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  <title>Pirates vs Ninjas</title>
  <subtitle>The Chronicles Of War</subtitle>
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    <name>The One and Only Crispy</name>
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  <updated>2005-05-01T08:45:27Z</updated>
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    <title>I HAVE A NEW LIVEJOURNAL!!</title>
    <published>2005-05-01T08:45:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T08:45:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SEE?!?? LOOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/enuffaboutjapan"&gt;EnuffAboutJapan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me as a friend. Again.</content>
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    <title>Drugs</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T06:26:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T06:26:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Are Yummy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:it_never_ends88:27388</id>
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    <title>HA!</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T04:02:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T04:02:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.nothingnice.com/comics/20040811.gif"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:it_never_ends88:27034</id>
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    <title>Damn</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T00:55:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T00:55:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It looks like someone went and broke the Runts. We're not a band any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMMIT.</content>
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    <title>TXL OWNS</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T02:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T05:36:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.teamlighthouse.tk" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/team_lighthouse_owns/banner.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.teamlighthouse.tk" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/team_lighthouse_owns/banner.gif"&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste that code to add a linked up banner to your webpage!!</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2005-04-01T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T05:48:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T05:48:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Mitch Hedberg died. This is not an April Fool's joke, at least not on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P., Mitch. You'll be juggling chainsaws and eating swiss cheese with the man upstairs.</content>
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    <title>fuck that</title>
    <published>2005-03-19T22:29:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-19T22:29:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Never mind about the Warped thing. I got it all figgered out. I might very well go to Warped twice this summer (once in Indy and once in Milwaukee, but we'll see).</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2005-03-19T04:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-19T09:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-19T09:26:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Problematic" by ALL</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Back from Arizona, pressing news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warped Tour in Indy is going to suck ass. Billy Talent, The Explosion, The Unseen, Tsunami Bomb, and Strike Anywhere will ALL be absent. No fucking way. HOWEVER, all those bands are playing the show in Columbus, OH, which also happens to be the first show of the tour. And all those bands are going to be on the same stage, so I'm just going to plant my ass at Maurice all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLUMBUS IS ONLY 4 HOURS AWAY!! WHO THE FUCK IS GOING WITH ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And by that, I mean, "Who the fuck is going to drive me there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy, the boy with no vagina-):</content>
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    <title>Maybe?</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T05:50:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T05:50:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Post-War Breakout" by Anti-Flag</lj:music>
    <content type="html">One last update before I go to Arizona for Spring-ass Break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian is back. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is bleached-blond, REALLY blond, but I sort of want to die it lime-ass green before I go to Arizona... I dunno, maybe after I get back. I want to grow it out so you can see the roots, and then maybe cut it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to quit eating food and start being skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bunch of new clothes. That makes me happy. A new wardrobe for meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this entire entry has shaped up to make me sound quite gay. Very gay indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got annoyed, so I completely redid &lt;a href="http://www.runtpunx.tk" target="_blank"&gt;the Runts' website&lt;/a&gt;. Tell me what you think please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. See you in a week and a half, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy still hates Matthew Hale, dammit-):&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make all those crazy Arizonans &lt;i&gt;rekkinize Crispy ain't fuck' around, son!&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>MAAAAAAAN...</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T02:55:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T02:55:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck nazis.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:it_never_ends88:24791</id>
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    <title>YO!!</title>
    <published>2005-02-27T07:47:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T07:47:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I'm gonna eat you like CHINESE FOOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 4, I got a call from Jay asking me if I could do a radio show. So I called up my trusty sidekick Matt-boy and we sprung into punk rockin' action and took over WFHB with Green Day, Sixer, Flashlight Brown, and the like, with the help of Katie doing talkie. We rocked it, went back to my house, and ate some food. After that, we headed back to the radio station and hung out with the loads of people who were there and listened to the Teen News Network show thing. I'm impressed. We grabbed Bethy and headed over to Sarah's house to get her and Monica, and ended up watching a video of a woman queefing on a candle until it blew out. I have been scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Wilkie Quad for a hip hop show. THAT'S RIGHT, Crispy went to a fucking hip hop show. It was fun, too. We walked in to find a rap battle in session. It was cool, too. A few of the dudes were kind of shitty, but the outcome involved one finalist, a guy, accusing the other, a lesbian, of turning the battle into the Vagina Monologues. We went back to the station to pick up Dave. You know, the 30-pushing sound guy from Rhino's. He came back with us to Wilkie, where Brother Ali, big white Minnesotan of Rhymesayers fame, had begun his set. He's toured with Atmosphere, of whom I'm sure you've heard. I wasn't too into it at first, thinking it was sort of boring, but it got a lot better after a while. At the show, I saw a kid who graduated from North last year, trying to be all cool and failing miserably; Makiu; and the guitarist from Johnny Fallout and the Radiation (not Josh, the other one). How weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you're into that kinda thing, ATMO-FUCKING-SPHERE is playing at Rhino's on Thursday. It's $15, but it'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy the gangsta???-):</content>
