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  <title>Emotional Masturbation</title>
  <subtitle>i have no one to blame but me</subtitle>
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    <email>musykchyk@aol.com</email>
    <name>you don't know me yet</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-17T19:59:43Z</updated>
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    <title>show at the Middle East DOWNSTAIRS</title>
    <published>2009-12-17T19:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-17T19:59:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ARmy of BRoken TOys are playing their first show at the Middle East DOWNSTAIRS tomorrow (fri) night. 

It's a big big deal!
Come see meeeeee!!!!

Details at:
&lt;a href="http://www.musykchyk.blogspot.com"&gt;www.musykchyk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>measa: piece of sheet music</title>
    <published>2009-12-17T03:03:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-17T03:03:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i finally realized what i was dressed as yesterday...

&lt;a href="http://www.musykchyk.blogspot.com"&gt;www.musykchyk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:musykchyk:15520</id>
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    <title>measa: cigarette ad</title>
    <published>2009-12-14T18:36:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-14T18:36:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday i dressed as a 19th century french cigarette ad.&lt;a href="http://www.musykchyk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.musykchyk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reposting my blog entries here is giving me a reason to keep up with all of my friend's lj posts. &lt;br /&gt;good deal</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:musykchyk:15349</id>
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    <title>day job/night job</title>
    <published>2009-12-11T16:45:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-11T16:47:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">see rachel.&lt;br /&gt;see rachel rock out.&lt;br /&gt;see rachel conduct a highschool orchestra.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musykchyk.blogspot.com"&gt;www.musykchyk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>measa wallet</title>
    <published>2009-12-09T23:15:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-09T23:15:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i am dressed as my wallet&lt;br /&gt;check it out at &lt;a href="http://musykchyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/measa-wallet.html"&gt;musykchyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/measa-wallet.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>musykchyk @ 2009-11-10T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-10T22:46:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-10T22:46:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at &lt;a href="http://www.musykchyk.blogspot.com"&gt;www.musykchyk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>My senior Recital</title>
    <published>2009-04-22T15:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-22T15:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...this is it...my senior recital is this weekend. If you can come, it would be awesome. if you cant...i understand...but it is my big final last thing...and a good opportunity to listen to me play for about an hour. the program is kind of ridiculous...not your typical conservatory recital. it should be fun. it should be epic. and you should be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works by: Bach  Hindemith  Martinu  Stoyanova  Piazzola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's senior recital&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, April 26&lt;br /&gt;8pm&lt;br /&gt;Concert room (1st floor)&lt;br /&gt;The Boston Conservatory&lt;br /&gt;8 the fenway&lt;br /&gt;boston ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's free and doesn't require tickets. you just walk right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning on coming, do your self a favor and get there using public transit. There is a redsox/yankees game that night and parking will be a bitch.</content>
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    <title>musykchyk @ 2009-04-02T09:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-02T13:51:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-02T13:51:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">who wants to explain to me how to upload photos so i can make a post with my senior recital flyer in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...i did spell flyer with a y. it looks cooler like that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:musykchyk:13825</id>
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    <title>to tired to be elegant</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T03:10:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T03:10:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'll be in the dc area from monday the 22nd to sunday the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been over a year since ive had more than 2 days in town.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all, and boston is beginning to grate on me.&lt;br /&gt;my phone number is on the book of face.&lt;br /&gt;send me a text or leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;chances are...i want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's been a while, &lt;br /&gt;or even if it hasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. my senior recital is sunday april 26, 2009. 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;The Boston Conservatory, Concert room. 8 the Fenway, Boston, MA&lt;br /&gt;mark your fucking calendars.&lt;br /&gt;actually.&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously, i really want you to come.&lt;br /&gt;it's really fucking important.&lt;br /&gt;dont say i didnt warn you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:musykchyk:13686</id>
