never have free time to fuck around, like waste it, time, so when i do, i actually enjoy it. =P its like i have created a small little world of my own, and there is just no room in there, but its snug and comfy for me and a few people. i like it. everythin is fine now. prodcutivity is a source of happiness after all. wats his face, edison; he was write in his little book of common people, some shit he wrote wen colonies just started popping up. i dont know why i rememebr this. yea. alright later lil journal!</content>
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    <title>breaking news</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T03:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T03:09:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it has come to my attention that... i m an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give stuff away and forget who i gave it to, and this time in particular i gave an important sexual psychology book to someone, and i cant rememebr to who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i m making this note now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave one of my texas instruments calculators to konny so he could use it in union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am giving the second one to somie, so she could use it for calc in city tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed, ilia, september 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...</content>
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    <title>summer</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T21:34:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T21:34:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">right now i m working as a lifeguard in a pool in sheeshead bay, i am going out with a wonderful girl, and will work in commerce bank when fall comes around. interview wednesday. i need 3 references.</content>
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    <title>FUN!</title>
    <published>2006-07-09T19:17:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-09T19:17:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just came back from the beach, barely avoiding jjaill time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met with my friend, long long friend, maria, and we went to coney island to walk around the boardwalk. eventually we get to the pier and just kind of standing, looking down at the water, when she says i should jump becuse she has a camera with her and it would make great footage. i hesitate for a while, because i think i m gonna get in trouble. then i was wondering, why the fuck not, whats the worst that could happen? haha so i get my balls up in a hand and went to the edge, while maria took her respectful place where the angle was good. i talked to some guy for a while, to see if i should do it, this is our convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ey guy, wats up?&lt;br /&gt;=just eatin my sandwich&lt;br /&gt;-hey u think i ll get in trouble if i jump off?&lt;br /&gt;=yea, probably get a ticket&lt;br /&gt;-oh, ok.jump*&lt;br /&gt;=guy starts scrweaming "oooooooooo shieeet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i swam to the beach and got intercepted by the lifeguards, then the park police, and we went to look for my stuff and we of course didnt find it. they were gonna send me to jail but then figured its too much of a bother and let me go. =) now what else can i do today!?</content>
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    <title>summer</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T05:42:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T05:42:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kino - postoi, paravoz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hmm.. so i finished college, and just saw chronicles of narnia, which inspired me to actually make an effort and recover the long forgotten password for this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say that i am surprised that they chose the ugliest kids possible for a movie. is this like the "anti-albino-autism rase awareness" kind of audition they had there. jesus. so other than that the movie was cool. except they should have smoked some blunts, packed some for the road, and went into the closet. coming out of the closet was cool, its like they never went anywhere, and CON part 2 will be on a "sleepwalkers" motive, as the kids get pounded by the hungry professor who didnt have fresh kids meat in a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also made a super investment today: a bike. i bought it from a 70 or 80 something year old grandpa, who heard my add on the radio that i wanna buy a bike. nigga wanted 100 for it, but i was like nah bitch 60, and he didnt forget to mention the pimped out charges: a bambi bell attached to the steering wheel. of course, all arguments vanished and i raised it to 70. yep. good today, and tomorrow will be better!</content>
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    <title>no respect for self</title>
    <published>2006-05-06T03:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-06T03:50:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>splin - ves' etot bred</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today i saw something terrible: myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i cant start doing my paper assignments because i KNOW its not due yet and i 'have some time'. its tormenting! i just... i haven't been doing anything, really, college-homework related, for the past 2 months or so, which now results in complete lack of organization. i kinda want to die.</content>
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    <title>newgreenyou @ 2006-03-22T16:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T21:10:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T21:10:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>arctic monkeys - dunno</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ah. i m having an eventful day so far. first of all, i went to the gym, and that has made all the difference. i feel a lot better, spiritually, physically, and... time-spendingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get up at 7. go bnack to sleep till 7:12. was VERY surprised that i woke up so quick. i went to do my laundry, and made eggs and potatos for breakfast meanwhile. then dad gave me cool sunglasses. sat online a little and decided to make today the first day to waste some monmey on my credit card. yea. so i m just leaving, my sister calls me: 'hey wanna pic me up in 15 min? i m going to an interview"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m like ok, come over there, she takes half hour. then goes to mom's job. then to take a stupid passport picture (looks bad on it). then on the fucking traain. then i swipe her in and there... an hour wasted doing stupid bullshit. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to FYE and bought myself some crap, music mostly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the drive-in - like it&lt;br /&gt;thrice - augh! horrible, stupid shit&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys - noice!&lt;br /&gt;snow patrol - yet to listen&lt;br /&gt;violent femmes - know gonna like it, didnt open yet&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Midnight express - its a DVD, i dunno, i just felt like wasting money. total: $68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to gym and was giving myself no mercy, because i didnt go in a very long time. then i ran into ms. lengua. that was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back i got milk and thats about it so far.</content>
