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  <title>Zac Carrington</title>
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    <name>Zac Carrington</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lovelyroadkill:16515</id>
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    <title>Somewhat of a megaton update</title>
    <published>2005-10-17T05:06:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-17T15:30:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jerry Reed - Amos Moses</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm supposed to be writing a huge update for everything that has happened since the Cake show, but I won't do that. I'm going to start with late Summer vacation when I joined my first band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sometime late summer, my guitar teacher and good friend, Greg Burke, told me that a group of kids were going to start a band and wanted me to be in it. He gave me the leaders name and phone number. His name was Jason Knott. I called him up and he said that I could audition that day. I went to his house and auditioned for the soon to be quartet. I got the job as a guitarist. The band members ended up being really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Before an interview with our band, Jason told me that I got in the Instrumental Ensemble class that I signed up for before high school. When he told me that it was a percussion class, I was a little disappointed, but I came to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I went for the week of drumline and the two weeks of band camp not knowing exactly what was going on, but I loved the people in it right away. I found out at the end of band camp that it was marching band. I was originally on 1st bass drum, but I got switched to synthesizer after some toubles with the sun and marching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Since then, I've become good friends with almost everyone in my section that goes by the name "pit". I like to talk to Tyler, Wes, Rheena, Amber, and Tommy. They're good people. We've played a number of football games and had our first competition on Sunday. We got second place in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sorry if that wasn't a huge update, but I think I included everything important. I'll probably write about our daily practices and performances from now on.</content>
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    <title>Comfort Eagle</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T05:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T05:35:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beck "Hotwax"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Instead of making an entry on the whol day, I'm going to just write about the show for anyone who wants a good description of the whole damn thing. I'm a skip Gomez even though they were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cake Show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took what seemed like forever for the band to make it to the stage. About twenty minutes, I'd guess. And people were getting really impatient, shouting and whatnot. After the long wait, the first member came onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally made it to stage, the shouting, screaming, and clapping was almost deafening (I added to it, of course). There was no talking introduction, but John McCrea bowed and all that stuff. He picked up his slightly damaged acoustic and started playing the intro to "Frank Sinatra." It was a normal Cake show. John's hand gestures, the introductions to songs, and the mood. I don't remember all of the songs in order, but I will try to get as close as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;2. Sheep go to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;3. Sad Songs and Waltzes&lt;br /&gt;4. Mexico&lt;br /&gt;5. Satan is my Motor&lt;br /&gt;6. Daria&lt;br /&gt;7. Wheels&lt;br /&gt;8. Carbon Monoxide&lt;br /&gt;9. A song I sadly don't know the name of&lt;br /&gt;10. The Distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then they said the show was over, but the fans wanted more. Everyone was shouting "CAKE! CAKE! CAKE!" Amazingly, they came back out. I figured it was just to say goodbye one last time, but instead, John walked over and whispered something in Vince's ear. Vince then walked over to his keyboards and played the easily remembered intro to "Comfort Eagle." Everyone shouted crazier than ever right there. The song was definately the greatest in the show. That song has got to be the coolest song ever live. It's so powerful and everyone sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the powerful performance of "Comfort Eagle," John went over to Vince, and again, whispered something in his ear. I thought for sure they were going to close with "I Will Survive," but I was wrong. They closed with the less powerful, but just as catchy and well-known to the fans "Never There." Everyone sang along with that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have some of the songs in the wrong place, but that's close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first concert I've ever been to because I wanted to go. Cake puts on such an awesome, but simple show. I don't think I'll see anything like it for awhile.</content>
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    <title>Savana and Eric did it</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T03:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T03:07:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1) First Grade Teacher: Mrs. Ameling.&lt;br /&gt;2) Last word you said: Kalamazoo.&lt;br /&gt;3) Last song you sang: "Kalamazoo" by Primus.&lt;br /&gt;4) Last person you hugged: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;5) Last thing you laughed at: Penny Arcade&lt;br /&gt;6) Last time you said 'I love you': This morning.&lt;br /&gt;7) Last time you cried: December 22nd at exactly 10:37PM.&lt;br /&gt;8) What's in your CD player: I don't own one.&lt;br /&gt;9) What colour socks are you wearing: White.&lt;br /&gt;10) What's under your bed: Guitar World magazines and extra or broken instrument cables.&lt;br /&gt;11) What time did you wake up today: About 8:00AM&lt;br /&gt;12) A random lyric: Break yo' neck, nigga'./Bangin' yo' head to 'dis shit, nigga'.&lt;br /&gt;13) Current hair: A little frizzy, black, and a little long I guess.&lt;br /&gt;14) Current clothes: Tan shorts and a Johnny Cash shirt.&lt;br /&gt;15) Current annoyance: My back is really friggin' itchy.&lt;br /&gt;16) Current longing: A satisfying guitar tone and someone to go places with.&lt;br /&gt;17) Current desktop picture: Tycho from Penny Arcade.&lt;br /&gt;18) Current worry: Nothing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;19) Current hate: My acoustic guitar. It's being a little sixty dollar bitch.