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    <title>My first recital ever</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T16:39:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T16:45:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm giving my first viola recital ever this saturday. As opposed to concerts, where i play with a large group of people, the recital is an hour and a half of just me, and sometimes a pianist. This is probably the most important "concert" i'll ever play. It's the first time i've had to play viola in front of people for more than 5 minutes by myself so it would be great to have some familiar faces in the crowd. I know boston is kind of far...but if you happen to be in the area, it would be great to see you there. Obviously, my couch is available for crashing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's viola Recital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;8pm&lt;br /&gt;Concert Room (through the main doors and straight back)&lt;br /&gt;The Boston Conservatory&lt;br /&gt;8 the Fenway&lt;br /&gt;Boston MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt get the flier image to load but it's on my &lt;a href="http://musykchyk.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant art page&lt;/a&gt; if you want to check it out</content>
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    <title>I'M ACTUALLY COMMING!</title>
    <published>2007-08-22T19:01:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-22T19:01:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK, so i'll be in town from monday the 27th until atleast saturday the 1st. I havent decided whether i'm going to stay through laborday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways...i guess i should actually start planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couches, couches?&lt;br /&gt;and does anyone want to hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call or text me if you're interested (i'll respond faster)&lt;br /&gt; see you soon guys!</content>
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    <title>musykchyk @ 2007-08-08T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-09T02:25:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-09T02:34:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sooooo...i'm still going to come down...but quite as soon as i had originally planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grad school classes end tomorrow and i'm thinking it would be a lot healthier to just sit on my ass for a week or two and unwind (i've spent the last 7 weeks in class for up to 12 hours a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people that know me well know that i hardly ever stop moving...so this is me going out of my way to attempt to slow down a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to seeing people either the week of the 19th or the 26th (hopefully the couch availability will be plentiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i still get to hang out with people before they run off to school again for the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at my &lt;a href="http://www.musykchyk.deviantART.com"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt; account =)&lt;br /&gt;i've added some stuff since i've hassled the lj community about taking a look, including a few pics from new orleans (some of the less "artish" pics are on facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you think =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as long as we're talking about websites...if you ever wondered what music i listen to&lt;br /&gt;check out my &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/Musykchyk"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt; page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...yes pat...we're still on for brunch =)</content>
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    <title>Next week</title>
    <published>2007-08-07T12:45:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-07T13:13:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Modest Mouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey....just curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i come down to MD for the week of the 12th...would anyone be willing to lend me a couch to stay on...if a couple people can host me then i wont have to bother one person for an entire week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...is anyone around next week that wants to hang out?</content>
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    <title>Still Frantically searching for couches to crash on</title>
    <published>2007-05-11T15:09:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-11T15:09:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...but first...lets bring everyone up to speed on what i've done all year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just finished my first year at Boston Conservatory (it should technically be my junior year but things are weird since i'm a transfer student) First semester i got a 3.55 and it should be higher this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got accepted to the Boston Conservatory Grad program for Music Education. (which overlaps w/undergrad so I'm starting classes this summer). It's kind of a big deal, the program only accepts like 10 people a year. I got a ton of scholarship including a special one for being the most outstanding applicant from within the conservatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've improved an unbelievable amount this year, i've spent more time playing this year than the last several put together (those of you who know how much i was playing before will understand how much that is) at least 4 hours a day...usually closer to 6 or 8. I guess that means it's worth the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still play with a few other groups. I'm actually coming down in may for a concert with Soulful Symphony (&lt;a href="http://www.baltimoresymphony.org/soulfulsymphony/aboutpartnership.asp"&gt;http://www.baltimoresymphony.org/soulfulsymphony/aboutpartnership.asp&lt;/a&gt;) on the 18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-brendan and i have been together for almost 2 years (since mid july '05) and have been living together since last august. It's weird...we make really great roommates and everyone seems to be amazed that we only spend $25 a week on groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm still a shitty friend...i've done a super crappy job of staying in touch with people in maryland, it's slightly better thanks to facebook but still...I'm looking forward to actually having time to hang out with people when i come down (in a week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically (this is the big stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so brendan and i bike a lot...i bike to school and everywhere else because it's cheaper and easier and usually faster than the bus or the T(subway)...about a month ago we decided that we were going to bike the entire boston marathon. So we took the commuter rail train out to the starting line and biked all the way back to boston. That means my chubby ass biked all 26.2 miles =) if you had told me that i would have done that a year ago i would have just laughed at you, guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i got my nose pierced, right nostril =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i got some work done on the tattoo on my back, so there is a tree around the words (vita brevis, ars longa) there are pictures on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-last july i started to dreadlock my hair...so after a year of looking like various degrees of shit (even though i've loved it the whole time)...it now actually looks like i have short locs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-since last august i've lost about 30lbs. don't get too excited...i still look pretty much the same. i weigh about as much as i did when i graduated from high school (damnit why didn't somebody tell me i had gotten so fat!?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body must be some sort of magical because I'm still the same dress size that i was before i lost the weight....it's a little frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's basically it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...summer plans&lt;br /&gt;(audience participation required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 17-31&lt;br /&gt;wandering aimlessly around maryland trying to catch up with all of the friends i haven't seen. i don't have a place to stay (i know melissa volunteered her couch for a couple of night and za did too...but i still don't think that's enough for two weeks worth of shelter...i really don't want to be a burden on anyone so i was hoping to be able to spread my stay out over lots of people which will let me spend actual time with people instead of meeting them for coffee). i think I'm staying with Brendan's brother for the first few days but after that I'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleas pleas pleas please please if you want to hang out for a night or two let me know if i can crash at your place =) or if you don't feel like lending your couch but still want to hang out, let me know...i still want to see you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june 1-8&lt;br /&gt;hanging out in virginia with eric and katie and everyone else (I'm really bummed that brendan cant come, his job wont let him have that much time off). I'm still coming but was hoping for a ride down with someone (I'm still a little wary about driving long distances by myself...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june 9-19ish&lt;br /&gt;road trip to new orleans with melissa..details are crazy fuzzy but we're definitely going =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june 24-aug 10ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer grad classes from 7am to 7pm five days a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then school starts at some point in september. i think melissa mentioned that she might come up with ben at some point which would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn that was a long entry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone, I'm glad I'm coming home</content>
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    <title>musykchyk.deviantART.com</title>
    <published>2007-02-02T01:46:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-02T01:46:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mos def</lj:music>
    <content type="html">after years of procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally made myself a deviantART page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please go and let me know what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musykchyk.deviantART.com"&gt;http://www.musykchyk.deviantART.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>the sky is purple and i cannot see the moon</title>
    <published>2006-11-13T05:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-13T05:19:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think im going to cry&lt;br /&gt;or throw up&lt;br /&gt;im not sure which quite yet&lt;br /&gt;i am quite sure  that&lt;br /&gt;my heart is going far too fast &lt;br /&gt;for 1151PM on a sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the city feel colder when you cant see the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bigger&lt;br /&gt;and farther&lt;br /&gt;and darker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of this darker&lt;br /&gt;farther&lt;br /&gt;bigger&lt;br /&gt;and fucking cold city&lt;br /&gt;at MA1211&lt;br /&gt;not quite sure&lt;br /&gt;whether to throw up&lt;br /&gt;or cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yet</content>
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    <title>its like being horney but not really at all</title>
    <published>2006-10-19T16:38:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-19T16:38:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pod on random</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey...look what i found...&lt;br /&gt;::blows digital dust off of livejournal::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;well...here i am&lt;br /&gt;here i am in boston...&lt;br /&gt;at school&lt;br /&gt;doing what i wanted...right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;i miss my life&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know...it doesnt mean much comming from the worlds shittiest friend...who never picks up her phone and never returns messages or e-mails and who never shows up an who always seems to have too much other crap going on to spend time with you or even make it seem like she cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she does&lt;br /&gt;and she always did&lt;br /&gt;and she misses all of you&lt;br /&gt;like burning&lt;br /&gt;well...not really like burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like you miss sex&lt;br /&gt;you're alright without it as long as you're preoccupied &lt;br /&gt;not thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;but then you remember what it was like&lt;br /&gt;and now you cant stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;before you had it you didnt know what you were missing&lt;br /&gt;then you have it all the time and you take it for granted&lt;br /&gt;and then its gone&lt;br /&gt;and you're alone&lt;br /&gt;and you miss it&lt;br /&gt;lie burning...