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    <title>newgreenyou @ 2006-03-21T00:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-21T05:35:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-21T05:35:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>splin - labirint</lj:music>
    <content type="html">college college.... i met a great new person. her name is jennifer nina, but i call her bambi. she is becoming a really good friend of mine + other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really enjoy my life. i got a new job in Audio/Video center in Hunter thanks to stan. have to give in paper work tomorrow. a nice paycheck for 723 cleared yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about buying new sheets for my bed. if anyone wants to make me feel special, my bed size is "full" and i d like it in purple; bright crazy purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... play keyboard a lot more now. ah. i dont feel like there is enough time, and with that, enough motivation, in the world. i need alternative ways to catch up with life... but, which!? no. not drugs. they dont accelerate. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to work. update in another month. really did forget about this site.</content>
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    <title>newgreenyou @ 2006-03-01T14:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-01T19:53:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-01T19:53:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>5'nizza - soldat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">whuachau! i got a new slick sick monitor! 19" flat LCD for... NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave best buy my old pussy ass 15" and it was then 399 so they said get watever i want thats NOW 399 and there it was this nice samsung 19"! i grabbed that shit and ran out. i also bought myself nice white Pumas in modells for only 1 reason. i forgot to get shoes when i originally went to best buy, and they wouldnt let me roll around on skates, so there. hmm, wat else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is midterm week and a lot of tests. a rave coming up friday. gonna have lots of wild freaky fun i suppose. i redid my whole room. bed by the window now, and bought a new computer table, actually mom got it for me, a late birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also dad got me an electronic keyboard as a late new year present. yea. life is kewl. i still dont have a girlfriend, but i m alright, i got someone in mind.</content>
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    <title>tv</title>
    <published>2006-02-18T03:28:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-18T03:28:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just watched 3 hours of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i found out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday i won a lottery ticket by calling jake and jackie. they said i m ELI, not ilia. bandejos.</content>
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    <title>jake and jackie</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T13:38:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-17T13:38:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>FreeFM - Lee Roth show</lj:music>
    <content type="html">some cool stuff happened yesterday. first of all, i cut sex psych to study for my precalc quiz, but when the moment of truth has come, i fucked up. i messed up that test and i knew the right answers after i gave it in. bleah. then i met this girl mikeyla. she was not like, my kind of person. bleah. i took her to check out the superbike, and she resisted, but when i got her to and on it, she seemed to be amused, although i dont believe that: she changes her mind depending on the facial reaction of whoever she is with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i left her and went back to wil, superbiked till 10:30 and it was alright! on the train back i saw Mr. Orlandi, howard's dad. that was cool. i told him all the new cool spanish curse words that i know. haha. we had a fun chat. then i got home, had a cup of tea and went in my room. i turned on freeFM and listened. they said their number and said that i can win something, i called, and actually won. haha! so thats 3 awesome things against 2 bad ones. no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just returned from the gym, and just so happened that as soon as i came inside the house it began to rain. lol. lucky! the new york air is horrible! it smells so disgusting and we must breathe it. its very nasty. i wish i could be in a van... no, on a bike, down by the river, with that dead comedian. no. nevermind. his corpse would smell by now. i want to be there with dima and some spices. yea. so i m gonna go pick up the tickets today, hope i win something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, shower and breakfast. bah.</content>
