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	<title>Kirstenmoran's Journals</title>
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	<modified>2008-03-24T12:37:00Z</modified>
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	<author><name>kirstenmoran</name></author>
		  <entry>
	    <title>fatal flaw</title>
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	    <issued>2008-03-24T12:37:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-03-24T12:37:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-03-24T12:37:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[in greek poetry every hero seems to have a fatal flaw that eventually leads to their downfall. that gets me&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>kirstenmoran</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[in greek poetry every hero seems to have a fatal flaw that eventually leads to their downfall. that gets me thinking of myself, after all every human is a hero to someone. when i try to pinpoint my fatal flaw it seems impossible. i have too many flaws. i feel that is so vivid about me but people cant always see. you would think that knowing how many flaws i have myself i would be more willing to overlook other peoples. its easy to overlook them in ur friends but what about a boyfriend? maybe i think that i am searching for someone whos flaws dont bother me, but make me love them more. physical flaws are easy to overcome, they often make that person more interesting. what about flaws of action or emotion. why is that so hard to overlook and accept?]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>i need some hobbies.</title>
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	    <issued>2008-02-18T17:19:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-18T17:19:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-18T17:19:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[i want to learn to play the guitar. acoustic.
and since im sooooo good at singing that would be its perfect&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>kirstenmoran</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[i want to learn to play the guitar. acoustic.



and since im sooooo good at singing that would be its perfect compliment (hint: sarcasm)



i wish i didnt have a cell phone and only relied on a landline and an answering machine. i think that would do me a lot of good. maybe one day.



jessica alba is the worst actress. unless u count jessica simpson. although i stll thin simpson would beat out alba purely based on the fact that she is related to ashlee.



what did people do before ipods? better yet, ground breaking music. its insane to think about.



i wish i grew up going to school in new york city in an apartment. or taht i at one point experienced boarding school. growing up in that fast paced a world with such diversity would have been sweet. plays, random people, hole in the wall restaurants, amazing trendy restaurants, the fashion, the music. enough said.



water for elephants makes me wish carnivals were popular.



im so happy berets are back in style. every time i see one close to maroon or purple i think of prince. which is oddly ok with me.



ive decided my life is contradictory. or at least i contradict myself. religion is a prime example.



why is it that black is considered timeless until it is considered alternative, or better yet &#226;&#156;rock.&#226;&#157; to me its all the same



i love that shoes can make an outift.



tomorrow school starts again which sucks bc i still dont know if im doing what i want to do. i feel like ill never find my niche.



its funny to me how apartments on tv shows are constantly changing and miraculously different every episode. who in the hell changes their apartment that much.]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>i want a giant hourglass</title>
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	    <issued>2008-02-18T17:19:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-18T17:19:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-18T17:19:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[sooo its been forever since ive written which is no suprise. at least i have some good excuses which mostly&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>kirstenmoran</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[sooo its been forever since ive written which is no suprise. at least i have some good excuses which mostly involve moving and then some. 



being a procastinator is obnoxious, almost as obnoxious as liars.



couple thoughts...

i wish i could be a minimalist.

one daty soon im going find the motivation to have more self control in my diet. i decided im going to start trying. tomorrow.



dismissed is just a nice word for being voted off the island. i hate that word. actually i hate EVERY sugarcoated word that epitomizes bullshit. also making the list: maybe. 



sugarcoated words are equivalent to deceit. all it is is a cop out for when things are hard.



song of the moment: moon river by henry mancini



i need to go shoe shopping.]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>crapshoot.</title>
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	    <issued>2008-02-18T17:18:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-18T17:18:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-18T17:18:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[The people closest to me know how hard it is for me to be an open book, and that I&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>kirstenmoran</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[The people closest to me know how hard it is for me to be an open book, and that I try to keep my personal business and thoughts to myself and the few people i trust enough to confide in at best. Lately it&#226;&#153;s been a lot of the same. A lot of thinking about trying to figure out my life and what I want to do with it. I&#226;&#153;ve come to realize that I was so distracted by the wrong things over the past years that I&#226;&#153;m afraid I&#226;&#153;ve missed my chance to find out what I really want out of my life, something that will make me truly happy, and not just momentarily.  Growing up I&#226;&#153;ve always been told I could be whatever I wanted to be in life so long as I put my mind to it, but I never truly felt that way. I love my family and I know they&#226;&#153;ve always meant the best but growing up I never felt like they knew how to accept me for me because I&#226;&#153;ve always been a little different than them. I know they tried but I think deep down they thought I would outgrow the things that made me me. That always made me feel like who I was was something I would outgrow as well, so I tried. I don&#226;&#153;t know when I had my moment of clarity, but now that I have I am almost more confused. I finally don&#226;&#153;t care that I won&#226;&#153;t ever really fit in the way I&#226;&#153;m supposed to, but with that I know I&#226;&#153;m going to have to accept that I will never feel like I&#226;&#153;m good enough or that they get me. All of this has made me feel more alone than ever, but in an bittersweet way. I just realized how confusing all of what I just wrote was, when I sort out this clusterfuck of thoughts in my head maybe I can write it down more effectively...]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>wahhhhh</title>
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	    <issued>2008-02-18T17:16:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-02-18T17:16:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-02-18T17:16:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[So itβs 4:42 am and today is the first day of me trying out this whole blog deal. Iβm probably&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>kirstenmoran</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[So it&#226;&#153;s 4:42 am and today is the first day of me trying out this whole blog deal. I&#226;&#153;m probably going to be really bad about updating but I will try! Not to mention this will be a nice place for me to vent about my mostly insignificant problems as I&#226;&#153;m about to do. Other than getting through finals right now my mind has been overrun with confusion, uncertainty, and frustrations. I&#226;&#153;m beyond nearly every emotion at this point and now just feel overwhelmed with nothingness, if that makes any sense at all. I&#226;&#153;m tired of people who let everyone down, and don&#226;&#153;t even get me started on liars. The thing with liars is that I can&#226;&#153;t even tell who the good ones are, they have me so fooled. I guess I should know by now that what I thought were good traits are probably only detremental. I&#226;&#153;ll work on that. At the risk of sounding more negative I am going to head off to bed. Finals start in an hour, yikes...]]></content>
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