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  <title>Follow the white rabbit.</title>
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  <description>Yesterday I would have posted an entry if I didn&apos;t get home so late.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Matrix, the first one, and by the time it got done the phone started ringing. (Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho- it was my mom&apos;s old friend asking me if I could come over and babysit around six. I&apos;ve never babysat before, therefore I took the task. Wasn&apos;t very hard, I just watched television the whole time because the kid was basically glued to the screen until I had to put him to bed. The parents said they&apos;d be home around midnight but it ended up being around 3 AM. Eh whatever I still got paid like $80 + a wounded finger from some small vicious dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The Creeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here&apos;s the story about my creeper-&lt;br /&gt;Ever since last sunday, there has been a church member who&apos;s been staring at me and what not. He&apos;s oldish, probably around late 40s maybe? He has white hair, cat-looking face/eyes, his ring finger looks like it broken and healed in a crooked and freakish way. Anyway, so I didn&apos;t really notice him until when DJ wasn&apos;t able to come to church with his family. (I usually sit with them) I was playing guitar for the opening of the service then everyone got up to greet each other. Afterward, I sat in my spot next to DJ&apos;s dad, there was a gap next to me, at the end of the pew, where DJ usually sat. This man, Brad, sits there rather close to me and every once in a while he would cock his head towards me and stare then cock it right back as if he never looked at me. Good thing the service ends fast because of the new pastor and all. So I get up to get my guitar and he is lingering around STILL all eyes on me. I rush down to DJ&apos;s family and they ask me if he was creeping me out? I told them he was but I didn&apos;t make such a big deal about it. It only got creepier because he followed us to the parking lot and finally left once the car finally made its way at the end of the street.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now with today, DJ was with us this time. We make our way to the sanctuary and it turns out he&apos;s sitting there in DJ&apos;s family pew again. We all decided a new arrange of seating in the pew so I&apos;m &quot;safer.&quot; DJ&apos;s mom kicked him out of the pew &quot;politely&quot; so he sat right behind it. Blah, it&apos;s disturbing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 03:15:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>He wants to be an astropastor.</title>
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  <description>I woke up at 6:30 and went to cross country practice. I came back home and ate some cereal. I could eat cereal forever and a day. I&apos;m not sure why. My friend, Jess, and I decided to have a day of eating nothing but cereal if we had another day where we ate nothing but pizza. We haven&apos;t really started putting in the effort to actually complete this goal but with how our friendship is going who the hell even knows? I don&apos;t see her much anymore, I don&apos;t see much of anyone anymore. Anyway, after my eating of cereal, I tried to get some reading done but turns out I just fell asleep for maybe a hour or more. I wake up, my mom and I decide to go see Wall-E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to youth group. I was expecting something but I knew of course that there was no way it would happen. Joe had told me he was coming back down early today to do some errands but I didn&apos;t hear from him, so I was curious to know if he had tried to make it a surprise that he&apos;d be coming to youth group. Unfortunately, my surprise was rather a dud. He couldn&apos;t even come down since his parents had to reschedule or something, dunno. I sure miss him though. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:05:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>long time, no see</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Deleted old account, created new one hah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my summer is dead. Boring. boring. boring. boring.. Even from the beginning I knew it wouldn&apos;t last long. I really need to get on with my summer reading.&lt;br /&gt;Two thick packets and only 30% done my book as well as slacking on my running even when I&apos;m at practice or not.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey it&apos;s thursday, I get to go to the church and practice my guitar with the band. woo. I play with the praise band for church on sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday was only about creepers.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was only about watching Dead Like Me that only lasted two seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I&apos;m clueless so far.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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