&lt;br /&gt;but not really like burning&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i woke up at 7&lt;br /&gt;8-9am-music history&lt;br /&gt;9-12:30- practice&lt;br /&gt;12:30-3- went to visit brendan at work&lt;br /&gt;3-4- orchestral conducting&lt;br /&gt;4-6-practice&lt;br /&gt;6-7 viola lesson&lt;br /&gt;7-8 practice&lt;br /&gt;8-9 chamber music (im in a guitar trio: violin, viola, guitar)&lt;br /&gt;9-11 Viola master class (its like watching other people have viola lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats 6 1/2 hours of practicing&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours of playing viola&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of music related class&lt;br /&gt;and 2 hours of concentrating really hard on other people playing viola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is what i wanted...isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my fucking life back&lt;br /&gt;and yeah...im doing alright in boston...&lt;br /&gt;and i know this is where i need to be&lt;br /&gt;and i know how hard i worked to get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still want it back.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE BACK THE WEEKEND OF NOVEMBER 20&lt;br /&gt;FIND ME&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ANSWER</content>
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    <title>musykchyk @ 2006-03-27T23:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-28T04:53:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-28T04:53:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got in.&lt;br /&gt;i got in&lt;br /&gt;i got in&lt;br /&gt;i got in&lt;br /&gt;i got in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im moving to boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im attending boston conservatory in the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its beginning to feel like easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;::read--&lt;/b&gt;april 2004&lt;b&gt;--daer::&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:musykchyk:11074</id>
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    <title>purge</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T16:25:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T16:25:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bob dylan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i hate&lt;br /&gt;i hate drama&lt;br /&gt;i hate tension&lt;br /&gt;but i guess without it there is never release&lt;br /&gt;and everyone knows that if its true in music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate&lt;br /&gt;overstated&lt;br /&gt;i dislike&lt;br /&gt;underrated&lt;br /&gt;i acquire that feeling &lt;br /&gt;in my in my in my&lt;br /&gt;every time i time i time i &lt;br /&gt;deal with this shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it out on your own goddamn problems&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to involve me&lt;br /&gt;im not here to fix your life&lt;br /&gt;although i could be if you asked me to be&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it&lt;br /&gt;i could be anything you asked me to be&lt;br /&gt;if you even knew what to ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maybe you should ask your brother&lt;br /&gt;unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;malicious&lt;br /&gt;delete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you overreact to everything&lt;br /&gt;god i hate&lt;br /&gt;overstated&lt;br /&gt;i dislike&lt;br /&gt;underrated&lt;br /&gt;well i guess as long as you are aware&lt;br /&gt;are you aware?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;i just wish there was&lt;br /&gt;a way&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;that drama&lt;br /&gt;seeping up&lt;br /&gt;creeping up&lt;br /&gt;the back of my throat&lt;br /&gt;like 151&lt;br /&gt;~~my favorite time of day~~&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;you know you have nothing to complain about&lt;br /&gt;you drink it because it burns&lt;br /&gt;you love it because it hurts&lt;br /&gt;at least to hurt is to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i feel&lt;br /&gt;is the sour taste left in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;it say spit it out&lt;br /&gt;go try something else&lt;br /&gt;youve got a whole shelf of others&lt;br /&gt;without the burn&lt;br /&gt;without the burden&lt;br /&gt;without the drama&lt;br /&gt;stop playing with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the push-it-away syndrome&lt;br /&gt;its the purge purge disease&lt;br /&gt;im a fucking emotional bulimic&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling kind of full</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:musykchyk:10946</id>
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    <title>lets talk about rumors</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T15:14:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T15:18:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>aesop rock</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just more rumors&lt;br /&gt;when every word you hear&lt;br /&gt;is just shit painted from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;without a stroke of truth&lt;br /&gt;they paint your mind with tainted images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider me turpentine&lt;br /&gt;and watch you lies run&lt;br /&gt;drip die decay decompose&lt;br /&gt;break down and apart&lt;br /&gt;because my breakdown&lt;br /&gt;will not be a part of your&lt;br /&gt;entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont you leave the painting &lt;br /&gt;to the big kids who were there&lt;br /&gt;who create the original picture&lt;br /&gt;and color it how they chose&lt;br /&gt;dont you understand all you get&lt;br /&gt;is an outline of the truth&lt;br /&gt;and no thats not an invitation&lt;br /&gt;to shade it as you see fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act your age&lt;br /&gt;because im tired of your&lt;br /&gt;3rd grade word games&lt;br /&gt;here are