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    <title>odd</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T05:46:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T05:46:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today is the day of all conclusions, ranging from dima's odd state of mind that i cannot penetrate, despite his conviction of no important occurences, to taking a shit, while readin, while having my feet soaked in a nice tub of hot water. just an intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, friday i go to "jack's party". i didnt like it. a lot of people i didnt know, just a few from a rainbow room. great waste of time, only maybe except for the fact that i got introduced to munkey, or kevin, the kid in my anthropology class who i, for some reason, have been studying during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of sleeping over there, i had to get out by 2am, as everyone did. at 7am i had to be at work. i hAd nowhere to sleep, so i went to hunter college and slept next to a security guard on a chair, for 3 hours. it probably came down to 1 hour, it was horribly uncomfortable. horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a busy day at work saturday shift, after which i got offered to stay in the hotel for the night and go to work on sunday 5 floors down from my pretty fabulous 607A room. i took the offer. upon completing the saturday shift i went to HnM to buy some clean boxers, soxs, and a shirt. then i went to yana's barn and nobl in union square and waited for her till 7. she bought me some crazy good coffee and i went back to the hotel, helped in the kitchen from 8 to nine, got a burger, and went to watch terminator 2 in my room. at 11 i passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in a hotel room is great fun. i took a shower, stole all the soap, played with the heating system, pissed in the garbage bin, spat on all towels. just for fun. i make the best of my environment. i tried masturbating, but i fell asleep in the process. also i enjoyed lying down in the shower for 1 hour, with water on, hoping to make them run out of it. bastards had just enough. what else did i do... i was walking around completly naked the whole time. pillows are very uncomfortable, but everything else is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday shift was busy too. worse than saturday. 17 orders or something. i must have made some 150, maybe 200 bucks. crazy. left work by 7. there were small things that made me laugh, but i cant rememebr them because i am drunk at my mother's house. sleeping over. she likes it. she gets me drunk with wine, white, which i appreciate, everytime i come over and thinks that she has got me. she has. its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i came home, had some scotch with my dad, and went to kropsey to play with konny in the snow. that was very fun and brought some diversity to my life. i tried inviting dima, but he refused on account of tiredness. after i visited him, and made him understand how i felt about his annoyance reaction, he called me with an intent to straighten things out even thou he didnt care very much. i like him. he has some machine built into him. a rational machine of expected escapes for any of life's misunderstandings. maybe one day, when i m rich and have nothing better to do, i will search for a way to put him in a situation with no way out. kind of like in 'old boy'. dima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came back from te park my feet were cold. i had to take a shit. i took a book, a small umm, fucking english: like a container and i put water in it, hot, and put my feet in it, near the toilet. a book. put my feet in the water, eyes in the book, ass in the seat. 15 minutes of pleasure. medatations doesnt come close. then i made tea for dad and self, and went to mom's house. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of the past few days, they are of no importance. work, sleep, masturbate. eat.</content>
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    <title>new frontiers</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T04:49:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T09:33:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i masturbated in the elevator today. that was a nice addicition to the debaucherous acts that i commit at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i delivered someone coffee today, they gave me 750ml bottle of Black Label as tip. thanks guy. it was some hung over spanish speaking guy in his boxers, shitfaced, and unshaved belly button. black hair. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is reduced to reading, sleeping, classes, thought, and work. its not so bad, because i let books rescue me. i finished the fountainhead. very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, nothing is going on really. classes started, i m meeting new people, enjoying the newly forming social circles. more victims. getting them prepared for my psycho tricks. i cant identify them, but somehow they occur, and they amuse me. sometimes people get hurt, and then i try to feel bad, but... it doesnt happen. atleast it makes me think, think of possibilities; i go through numerous outcomes, and play around with them based on consequences. its fun, to control this, in my mind, the assumed situations. no details must be ommited, consistancy is the number 1 priorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night</content>
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    <title>revived self</title>
    <published>2006-01-25T18:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-25T18:46:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DJ I F U - somebody mentioned electrotrash?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">beah, no update in a while, and a lot has happened. i dont feel the urge to talk about anything in particular, just have been working a lot the past 2 weeks, and this week i m relaxing and hanging out with old friends. i got rid of warcraft, for the second time, and instead joined myspace, but it seems harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle from moscow, rustem, came and i went to meet him yesterday in century 21. then w went to some crazy, considered the best, italian restaurant, somehwre on second and 66th, i forgot the name but it started with an M. i forgot because i got drunk. the wine, white, that they served was excelent. the food was great too, for me atleast. rustem said that he has been "spoiled by life" and little brings him extreme pleasure because it seems to him that he has tried it all. hmm, i enjoyed it. i think i will be his protégé. far too many things that have occured in his life, i m involuntary repeating. it happens without my conscious consent. it just happens. and... i cant even explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father flipped out on me yesterday. he really did shock me. it insulted him that i switched to the second line while speaking to him and told him that i will call him back. he was vigorously proclaiming that he places me above all when it comes to life, and "how dare i switch to talk to someone else when speaking to him". fucking retard. i dont fucking know whats wrong with him, but a theory that makes the most sense is that something happened to him, and he is letting it out on me. funny thing, that night when he came home, he acted as if nothing happened. oh, maybe he is just an emotional idiot and nothing really did happen. sensual fool, ah, i ll punish him for his indiscretion: i will make him feel as lonely as possible, for the time being. no fucking breakfasts, no fucking talks, no fucking nothing. why stoop down to his level of emotional outbursts, when i can cause him pain by enforcing self-guilt. yea. suffer internally. oh i m so cruel. he is my father. he deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my train of thought because dima came over, and before that dad came in my room. dima saved me. now he is eating my food. yea. later.</content>
