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  <title>words to be said</title>
  <subtitle>life's deepest regret</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>brandy</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-05T09:19:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:99974</id>
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    <title>Mindless ramble</title>
    <published>2008-10-05T09:19:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-05T09:19:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Habits aren't well broken.  Just masked beneath another.  I haven't the slightest idea where breaking this habit is leading me.  They say it takes twenty-eight days to break a habit.  I say they're full of shit.  It's been months now, and it just seems to hurt more each day.  Like losing a limb every time you wake.  And everywhere I look is a constant reminder.  This, this won't go away.  I thought it had.  Like many times before.  But I was just fooled like the last poor sucker.  I guess I need to stay busy, or get more busy I should say.  Would it even matter?  Is this any different from the last half dozen times, and the other hundred to come?  If I said yes, I'm a moron.  I'm figuring out that nothing is as I thought.  And nothing here is really something to compromise with.  When you're so completely obviously stuck, do you fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to quit smoking at the wrong time.  Which isn't the habit I speak of above, just fyi.  That one hits a bit close to home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:99834</id>
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    <title>Two-fers!</title>
    <published>2008-09-18T02:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T02:35:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; &lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, I've just been completely dwelling in my books and music.  I can't really share the books, so I share the music.  lol.  Somehow, it fits my mood.  Describes it better than I could possibly dream to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:99329</id>
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    <title>*sigh*</title>
    <published>2008-09-15T18:46:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T18:46:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.  And I don't want to go to work.  :(((</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:99240</id>
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    <title>There's no one to blame but Brendan for getting me hooked.  haha.</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T06:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T18:15:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, and how the music video completely changes the whole idea given by the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe and love.  lol.  :)&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:98863</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-09-10T19:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-11T01:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-11T01:57:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My anger sores as the boys mearly giggle in the other room.  I'm furious.  I just want away.  Away from everything.  When you love someone, do you show it by trying to take away what's dear?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:98275</id>
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    <title>Classes</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T19:47:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T19:56:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">School options for this semester kinda suck, don't they?  Never the less, I think I have it mostly figured out.  Monday and Wednesday evenings, I'll take First Responder.  Hey, it fits the medical part.  But long the hours, plus the short class list for the closer campus leaves me to seek online classes.  Will it be my down fall??  I get my schedule today for the next month, so that'll also play a role in things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm thinkin:&lt;br /&gt;Interpersonal Communication&lt;br /&gt;US History 2&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy 1&lt;br /&gt;Sociology 1&lt;br /&gt;Human Growth and Developement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long list.  Can I pull it off?  Or need I weed some out?  Here's the thing.  If I can finish these, I'm only a handful of classes away from my degrees.  Meaning I could graduate by the end of next semester with more than just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see how it plays out.  :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:92441</id>
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    <title>What should I be doing?</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T05:07:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T05:09:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wanna love you but I better not touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you but I want it too much.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are filled with poison.&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;Poison.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:88301</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-06-22T15:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-22T21:31:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-22T21:32:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I shouldn't be surprised.  *sigh*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:85901</id>
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    <title>The cycle continues</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T22:08:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T22:14:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was wrong.  I was really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I'd like to say...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:84874</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-04-28T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T00:47:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T00:47:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel more alive than I have in a long time.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:82137</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-03-15T21:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T03:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T03:29:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I could tell you why I'm so pissed off, or I could ramble on about my day and see if you pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to class this morning, I was so antsy, I just couldn't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I got out of class, Sean and I went to Sean's dad's to pick up a car seat.  I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but Sean's dad Shawn makes me so unbelievibly uncomfortable.  Just being around the man sends chills down my spine.  