&lt;br /&gt;20) Story behind your LJ username: I came up with it like a year and a half ago when I thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;21) Current favourite article of clothing: My brown Rush shirt.&lt;br /&gt;22) Favourite physical feature of the opposite sex: Big eyes (I don't care how weird it is. Fuck you.), big hips, and a flat smooth stomach.&lt;br /&gt;22a) Favourite physical feature of the same sex: Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;23) Last CD that you bought: "Tales From The Punchbowl" by Primus.&lt;br /&gt;24) Favourite place to be: In a comfortable place with at least two good friends. I prefer to be with the opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;25) Least favourite place: Hell, the mall, and in a building that has any more than 5 stories.&lt;br /&gt;26) Time you wake up in the morning: Usually 8:00.&lt;br /&gt;27) If you could play an instrument, what would it be: I already know how to play quite a few but I'd like to learn the sax.&lt;br /&gt;28) Favourite color: Orange. Like eye melting orange.&lt;br /&gt;30) How tall are you: Five somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;31) Current favourite word: Supremo.&lt;br /&gt;32) Favourite book: I haven't read much in my life, but I'd like to start reading more.&lt;br /&gt;33) Favourite season: Fall. Best temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: None of them. Der' all QUEERS!&lt;br /&gt;35) Favourite day of the week: Friday or Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;36) Somewhere you'd like to go: Berkley College of Music.&lt;br /&gt;37) What is your career going to be like: I think it's going to be fairly successful. Hopefully really successful.&lt;br /&gt;39) What kind of car will you have: A blinding orange VW bus.&lt;br /&gt;40) Type a line you remember from any book: "As he looked down he noticed that his urine had frozen in mid-air."</content>
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    <title>Whatever</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T05:03:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T05:03:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Who "Boris the Spider"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think I'm going to start writing in this more often. I need to. I always forget to write about my days. I'll skip a couple of days I missed and start with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fantastic day. I got woke up with a headache, but fortunately it wasn't that bad. It went away in like thirty minutes. I went to my guitar lesson at 1:30. It was a little bit of a review lesson, but that's always good. When I got hom I reveived a phone call from Savana. She invited me over, which was pretty cool because I was going to call later to see if I could go over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to her house around three. We sat down and listened to music and stuff for about fifteen minutes before Clay showed up. I had no idea he was coming. It was a suprise to me. At first I was a little uncomfortable. I get like that for some reason. It doesn't take long to get comfortable though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay brought over the movie Almost Famous. I'd heard about it, but never seen it. The movie was pretty good for a recent movie. Hehe. It was like a rock documentary thing, except the main character was a journalist traveling with the band Stillwater. The drama didn't suck, and the comedy was never stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Savana's mom could tell we were bored so she decided to take us out for dinner. It took awhile for a us to do decide what we wanted. We ended up deciding on Chili's. It was a good place. It was crowded when we first got there, but within thirty minutes most of the people left. I got a huge-ass hamburger that I was a little afraid to eat at first. My first few bites were just bread. The burger was delicious though. I really love Chili's fries too. It was a satisfying dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up headache-free. That's always nice on the weekends. I was feeling pretty good until my sister told me she talked to some of my friends. She ended up talking to Dillon. That was a good and a bad thing. I guess Dillon thought I was mad at him, and I could see why. Eric and I were saying some stuff. I was just joking around with Eric saying this stuff about Dillon. I don't think he actually thought I was mad at him until he ended up getting accidentally invited to a chat. As soon as he got in, I left. He wasn't the reason I left though. Savana and Alanna had been re-inviting me over and over again and I was busy. I the second time I actually accepted the invite was to tell them that I didn't want to be in it. I saw Dillon's screen name appear as another person in the chat and that was like when I left. It probably seemed like I was trying to avoid him or something. That wasn't it at all. My sister told me he thought I disliked him and she showed me the AIM log from when she talked to him. I was kind of upset reading what he was saying. And later in the conversation he was beginning to think my sister was me. Next time I get the chance to talk to him I think I'm going to appologize for the misunderstanding. He's a good friend and I don't want him thinking I'm as much as an idiot as I would be if the whole thing was true. I really hope that all gets solved soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the day I didn't really do much at all. I played the guitar and learned a couple of songs and whatnot. It was a boring day but I managed to stay in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I missed the American Dad premiere. Somebody should slap me for that.</content>
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    <title>The Internet</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T15:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T15:48:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Deep Purple - Child In Time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got the internet back like three days ago but I haven't felt like updating until today. So, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokai, so on Thursay I was telling everyone (everyone as in Nick and Savana) at school that I was going to get the internet back that day. I wasn't really sure but I had high hopes. So after school I asked my mom if we could go to the place and she said ye. So we went there and it was so incredibly easy. She signed a sheet and they activated it right there. I just had go home and install all the stuff and then I was online. That was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna skip Friday. Friday was gay except for something that Kyle kept doing at lunch that was hilarious. But yesterday was great. I woke up at like ten and waited about an hour to go online. Not to long after I was online, Savana started a chat. That chat was really cool. It included: Me, Savana, Eric, Alanna, and Nick for a little bit. That chat went on for a really long time. It was like one to six. It was hilarious. Me and Eric talking about stuff and findout that we were a lot alike and stuff. I'm not going to go into detail with what we were talking about in the chat because there was a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today. I just woke up about an hour ago and I woke up headache-free. That doesn't happen much on the weekends. I ate a bowl of cerial and went right to the computer. My mom was going to the store so I asked her if she could buy a cd for me and amazingly she said yes. Now I'm talking to Eric and waiting for her to return to see if she got what I wanted.</content>