some crayons&lt;br /&gt;scribble you lies with these&lt;br /&gt;so everyone can clearly see the &lt;br /&gt;lines of truth&lt;br /&gt;that you chose to cross&lt;br /&gt;to ignore&lt;br /&gt;to ignite that little artist in everyones mind&lt;br /&gt;who thinks coloring the situation  &lt;br /&gt;is all part of the story&lt;br /&gt;a little outside the lines is ok&lt;br /&gt;just add some fire&lt;br /&gt;wax melts&lt;br /&gt;facts endure&lt;br /&gt;and dont think everyone &lt;br /&gt;doesnt see &lt;br /&gt;what youre doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep it simple &lt;br /&gt;cut the crap&lt;br /&gt;and from now on&lt;br /&gt;i dont even feel like painting&lt;br /&gt;ill take my memories&lt;br /&gt;in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should just &lt;br /&gt;stay&lt;br /&gt;out of my life&lt;br /&gt;out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;and out of my reality&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should &lt;br /&gt;stop &lt;br /&gt;trying to be so artistic&lt;br /&gt;with my actuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all&lt;br /&gt;a copy&lt;br /&gt;of a copy&lt;br /&gt;of a copy&lt;br /&gt;of a copy&lt;br /&gt;of a copy&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea.</content>
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    <title>im only bitter because thats how it tastes</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T06:02:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-26T05:00:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this summer&lt;br /&gt;i thought they would be different&lt;br /&gt;that maybe this year&lt;br /&gt;the colors wouldnt run&lt;br /&gt;when i washed them together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all we needed was time&lt;br /&gt;and a little hot water&lt;br /&gt;watch them bleed&lt;br /&gt;but not me&lt;br /&gt;i dont run&lt;br /&gt;let it run&lt;br /&gt;down my throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;these people are poison.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get. out. now.&lt;br /&gt;you have your memories&lt;br /&gt;now run with them&lt;br /&gt;before reality can catch up&lt;br /&gt;you see what happens&lt;br /&gt;when you let things go too long&lt;br /&gt;and advice is left to expire&lt;br /&gt;it should have been taken&lt;br /&gt;long ago with the advil&lt;br /&gt;preventative.&lt;br /&gt;not in response to&lt;br /&gt;dont you know it&lt;br /&gt;takes a while to kick in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare:++:you knew it was coming&lt;br /&gt;all you needed was a little more time&lt;br /&gt;keep putting it off&lt;br /&gt;its different this time&lt;br /&gt;but now its far too late&lt;br /&gt;and your heart burns in the worst way&lt;br /&gt;from the things youve left inside&lt;br /&gt;flush this poison from your body.&lt;br /&gt;get on your knees and back in your place.</content>
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    <title>i didnt spell check...sorry</title>
    <published>2004-10-21T05:56:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-21T17:47:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jimmy eat world</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this was my saturday evening after i got back from the chili cook off&lt;br /&gt;after i got back from tim's&lt;br /&gt;after a cold long metro ride&lt;br /&gt;and an even colder walk home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very real look at my saturday night&lt;br /&gt;if you dont feel like reading it (and you know it's serious because i dont usually address the people reading my journal)&lt;br /&gt;just dont. quit now&lt;br /&gt;please dont half-ass this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the text in front of the cut is what came out of my head&lt;br /&gt;i realized how vague this was&lt;br /&gt;so behind the cut is the context. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach doesnt like something here. it's nagging me. it's tugging on my proverbial pant leg all the time. never letting me forget that i dont belong. that this ins't for me. the knot that refuses to be untied. it insists on sitting at a most awkquard angle reminding me not to get to comfortable. never get comfortable. time passes. i settle (my first mistake). more time passes. i am starting to get the feeling that i may have done something right. i get comforable (second and final mistake). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the knot unravles. spreading imediate discomfort to ever cell of my body. my eyes dart. my heart sinks. i am starting to panic. i feel trapped. i want out. i want out right now. i want out of anything and everrything...including this far from perfect body. my nails tear at my flesh (no that part wasnt a meophore). i am bleeding. i am umcomfotable. i am unclean. i pull my hair. there are tears running down my face. the air feels thicker. i cant breathe. i grab at my neck. now my arm stings. i am ugly and hurt. i feel more unattractive. no one loves a bleeding fat girl with nappy hair. the cycle continues. i rip harder. cry harder. bleed harder. ther is blood on the floor from where ive been flailing. the air is filled with my sweat and anxiety. where the hell is my roommate? i cant breathe i cant breathe. it hurts so bad. i want it all to go away. please god just make me go away. i dont want this. i dont belong here. i dont belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep. it must have only been a minute or two because the blood is still wet (there wasnt much). i get up. i clean the floor (not to worry, i used my red bath towel). i go to take a shower. i try to avoid people in the hall on my way to the bathroom, i really dont feel like explaining. the hot water stings. the bathroom is freezing because someone left the window open. i am in my bed. i think of how out of place i feel here and how much my head hurts from pulling my hair. i am crying again. i am always crying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like myself&lt;br /&gt;understatement&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;overrated&lt;br /&gt;i dislike myself&lt;br /&gt;temporary&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats left&lt;br /&gt;this isnt right&lt;br /&gt;something is not right&lt;br /&gt;im the only thing left&lt;br /&gt;wrong left right write left wrong wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im restless&lt;br /&gt;and fidgiting&lt;br /&gt;im getting antsy&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it here&lt;br /&gt;incorrect&lt;br /&gt;i dont like me here&lt;br /&gt;in this here and the now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i see the more i see&lt;br /&gt;im losing myself in my own skin&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself more frequently picking &lt;br /&gt;tearing ripping at it trying to get out. i'm &lt;br /&gt;not comfortable&lt;br /&gt;am i even comfort able?