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    <title>delight</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T03:51:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T03:51:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a most delightful day full of change and... vain pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i will confess: i smoked. about 5 ciggarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ve been reading the picture of dorian gray, and am fascinated by it. i will finish it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a walk in central park, sunbathed on a roof of hunter college, worked a double shift in my hotel, one with howard, and... enjoyed my youth. i will pick up piano lessons soon. i am very eager to start.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:13264</id>
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    <title>achievements</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T03:20:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T03:20:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>last rites  - chunks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i finished brothers karamazov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched revolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shaved my annoying pubic hair. facial too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read 2 psychology chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out how to share things through a network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a 6 page letter to russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw out garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted my time significantly less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i washed dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started reading oscar wilde's the picture of Dorian gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my shoes at konny's.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:12931</id>
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    <title>i m getting good at quiting things</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T22:25:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T06:50:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>zemfira - webgirl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yea, i just remembered... i quit smoking, again and for the last time. its true, because i promised vikki. we went to sex museum on the 28th, which was the day of my last cigg. now its 5th! no ciggs, and even no craving. yep. thats it. and i had a test too! a party! everyone was smoking, but not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stabbed my foot on a glass shard under my table. the shot glasses that i hid there... broke. blood all over my subwoofer. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2743223119833180592&amp;q=sexy"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2743223119833180592&amp;q=sexy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:12672</id>
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    <title>thank you, internet</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T20:22:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T20:22:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have found my cure for warcraft longing: amazon.com negative reviews. thats all. i m done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh* come on dostoyevsky, where did we leave of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flops down on the futon*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:12426</id>
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    <title>victory!</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T16:40:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T16:40:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>violent femmes - i danced</lj:music>
    <content type="html">after a two day epic battle of desire and reason one victor arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more warcraft. i have uninstalled it last night at 5 am. i cannot have it. it has completly destroyed the last 2 days of my life. clicking, clicking, clicking. shit. of course its fun. but not now. i cant handle it now. summer. summer i ll get it, unless of course, if Oblivion, that i will get in february. wont put a veil of shadow on all other games. yes. now, back to my normal life, away from Kalimdor and such. taking a zeppelin... first thing i ll do, is take a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been consciously not going to the bathroom nor kitchen! this game is sick!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:11977</id>
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    <title>confessions of a troubled mind</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T05:39:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T05:39:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>leonard cohen - so long, marianne</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hello again. oh... life... life. a wonderful experience, the only. unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still unable to forget allie. she roams my mind... like a ruthless queen, full of power, manipulation, and unquestionable authority. any little attention from her will send me flying. ah, my feelings for her are strong, but i understand that she wants nothing to do with me. at least for now. i must let time decide our fate. and as a cure, i must take up the cup of friendship, books, and alcohol. drown my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the last day with sarah. it was a great experience. i slept over her house, and we watched the shining, but i fell asleep. around 12 we woke up and decided to go see some documentary, but i was not playing where we came, and we watched the ringer instead, which is not worth watching. a bad stupid movie. although, cruelly entertaining: i was always curious as to what real retards look and behave like. i spent some time with them in my catholic high school, but always was left craving for more down syndrome action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some