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    <title>An actual update</title>
    <published>2004-10-14T21:47:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-14T21:48:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think I'll do an actual update today cause it was such a damn good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a good amount of sleep last night for the first time in awhile. I always end up waking up at like three and my parents are gone so I kind of freak out and it takes me awhile to fall back to sleep. I don't know why I get so panicky. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and I didn't feel tired at all. That was pretty cool. I could already tell it was going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good. My first hour is computers and we've been working in Microsoft Excel. It's not fun but it's not too boring either. Before we started working the teacher was out of the room and this little weird kid was angry at another kid cause he wouldn't let him see his pillow. He gets angry over the stupidest things. He wanted to fight the other kid but the other kid was smart and didn't want to. The other kid would have beaten the crap out of Aaron and it wouldn't have been good. Aaron kept saying "My dad told me to fight under any circumstances." And then another kid said "Well your dad is gay." Of course Aaron got up and threatened to beat the crap out of the kid. I used to feel sorry for Aaron but now I found out that he causes alot of trouble. He's a real jerk actually. He just wants to fight about everything. If the other kids actually did fight him he'd get hurt bad. He's a little chubby nerdy kid so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second hour was Gym. I really like that class even though everyone in it hates our little group. I always hang out with Nick and Steven and all the other kids hate us because we're always like laughing and standing away from the fields and talking and frestyle coning and stuff. Yeah. When we were walking to the track Aaron was all "You jerks need to stop talking." I never talk when we're not supposed to. It's just Steven. Me and Nick stay quiet. But anywho I said "I wasn't talking in the locker room. I never do." Aaron said "Oh yeah. Tell me another good one." And was all "Okay! Two muffins were in a microwave and one says 'Man it's hot in here.' So the other says 'Holy shit a talking muffin." We were all laughing so hard and Aaron said "You guys are fags." Or something like that. Everone's always dropping the F-bomb in that class. They call me Nick and Steven the same name everyday. "Fucking queers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third hour is math. We took a little post-test. I think I did okay. I wasn't very sure about the last few problems but I think I did okay. Kyle was shooting me with rubber bands and he in an accent was all "Hey Ludvig.(him and Nick call me that in math) Ve are really going to turn to sviss cheese today." I'm not sure what that means but he keeps saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip fourth hour. It was science and we watched a lame video about drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth hour we started to watch that "Holes" movie. It was okay. It was better than freakin' Spirit which we had to watch in English. I drew stuff while the movie was on. I like fifth hour. It's this class I have because I was absent so much lat year. There's only like eight kids in it. I'm friends with all of them. It's a fun class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth hour was English. We watch Spirit. That movie was gay. I hate horses. They always try to make them look beautiful and free in movies. I think they stink and look weird. That movie had that stupid humor in it that everyone in the class including the teacher laugh at but I just sit there all "Wtf?" Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a damn good day I think it's going to get even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven r0XXorZ!!1</content>
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    <title>Freestyle Cone</title>
    <published>2004-10-07T02:43:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-07T02:43:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day "Jesus Of Suburbia"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Me and Nick came up with a great idea today. It's called freestyle cone. You like break dance with a cone. Or something. We're thinking about making a video of it. I made a cover of for the video too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/freestylecones.bmp"&gt;</content>
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    <title>lovelyroadkill @ 2004-10-02T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T02:28:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T02:28:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.</content>
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    <title>The Chug Driven Stomp</title>
    <published>2004-09-18T12:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-18T12:31:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My band-ish thing - The Chug Driven Stomp</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't updated for awhile cause I've been like sick as crap. Or something. Yeah. I had tonsilitus or whatever and I could hardly talk and I had a fever and all that bullhonkey. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made a real neat song. It's called "The Chug Driven Stomp." I called it that cause it's like stomp metal. I'm mumbling stuff that rhymes with stomp and then I say "It's the chug driven stomp." For example: "Bleep bam pow pomp! It's the chug driven stomp!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot better now. I'm getting ready to go to samash with my brother to get a new guitar. Hooray and stuff.</content>
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    <title>Woah.</title>