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    <title>Okeydokey Kereoke</title>
    <published>2005-02-01T02:41:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-01T02:41:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Pictures In The Mirror" by The Living End</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Everything is smoothed out in the way of Alyssa, who was the only person I had problems with in the first place. We talked. It's none of your business any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is bullshit, and you can take it up with Alyssa or Matt. If anyone gets in some sort of trouble, it's not because of me, got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if this has inadvertently turned into a war between alkies and straight edgers, here is all I have to say. All you fuckers on both "sides" know where I stand on this. I'm friends with people who drink, but I'm not magnificent bestest buddies with them. My best friends are ones I can be around whether or not it's the weekend or the weekday. I'm not going to be going to any of your parties, which are, in my opinion, completely stupid. However, if your opinion is that drinking is an acceptable thing, I accept that. And if you want to go to parties, whatever. But you know I'm not going to be hanging out with you much. If that's "wrong", you're just a fucking dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace with you all. If you still want to kill me or whatever, perhaps my buddies with sluggers and smilies can change your mind ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy always does the right thing, don't he?-):</content>
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    <title>Oh Jesus.</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T20:33:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T20:33:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is so fucking retarded. Here's what's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt emailed Alyssa's mom and attached some pictures of her doing some things she probably shouldn't have been doing. Yeah. Matt did it. Despite all your stupid rumors,  I didn't email her mom, I didn't tell Matt to... I wasn't even standing there with him when he did it. I had nothing to do with Matt's decision. And according to all you losers, I didn't have any place to tell him what to do. Because friends aren't supposed to influence other friends' decisions, right? Quit getting on my back about this. No one is going to get in trouble but Alyssa. And Matt only emailed her mom because he was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was he concerned? I mean, it wasn't a big deal, right? She was just having fun, right? Well if she was just having fun, she shouldn't have presented this to Matt like it was a big fucking deal. What's he supposed to think when Alyssa is treating this like it's some kind of government cover-up? Before you jump to conclusions, I'd give Matt the benefit of the doubt, because before your ass was on the line, you probably considered him a really good friend. For some reason everyone just assumed Matt was out to destroy everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy-):</content>
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    <title>A public rebuke</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T04:08:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-29T04:08:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"You Lied" by Green Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dearest Alyssa, whose integrity I seem to have gravely miscalculated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To refer to irrelevant instances is not to strengthen your stance when defending your case. Your accusations are by no means based in any fact so you have no supporting evidence, and furthermore you made no attempts to dispel my own allegations, therefore your entire response to my nay saying was futile. But if I may try to make some sense of it and reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your decision to illegally consume beverages consisting of a mixture of lemonade and beer, inelegant to say the least, was certainly not what aggravated me, however disappointed I was to discover how readily you were willing to sacrifice your morals and good taste as a means of impressing your peers. Nor was I so provoked by the fact that you would later dishonor the names of said peers, as a means of keeping my good expectations in check. But I was simply appalled at your struggling bid to betray my trust. To trick me into standing behind that which I have never supported by disguising it as a worthy cause. To crouch, obscured by a wall of dissimulation, so as to eschew from the inevitable encounter with the doomsayer, because you know he comes to you as a voice of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to allude to an instance involving Matt, of which you surely are convinced is similar in its composition. In all his honesty and loyalty to his confidant, Matt approached me and described to me an ordeal in which he indulged in the apples to which I am so opposed. As a true friend, he discussed with me this ordeal, bearing in mind that his words may hurt me, and asking for my forgiveness. Of course, I accepted his apology and thought no more of it. I congratulate you on a marvelous effort to try to evade your own consequences by shedding light upon someone else’s wrongdoings, of which I was already aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that worries me about your new corrosive and dishonest habits is your incessant attempt to tarnish Matt’s name in order to bring attention upon yourself. Privy to the honest truth, I will not be extending my sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, your pursuit of acceptance in the way of slander, deception, and ultimately self-destruction, is not as I would have expected from you several weeks ago. But now my eyes are open and I am seeing new things that have changed my mind about your personality. I am led to wonder if I ever knew you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, your adoring fan,&lt;br /&gt;Crispy</content>
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    <title>So</title>