breakfast, and she ate her first corn dog with the help of my wallet. we snuck the foot into the theater in her "vote for pedro" bah. it was fun, and we were most unconspicuous. after the movie we made way to her house, or rather to the lamp store. she had to pick something up for her mother. she took a shower, while i had a sudden urge to clean up her room, which i did. i was going to go home after the movie, but she clearly enjoyed my company, so i stayed. it was a good decision. i enjoyed it very much myself. i will even quote what i said: "a dip into an alternative reality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, around 5, her mother arrived, and we were sent out on yet another trivial errand, during which sarah obtained a burger for 7.86. i had some of that too. nicely cooked! her mother left, and i was about to as well, but yet again she insisted that i stay. we watched the "bowling for columbine" documentary. i must say i liked it. canadians do not lock their doors! they are not afraid! it is extraordinary, the society that we grow up in! THE MEDIA! the fear that we experience as we walk the one AM streets! why!? THE MEDIA! how loathsome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep. i fell drunk asleep with my contemplations... eventually i woke up and we had some bread and hummus. soon, quite unexpectedly, irina arrived. i like that girl. i gave her massage, for about 15 minutes, which she profoundly enjoyed. i gave sarah some too. about 3 times this same day. around 10:30 i left. now, in 4 hours, i must wake up for work. sigh* tomorrow i will go to buy my father shoes as his new year's present, as well as to ben's party at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past 6 days i have spent around 125 dollars on misc. things, like sushi, alcohol, and other food. also, around 80 on the internet. i dont regret it. money is their to spend. i do not spend it often. this calculation i made at sarah's house is due to an increase of spending, that i noticed by chance. i must have around 800 in my bank now, and 230 in cash home! my god i am rich! how did i acquire such money! oh this is wonderful! haha i m so happy! i give no attention to this small amount of a thousand thou. i would be the same with it, or without. i admit, it is a commodity to have such a sum, but overall is irrelevant, for it will vanish fast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will give 300 to my father.&lt;br /&gt;i will buy him shoes (150?)&lt;br /&gt;i will pay my hunter bill of 280.&lt;br /&gt;i will buy more presents for those who i care about, for i have not quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents. the whole idea of them. sure it feels nice to recieve, and even to give. but... why!? i have money, so i do it. for my sister atleast. those who do not, or even do... if the relationship is strong... why give it? if one does not need anything, why give it? an example, my best friend, dima rakhamimov. both of our birthdays have passed, and comically, we gave nothing to each other. why? we didnt need anything! we had each other. i love dima, my best friend. he is always there for me. ah... i wish i could love everyone... but i am human... oh allie...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:11773</id>
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    <title>Nutter Butter!</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T09:16:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T15:52:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>zemfira - progulka</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I dont know, i was just about to go to bed, but then i went into the kitchen for a middle of the night snack&lt;br /&gt;(i ate some cookies) and i spotted these on the table, again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/iyjt38.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, thats right. my dad keeps bringing them from work, and every time i see them, i cant stop laughing! nor can i stop eating them... i had to share. look how fat i got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/iyjt40.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who will attemt to spot my sarcasm, and point out to me that they, out of all the people, have realized my joke by saying something along the lines of "you are not fat! i wish i  had that!", i just want to tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;good job&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up:&lt;br /&gt;first, i have to say that i went to bed around 4 and was planning on waking up by 8:30, but got up 2 hours after that, and to my surprise, had 11 missed calls and 1 boner. in my dream i was going to the army, and i called howard to sit into which division he went so i could finally see the bastard die, but he said he broke his leg and they excused him. i said fuck you and signed up with the russians. i dont know how that happened, but there was a russian division. they gave me a hummer! then i was on a helicopter with an m249 SAW!&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/iynepi.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was with that thing, lying down on my stomach in a helicopter, as it was rotating around a tower of evil enemies, and i was shoooooting them and they werent dying so i jumped off by pressing E and then 9 in my mind, opened my parachute, and crawled up the towel, unsuspectedly. i shot them all in their stomachs and backs, they didnt see it coming. yea. i think i had more dreams, but i cant recolect them.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:11498</id>
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    <title>private party = success</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T08:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T08:30:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm, lets talk about today then. I woke up at 8:10. panic has paralyzed me as i realized that my window is OPEN and its a wednesday: MEXICAN GRASS CUTTERS. sweating, with my eyes bulging out, i jumped up and slammed the baby down. however, all my stress was futile; katie called me 20 minutes later, at 8:37 and i had to get up to meet her. so i did, near Bishop Kearney. it was a bitch ass walk, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to Bay P. and i got myself 2 donuts and a HAZELNUT MILK NO SUGAR. Then, we rented "the island". it was a good movie, i liked it. and i know i m not skilled, as dima is, at giving movie reviews, so i ll just say that it was good and i liked it. although, the woman, she looked like a dumb russian blonde. i didnt like that. especially the scenes where her forehead frowning signified some sort of exceptional logical clone mental process aka thinking. those scenes frustrated me. she was playing it good though, the role... of thinking. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got dressed because i d have to leave with my father's friend on his car at 3:30. i walked katie to her job and something happened. then i ran back to my neightborhood, picked up my shirt from the laundromat and was only late by 5 minutes. i fell asleep in the car. they were pissing me off, talking about MTA. Oh, me falling asleep was only possible due to my handy MuVo. I realized its worth and decided to get my sister an MP3 for new years, instead of telling her that she doesnt need one. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got to that ms. fuhrman's party and it was an easy 4.5 hour job, for which i got paid $100 cash + free food + some flirting with her spanish speaking exceptionally good looking nany/dishwasher/cleaner/slave women. there were two. they liked me because i spoke some spanish. then i came to brooklyn, with my dad's friend again, and indulged in some Battlefield!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need transportation over here!"&lt;br /&gt;"Enemy infantry spotted!"&lt;br /&gt;"Roger that"&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of there its gonna blow!" C7 C7 C7 O_O (inside joke, 1 person will get it)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newgreenyou:11227</id>
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    <title>a date with myself</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T04:25:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T08:17:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got sick of the MTA and the fact that i couldnt go anywhere with any girl (or dima). I got so frustrated that i decided to take myself out, and flirt with myself too. here is how it all went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first i took out the potatoes and cut off that nasty stuff, there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6791.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooked them for a while and added salt (maybe too much):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6792.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6799.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6801.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6802.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during that, i had to prepare some other stuff, and with my spare time, did some dancing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6795.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6803.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6804.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6805.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i said to myself "back to work, ilia!" and sniffed some salary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6817.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6820.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, the clock hit 9:22:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6824.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was preparing, i would take pictures of the plate, so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6789.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6816.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6827.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6828.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6832.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6833.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTIMATE RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 good picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6835.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a full stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b168/iunfetteredi/dinner%20alone/IMGP6841.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the preparation i listened to Violent Femmes, they kept me going, but during the eating part, classical music.</content>
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    <title>things to do</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T19:14:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T09:55:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>muse - stockholm syndrome</lj:music>
    <content type="html">apparently, too much shit has piled up for me to keep in my head, so i will transfer it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals are moved now, till jan 10th, so i have a lot more free time and less stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;-would have the test, now is 2, i will study and then go to gym, maybe hang out with dima in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;-was going to spend time with sveta, ice skating, after her test, but if that is moved for her as well, we are obviously not going to meet&lt;br /&gt;-supposedly working for Dorian Fuhrman, but if the strike continues i cant get to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;-free in the morning&lt;br /&gt;-work 5-9 (also ? due to strike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;-work 7-3 (?)&lt;br /&gt;-hang out with Duane, lena, and someone else. i think we will go play pool.&lt;br /&gt;-if they cancel, i will hang out with russell. alcohol and food and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;-work 7-3 (should be over by then)&lt;br /&gt;-free, unless will spend the evening with russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;-work 7-12&lt;br /&gt;-go to queens to see George and Luda because its christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Yet undecided when and how to spend time with these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tanya from Ukrane. I probably wont meet her at all. was supposed to today, but the strike...&lt;br /&gt;-Dima and Howard king kong movie with some baking&lt;br /&gt;-Anastasia. should call me next week or something&lt;br /&gt;-Diana. Seems to be busy a lot, but i ll find a way soon enough&lt;br /&gt;-Anna from CA. supposed to hang out, but i dont know when. she is leaving soon. should call me.&lt;br /&gt;-Regina.&lt;br /&gt;-Katya ave M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me, for now, with time for studying and reading Karamazovs on:&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday-&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday-&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;the whole next week. hmm. i shouldnt study all those days, nor will i. so i need to take up that time with people, which wouldnt be a problem, if the strike didnt occur! ah, i dont care really.</content>
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