    <published>2004-09-11T01:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-11T01:14:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, tonight was crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mid-afternoon and I didn't really feel like talking to anyone for a little bit so I put up an away message and watched tv in my room. I ended falling asleep. I was woken at about 8:30PM by the sound of glass shattering. My sister screamed for my dad. My sister's friend was having like a stroke orm something. We didn't know it then. We just thought she was queezy or something. Then my dad was yelling trying to get her to talk and she just eventually passed out. Shortly before she passed out my dad called the ambulence. They got here about the time she passed out. They were trying to get her to speak but she was uncontious. Now they can't do anything to her until her parents know and we have no way of getting a hold of their cheap-asses. They don't have a phone number and their adress isn't in the phonebook. Yeah. So now we have to wait another 30 minutes till my mom gets home to tell her parents. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. No paragraphs.</content>
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    <title>Splosions with personalities.</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T04:57:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-04T04:57:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was bored so I gave four nuclear explosions personalities by drawing eyes and mouths on them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/splosion3.bmp"&gt;Splosion one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/seminol1.bmp"&gt;Splosion two&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/splosion2.bmp"&gt;Splosion&amp;nbsp;three&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/splosion.bmp"&gt;Splosion four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What a gay update. Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>No air.</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T22:02:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T22:02:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eels - My Beloved Monster</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Todays been pretty crappy cause we've had no air conditioning all day. It's so hot and stuff. Yeah. It doesn't get fixed till tomorrow. And out of boredom I made this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/Grrr.gif"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Stage name and appearence.</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T23:39:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T23:39:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yes - Roundabout</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm thinking a little early but I have an idea for a stage name and appearence when I'm in a band. My name would be Sven Beaner, and my appearence would be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/monkeybeanie003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the beanie. Oh yeah.</content>
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    <title>Blam!</title>
    <published>2004-08-23T02:52:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-23T02:54:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Motorhead - Ace Of Spades</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was good and bad. Or soemthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling fine but like an hour later I knew I was going to be sick later. While I was still feeling fine I watched the Steve Vai: Live At The Astoria London dvd for the like one-millionth time. I love that dvd so much. But anyway I decided I wanted to learn at least one riff from all the songs on there. I accomplished that. His riffs are so brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day I was feeling really sick. I was dizzy and sick to my stomach and junk. I selpt for a little while and I stragely felt better about an hour later. That was neato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake from being sick I don't usually do much. I just played the guitar and stayed on the computer and stuff. Besides being sick, today was a good day compared to the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zac ur stupid! this jurnal entree is gay! omg i h8 u!</content>
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    <title>Wind.</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T20:11:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T20:11:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Friday was the hurricane and whatnot and it messed everything up. We had no power for a few days and the internet wasn't working till today. Yeah. That's why I've been gone and stuff. If anybody was even wondering where I was.</content>
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    <title>School and stuff.</title>
    <published>2004-08-09T20:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T04:19:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avenged Sevenfold - Unholy Confessions</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today was the like first day of school. It was like not cool. Everyone I was looking forward to seeing are on a different team or are in none of my classes. Nick is like the only person I'm friends with on my team and in any of my classes. Yeah. That's going to suck. I can only see my friends at lunch and it's still hard to cause they're all strict and stuff about lunch. Oh well.</content>
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    <title>Alanna's thinger.</title>
    <published>2004-08-08T14:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T01:23:41Z</updated>
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    <title>Moving</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T11:29:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-07T13:56:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radiohead - Electioneering</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm not sure why I haven't mentioned this yet but I'm moving in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of excited about it. I don't like my round, slowly falling apart house. I don't like being alone here. I just feel unsafe and junk. It's like hard moving and I hate it. I had so much unpacked and now I have to pack it all away again. Oh well.</content>
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    <title>lovelyroadkill @ 2004-08-04T20:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-05T00:11:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-05T11:46:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need an icon so I made two of them and you vote on which one you like more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this one: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/badeyecon.jpg"&gt; Vote: Melty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this one: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/zaceyecon.jpg"&gt; Vote: Twanger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have versions that aren't JPEGs too. They look better and junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE, DAMN YOU!!</content>