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im tired of this goddamn stagnant air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no movement&lt;br /&gt;no change&lt;br /&gt;im in a corner and i cant even breathe the air i want&lt;br /&gt;trapped&lt;br /&gt;cycle&lt;br /&gt;pattern&lt;br /&gt;change &lt;br /&gt;commitment&lt;br /&gt;to what? nothing. a choice. something. to be. &lt;br /&gt;anything.anywhere everywhere but &lt;br /&gt;where there here they're here im not im lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ripping at my own skin&lt;br /&gt;tripping trying to get away&lt;br /&gt;these walls are growing tight &lt;br /&gt;much like my lungs with this dead air</content>
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    <title>the under____score</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T00:07:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T00:07:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>once upon a mattress---- you see?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you need to understand what i am saying&lt;br /&gt;you need to listen&lt;br /&gt;because im not trying to be cryptic&lt;br /&gt;or vague&lt;br /&gt;at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not been myself&lt;br /&gt;lately i havent&lt;br /&gt;been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since friday night i havent&lt;br /&gt;been_quite right i think ive&lt;br /&gt;set some tempers but i&lt;br /&gt;dont think you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many of you there&lt;br /&gt;are_you mad at&lt;br /&gt;me_anings and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;you cant know or understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____i was looking in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;while____he was sleeping on the couch&lt;br /&gt;false&lt;br /&gt;well____he was lying on the couch&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;and then____i got a phone call&lt;br /&gt;false&lt;br /&gt;well i guess____i missed a phone call&lt;br /&gt;false&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that____there was a voicemail&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and____i found something out&lt;br /&gt;no____i dont want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;and no_____im not going talk about it&lt;br /&gt;and____im not ok&lt;br /&gt;no____i wont be later either&lt;br /&gt;and no____you cant help me get through this&lt;br /&gt;let me deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;to the/any/some____one &lt;br /&gt;i hurt\will hurt\am hurting&lt;br /&gt;but i need time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all&lt;br /&gt;vague&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want it to be&lt;br /&gt;cryptic&lt;br /&gt;all im saying is just listen&lt;br /&gt;because you need to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that for a little while&lt;br /&gt;just a little while&lt;br /&gt;i will just not be&lt;br /&gt;one to____me____for&lt;br /&gt;you</content>
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    <title>musykchyk @ 2004-08-29T00:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-29T04:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-29T04:20:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>whatever alex is listening to</lj:music>
    <content type="html">there is a feeling in my gut&lt;br /&gt;im not sure how to respond&lt;br /&gt;or get rid of&lt;br /&gt;do i want to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;im in the mid___dle of&lt;br /&gt;and who do i run to with&lt;br /&gt;this knot&lt;br /&gt;this not so terrible&lt;br /&gt;finally tying up loose&lt;br /&gt;ends happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;for once&lt;br /&gt;upon a time</content>
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    <title>alliteration much?</title>
    <published>2004-07-31T18:24:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-31T18:24:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>that type type type</lj:music>
    <content type="html">when youre standing in it, the drama tends to sit just above your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;high enough to leave the stagnant bystander hopelessly helpless and without a fighting chance. &lt;br /&gt;low enough to remind you that youre not completely in it with out one (save not for me but perhaps a better man)&lt;br /&gt;^to rise above^&lt;br /&gt;that chance...as chance would have it... was not completely meant for you. that chance was meant for the next person in line, the last person on the list, the one with all of your &lt;u&gt;dreams&lt;/u&gt; and none of your &lt;u&gt;drama&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no...an exception has been made for you&lt;br /&gt;the artificially strong&lt;br /&gt;the ambitions amateur who &lt;br /&gt;clawz&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;cutsss &lt;br /&gt;their way through to the top only to find their body too weak to complete the mind's riskier itinerary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unable to pull hard enough to escape the contoured chaos of artificial emotions and vacant statements you are left weary and alone.  high enough to see more than the immediate, the imminent, the right-the-fuck-here and now &lt;br /&gt;but not to rise above. &lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;not you&lt;br /&gt;not quite &lt;br /&gt;not now &lt;br /&gt;oh here &lt;br /&gt;yeah right &lt;br /&gt;quite not...you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull harder&lt;br /&gt;reach deeper &lt;br /&gt;and grab onto anything you can, because in this fucking drama___where i make the rules___all you have is your weak ass doggy paddle and youre sinking fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember &lt;br /&gt;when standing&lt;br /&gt;it sits just above the eyes.</content>
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