We got stuck there longer than I had wanted to because Shawn was all doped up on something and just kept going on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bud's and picked up Buddy, Amber, and Darlene and took them to see the house.  In short, we spent a couple hours there, and they absolutely love it.  Then we drove them all over the area trying to find a baby monitor.  Never found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at Walmart.  Sean said we should go down to Sam's Club.  Being that it was a twenty minute drive, and I'm loosing my breaks, I said no.  And he fought me on it.  With a fucking baby in the car and no breaks, I'm not going too far or fast for that matter.  Bud completely understood, where as Sean couldn't even grasp the concept.  He got under my skin, and I opted to go out for a cigarette before he pissed me off.  Bud and Darlene asked me to stay.  Darlene even came up and hugged me...for the first time...which was odd because she and I are one in the same, and I know she hates human contact.  In short, it actually made me feel like I was wanted there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we went to Once Upon a Child, then to Big Lots.  Didn't find anything good.  I ended up calling my friend Linda and asking her where to find one.  My god, she hooked us up fat.  lol.  Her sixteen year old daughter had a baby boy not long ago, and she was just getting ready to toss all her six month old stuff out.  I'm picking it all up on Monday for Bud and Darlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy bought us all dinner.  He wanted to make up for all the running around and watching the baby for them we did over the course of today.  While at Villege in, Darlene started on me.  "Amber needs someone to grow up and play with.  You need to get pregnant.  Fast."  It was hilarious.  And Bud and Sean, "Oh no, one is enough!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took them home and helped them unload their stuff when Bud asked me to take him and Susan, their roommate, to one more place.  On the way home from dropping them off, Sean and I got into it.  Since then, the evening has been rather quiet.  I've dropped it, but he doesn't want to talk.  So, what can you do?  Life goes on.  He'll act like nothing happened in a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I've been looking for someone to talk to.  And I think Darlene is it.  Between Bud and Darlene, I've seen a complete transition over the past six months.  She still wants to be a kid, but she plays the mommy role rather well.  I enjoy being in their lives.  They're not your day to day people.  Darlene and I are so similar it's funny.  Right down to our eating habits and beliefs.  It's almost as if I've found my lost sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy came down to apply at work on Friday.  Cracked me up to see him dressed all "properly."  I kinda stole him from Sean, and he came down to the laundry so that I could help him fill out his application.  I kept introducing him to everyone as Buddy, and he'd tell them Kenney.  Since the hospital, everyone's been calling him Kenney, and I guess I can't just switch over.  He'll always be Buddy.  His real name is Kenneth.  But I just don't see him as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for them to move in.  After today, I believe it's going to be even better than what I thought.  The boys doing the landscaping as the girls sit on the balcony sipping lemonade and laughing our asses off at them.  It'll be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.  I think I'll go lay down.  Night!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:81904</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-03-12T20:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T02:14:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T02:17:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're under contract.  We got the house.  We close in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud and Darlene decided to get Amber back.  It ended in a mad rush to the store, and a small homecoming party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, we're moving in two weeks, and not only will Bud and Darlene be with us, but we also get the luxery of watching Amber grow and the chance to have an impact on her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting the puppies in five weeks.  I'm trying to stock up on toys.  I promised Greg and Shelby they'd be spoiled.  I wasn't lying.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:81589</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-03-10T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T01:12:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T01:14:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/Mahuika/puppy.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my puppy!&lt;br /&gt;What should I name her???&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:80894</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-03-03T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T02:39:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T02:39:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel lost.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:77700</id>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2008-02-11T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T02:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T02:08:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Take what you want.  You've already stripped me of all I had.  My beliefs, my love, my thoughts, my promises, my trust, my life.  You've made me nothing.  What more can I give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put a bid in on the house.  We'll know next week if we got it or not, and we could be moving in as early as Feb. 27th.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:77420</id>
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    <title>Step by Step....</title>
    <published>2008-02-11T04:48:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-11T04:48:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">EEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting in a bid on the house tomorrow, and within a week we'll know if it's ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:75412</id>