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    <title>Boom!</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T00:19:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T00:19:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't updated in forever. I need to start forcing myself to update. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed late yesterday morning and I was supposed to go with my aunt to get new clothes but I couldn't wake up early enough to go. So I told her what size I wore and junk. Normally she would by me stuff I hate like huge Nike shirts or some shirt with a character on it and a word ending in Z in like graffiti letters. She refuses to get what I like most of the time cause it's "evil." I hate how she says that. She says my hair is evil, the way I dress is evil, and all that garbage. But anyway, she actually got some shirts I like. She got me a Guns N' Roses shirt, and a Rolling Stones shirt. She said she wasn't too happy about getting them though. The Rolling Stones shirt has the tounge logo on it and she said that was evil. Whatever. As for pants and shirt, they're going to the back of my closet. She got me thick black pants. I hate thick black pants. And that's all she got me with pants. I need more Dickies. Those are like the only shorts and pants that I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have used paragraphs there? Eh. It was all about the same thing so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school to start. Summer sucked for me.</content>
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    <title>A thing.</title>
    <published>2004-07-23T02:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-23T17:55:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">List 10 tracks from the band answering these questions.&lt;br /&gt;band: Green Day&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The Grouch&lt;br /&gt;3. How do some people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Brat&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;No Pride&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I can't come up with one for this.&lt;br /&gt;6. Where would you rather be?&lt;br /&gt;Hitchin' A Ride&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe what you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;King For A Day&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe how you live.&lt;br /&gt;Rotting&lt;br /&gt;9. Describe how you love.&lt;br /&gt;On The Wagon&lt;br /&gt;10. Share a few words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Do Da Da</content>
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    <title>The Little Zac Copier Of Doom</title>
    <published>2004-07-23T02:12:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-23T17:55:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My cover of "I Believe In A Thing Called Love"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The other day my sister's friend was telling me that her little brother was trying to be just like me. She said he was putting his hand up to his face and moving his hair out of his face. Except he has no hair to put aside. She also told me he's making those weird faces that I make and just like pause. And he's trying to laugh like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just came over today and I wanted to see if she was right. He hung out with me most of the day and she was right. He wants to learn how to play the guitar, he really is trying to laugh like me, he keeps saying "Yo, son", he puts "and stuff" or "or something" at the end of most of his sentences, and a bunch of other stuff. Yeah, it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I did a cover thingy of "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" by The Darkness. If you want to hear it go here: &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/4/zaccarringtonmusic.htm"&gt;http://www.soundclick.com/bands/4/zaccarringtonmusic.htm&lt;/a&gt; and go to "Darkness Cover 2.0" and click on "listen lo-fi."</content>
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    <title>lovelyroadkill @ 2004-07-21T21:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T01:30:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T07:03:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HOLY SHIT! MY JOURNAL MUTATED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.photobucket.com/albums/v224/lovelyroadkill/DED.gif"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bleh.</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T04:21:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-21T10:16:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Scorpions - No One Like You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today sucked and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really bad headache that started as soon as I woke up and lasted a few hours. I hate headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my headache went away I was bored and feeling odd and junk so I went to Savana's. That was kind of fun except we didn't get to do much. We wanted to go for a walk or watch The Wall. We went for a walk and we didn't get to go where we wanted to go. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I finally started to get a little less tired and stuff. I learned a neat scale on the guitar I think I'm going to use a lot and it's also a great finger excercise.</content>
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    <title>Holy shit! Update!</title>
    <published>2004-07-09T02:54:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-21T10:16:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chronic Future - Time and Time Again</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't updated in forever cause I've been doing a lot of stuff lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleep habits have been very strange lately. I've been like noctournal and junk. I got that all over with now. I go to bed at like 10:00PM now and wake up at like 9:00AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just bought a Playstation 2 and he keeps leaving it here and I don't like it cause there's games and crap taking up a lot of space. My special corner is all covered now with my big amp, magazines, and the PS2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. I got this really neat mini-amp the other day too. It takes one 9 volt battery and you can carry it around in your pocket and stuff. It's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. I have nothing else to say.</content>
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