    <published>2005-01-26T06:22:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-26T06:22:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got bored and decided to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people who read this journal play an instrument? Comment and say whatcha play and for how long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy is a Fire Engine-):</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2005-01-19T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T05:55:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T05:57:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"False Shephard" by The Bradleys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dude! The Runts played at Uncle Fester's last night, and we kicked balls! We got some money and free drinks! But they were soft drinks. But it still kicked ass. Awesome time. After the show, I watched some of the next band's set (Johnny Fallout and the Radiation; they kick ass). Then I left and went to sleep. Well, the nect day I found out that Ian had been in a pit while Applecore was playing their last song, and he fell on some broken glass! He got all gashed up and bloody! Ewww!! Dave from the Nicotones drove him to the hospital and stayed with him until his parents could get there. If you like icky pictures, you will love &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v473/runtpunx15/bloodyian-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1104014950drama-nerds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Drama nerd&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Drama nerd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Punk/Rebel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Loner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Goth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Stoner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="19" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Geek&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;13%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=987"&gt;What's Your High School Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about right.</content>
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    <title>What the fuck...</title>
    <published>2005-01-16T17:52:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T17:52:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"In The End" by The Living End</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Some weird shit is going down, and I wish I could get to the bottom of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I recieved this email the other night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a 6 piece Hard Rock Alternative band from St. Louis, Missouri called Blame Gary.  We are a mix of Saves the Day, At the Drive-in, Coheed and Cambria, Taking Back Sunday, Finch and any music from the 80's. We are looking for help with booking a summer tour.  We are an extremely hard working band.  We will show up to every date as early as possible to promote the show by handing out flyers and by networking with other people.  The only thing we are looking for is gas money, anything more is just bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could help us out with a show around these dates and locations (Nothing has to be exact) then we would be truly greatful.  We will repay you by promoting your band, venue, company, swapping shows or any other means we can.&lt;br /&gt;Below is an online presskit.  All of this information can also be found at our website www.blamegary.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to which I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Automated Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) You should find out what a band sounds like before you send messages to them asking them to hook up shows. We are a punk band and no one would like your music at our shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Book your own fucking shows instead of asking other bands to do it for you. Hard-working my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Bad Religion, Madonna, and the New York Philharmonic all released music in the 80's, and you don't sound a thing like any one of them, you fucking joke band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-CRISPY-):&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blamegarysucks.com"&gt;http://www.blamegarysucks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was funny.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Every O'Clock Is No Pants O'Clock</title>
    <published>2005-01-09T06:44:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-09T06:44:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica (played x103 in the car)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">MATT came up with "no pants o'clock". Quit saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Ice played in Franklin, IN at Club Logos today. It's a freakin' cool place. It's upstairs, and it's got a big stage, a nice glass-door cooler with several dozen bottles of water for the bands, strobe lights, at least 4 fog machines, a good sound system and a real-ass sound booth, an area with tables with stools that are schway cool, another hang-out-ish area with concessions featuring JONES soda, 2 TVs with Xbox and PS2, a Space Jam pinball machine, 2 pool tables, an air hockey table, a Grinch thing that sings and moves, and a wall-of-fame type thing with photos of all the bands that have played there. The only things were that it's so big, it feels like even though there were 66 people there, it felt like there was barely anyone; the crowd sorta sucked and they weren't into us much (not that we didn't play well); we couldn't curse while we were talking to the audience; we couldn't hear the drums as well as we wished we could; we had a few fuck-ups; and we only got $22, which is less than half of what we would have gotten at a show at Rhino's with the same turnout and the same number of bands, even though the cover charge at Rhino's is $2 less than at Logos. BUT, for $10, they're sending us a DVD of our live set, with which we can do what we please. We'll be back, and maybe we'll bring more people (only Alyssa and Jerrica showed up, and they came right at the end of our set).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy Like Freakin' Nuts-):</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2005-01-04T13:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-04T18:52:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-04T18:52:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This song is called "Quit". It's by a band called Dry Ice. Tell me what you fucking think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me questions I've been holding in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I repeat back what I have been told&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I was so blind&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see that I am too old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination, trepidation&lt;br /&gt;Causing my sleep deprivation&lt;br /&gt;Standard evaluation of wit&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission of repetition&lt;br /&gt;Equations and definitions&lt;br /&gt;Just give up my ambitions and... GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is free, freedom isn't cheap&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling uninspired&lt;br /&gt;In this new place, I'm trying my best to count some sheep&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination, trepidation&lt;br /&gt;Causing my sleep deprivation&lt;br /&gt;Standard evaluation of wit&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission of repetition&lt;br /&gt;Equations and definitions&lt;br /&gt;Just give up my ambitions and... GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIT!</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2005-01-01T02:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T07:26:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-01T07:26:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Untitled Glue-Sniffing Not-So-Serious Love Song"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know what to call this song but I just wrote it... The lyrics anyway. You people should help me name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl’s the cutest girl to make a model plane&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are often itchy and she’s sort of scatterbrained&lt;br /&gt;She smells like Victoria’s Secret mixed with ethyl acetate&lt;br /&gt;But she’s constantly all over me in an intoxicated state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what’s in her head&lt;br /&gt;Besides the shit that she puts up her nose&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s hard for her to breathe when we make out&lt;br /&gt;Because her nostrils are sealed closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she sniffs too much glue for me&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t understand why I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;I should know when enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;I may be blind but at least I can smell stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl’s the hottest girl and she’s always stuck on me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m her type or maybe her hands are sticky&lt;br /&gt;When she passes out I know it’s time to get some rest&lt;br /&gt;She’s constantly acting giddy or strung out and depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she tells me that when she gets out of here&lt;br /&gt;She’ll make a living fixing furniture&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I kinda got to worry about my dear&lt;br /&gt;When I witness one of those crazy seizures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she sniffs too much glue for me&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t understand why I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;I should know when enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;I may be blind but at least I can smell stuff</content>
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    <title>Happy Mothafuckin' 2005!</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T06:04:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-04T18:51:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AAAAAUGH! IT'S AWFUL!!! AAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy New Year to all you bitches and bastards who read my journal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Ice played a disasterous show. No one was into it, and the songs got all fucked up. But at least our future shows will be better!!? I guess I have some ideas. I'm always bummed if a show is just "OK" because no matter what, it's somebody's first time seeing us and all they're going to think is "Meh..." HOWEVER, to my surprise, I got a complement on our cover of NoFX's "Linoleum".</content>
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    <title>Ho Ho Whore</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T17:49:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T17:52:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My cousin's college recital?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy (merry?) Decemberween Eve from an overly dramatic household in Freeport, Long Island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Crispy is doin' good. The &lt;a href="http://www.runtpunx.tk" target="_blank"&gt;Runts&lt;/a&gt; recorded a few songs at Scottie Dog Music, and now all we have to do is wait for Ian to return from Chicago, raise our funds, get the vocals down just right, completely record 3 more songs, mix and master all of them, design a CD package, and get the money to print CD's, and we'll have an EP! Really, it's that easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Runts also won 2nd place at the &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;attle &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;f the &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ands, thanks to the voters! It was really cool. We had an awesome time, and the crowd was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that The (New) Runts have established something of a name in the Bloomington band scene, I can focus some time on Dry Ice. We're playing on New Year's Eve at Rhino's. And a week later, we're playing in Franklin at Club Logos with NewYorkToNowhere. Then, a week after THAT, Ian returns from the Windy City to play Punk Rock Night with the Runts in Indianapolis! Kick ass. That's enough bullshit about my bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in New York (Freeport, LI, to be precise), and getting ready for &lt;i&gt;Selfish Greedy Use-Jesus-As-An-Excuse Present Day&lt;/i&gt;! Woohoo! The tree is up and the plastic lights are blinking. I am surrounded by pussies and a few bitches. And that's not to mention all the pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are (hopefully) on their way. Indiana is SCREWED with snow. So much so that I've seen Bloomington on several national news spots. In New York, there is NO snow. It even rained last night. I'm sort of glad, because all I have are Chucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry has lots of paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:(-Crispy will see you when he gets back-):</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2004-12-13T22:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-14T03:06:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T03:41:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/dryicemusic/dilj.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2004-12-11T03:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T08:18:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-11T08:18:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"In The End" by The Living End</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm not mad at anyone. I guess I just sort of set a test for myself and failed... But no hard feelings, homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I changed my layout. I'm teaching myself flash (that's how I made my icon). Aaaaand... All my shit from Interpunk might come today. I didn't know Saturday counted as a UPS day, but apparently it does. And my order is in Indianapolis as of 12:08 on Saturday morning. Sooo... Yay. Purple hair, here I come.</content>
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    <title>it_never_ends88 @ 2004-12-10T00:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T05:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T05:14:07Z</updated>
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