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    <title>My chest hurts.</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T05:18:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T05:18:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Around and around we go.  Where we stop, no one knows.  Things forever change.  Where's the happily ever after?  Do we grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking.</content>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2007-11-16T21:35:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-17T04:42:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T04:42:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man in blue - "What's your number?"&lt;br /&gt;Sean - "Babe, he's hitting on you."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Shhh.  720..."&lt;br /&gt;...two minutes pass...&lt;br /&gt;Sean - "So, we gonna play Halo 3 tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;Man in blue - "I thought you were gonna play with me tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Uhhh... I don't know what you're talking about..."</content>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2007-10-08T15:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-08T21:59:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-08T21:59:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anymore, I dread these days.  I dread going to work.  I have no life.  And I hate it.  What little time I do have on the weekends gets gobbled up by family.  I spend maybe three hours a day in Sean's company.  God I miss the old days.  Where we'd spend the whole god damn day in bed ~ third eye blind reference, not actually what we did.  But we would spend the whole day together.  I miss having a life.  I miss seeing friends.  I miss my peoplez.</content>
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    <title>Impact</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T16:18:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T16:18:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Have you ever noticed how much you change when you're around certain people?  Just how much you react to what they say or do?  No matter the topic, what people say reflects on you.  Reflects in your opinons.  Even if it's just in the back of your head.  Just another reason to prove your point even stronger.  Even if you agree or disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason I never say what Sean and I have fought about.  There's a reason I make sure I add that it's been resolved.  And instead of focusing on it, I bring in the good times.  It impacts the opinions of those of you who don't know him or know him well.  Most of his friends hate my guts, as a couple of mine hate his.  We have two friends that really count as both our friends.  Somehow, we've managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has forever changed my life for the better, and I think that's what I look at most.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandeh:62126</id>
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    <title>ATTENTION FRIENDS!!!</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T01:29:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T01:37:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;I need your PHONE NUMBERS!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(comments are screened if you'd like to reply to this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to know?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;RIP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/Mahuika/kamakazi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kyocera Slider&lt;br /&gt;DOB:1/25/07 - DOD:8/16/07&lt;br /&gt;A True Kamakazi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tell you the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7:45 AM -&lt;br /&gt;Code name Kay and I go out to the smokers area to take break.  Each of us with icky coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other.  I quickly text Sean and shove Slider back into my breast pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7:46 AM -&lt;br /&gt;Sean joins us, taking a white chair next to mine.  I set my coffee on the ground and light my cigarette.  We begin to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7:50 AM -&lt;br /&gt;I reach for my coffee, feeling thirsty.  With the evil coffee in sight, Slider dives out of my pocket, straight into the cup, knocking it over and spilling its guts everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7:55 AM -&lt;br /&gt;Despite Sean and my desperate attempts to save poor Slider, he is gone.  Soon his blinking buttons begin to fade, and at that point, there isn't any sense in trying.  He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 11:45 AM -&lt;br /&gt;$250 gets me a new phone.  His name, Kamakazi, in dedication to the brave, but lost soldier.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Only a taste of bliss</title>
    <published>2007-08-02T21:39:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-02T21:39:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know why I hold on so dear.  Like nothing else will just quite do.  I don't understand why I fight.  And why when the tables are turned I fall to pieces.  I hate the thought that just twenty hours ago everything was peachy...and nine hours ago, things went to shit.  I don't understand.  It doesn't make sense to me.  I dread the next hour.  And I've never done that before.  So much quilt without reason.  And anger.  It was never a concept that things would go this way.  It cuts so deep and continues on so far that I'm exhausted.  I can't picture life this way, and I refuse to.  It isn't fair.  It isn't fair to have it yanked away without a moments notice.  I don't know what to do.</content>
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    <title>Where has true love gone?</title>
    <published>2007-07-21T05:55:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-21T05:55:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Working in a nursing home, you see a lot of fifty to seventy year old relationships.  Couples who have been married since highschool.  Never parted until death.  Some faithful.  Some not.  But still together until the end.  Nowadays, you hardly ever see that.  Divorce consumes half the married population.  And not just one, but multiples.  If you made the mistake once, wouldn't you try a little harder the second time around?  So what's so different between then and now?  What makes wives get up and leave their husbands?  What makes families divide?  Is there a chemical in the water that suddenly takes away that twinkle in your spouses eye?  Could it be a chemical imbalance, brought on by, oh say, menopause?  What makes the newer vows wither and die?  Where has true love gone?</content>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2007-07-17T16:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-17T22:56:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-17T22:56:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I started a small portfolio on Myspace.  Photography, that is.  Feedback would be great.  Because my external crashed, I don't really have all that much.  Most of it is Mariah, Sean's sister.  A couple nature shots.  Etc...</content>
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    <title>brandeh @ 2007-07-04T19:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-05T01:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-05T01:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're getting the internet Sunday.  YAY!!! Oh how I've missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I are moving next June.  This time just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on vacation.</content>
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