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  		<atom:updated>2008-06-17 07:06:59</atom:updated>
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   	 		<atom:name>themutt2</atom:name>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Fuck Fuckity FUCK FUCK FUCK!]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>105238</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-06-04 18:47:39</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[What the fuck? I hate him. He is NOT my brother anymore. I j ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ What the fuck? I hate him. He is NOT my brother anymore. I just want to kill that fucking tool. ARGH! FUCK! Why doesn't he just fall in a well and die? He never fucking listens to me, and everyone always takes his fucking side, no matter how ridiculous his claims are. FUCK! Why am I always on my own? They believe every fucking thing that comes out of his fucking smug little face. And when I try to tell how badly he treats me, my cries fall on deaf ears. It's not fair. I am just so pissed right now. 

































FUCK! ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[New Girlfriend.]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>103916</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-06-01 21:20:39</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/New-Girlfriend.-103916/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[     Hey. What's up, thoughts.com? My last blog entry was a  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[      Hey. What's up, thoughts.com? My last blog entry was a little depressing, but this one contains good news for a change. In case you haven't figured it out based on the title, I have a girlfriend. Yeah. That's right. Charlie Brown finally got more than a rock in his candy bag. I'll try to show you the timeline of how this happened.


     May 2007 - March 2008 - We realize how much we have common (basically everything!)


     March - May 2008 - I start picking up on the signals she's sending. Dude, she's totally into me.


     Thursday night - stayed up on MSN talking from 9pm to 1am. At about 11:30pm, we start talking about how you would feel if you were truly in love with someone, and not just a crush. We settle on "If you were truly in love with someone, you'd cut off your own arms just to be with them." (Remember that!)


     Friday night - Another late night on MSN (9:30 - 12:30). At about 11:30pm, she asks "Have you found anyone you would cut off your own arms for?" (A HUGE hint, right there, eh?) I say "It's possible. Have you?" She says "Yeah. It's possible ;)" I say "Wait, you're dropping hints, aren't you?" She says "Maybe" I say "I'm pretty oblivious. You should probably just out and tell me what it is you're hinting." She pauses for a second and says "I'd cut off my own arm to be with you."

     Saturday morning - 8:00 am - She leaves on a bus for Quebec. She won't be back until late Wednesday night. It's killing me. I actually feel something for this girl. I've barely gone 48 hours without talking to her and I can't do it. In my last relationship, we went days, sometimes weeks without talking and that never bothered me one bit. This one is different. I think I actually love her. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Another Fucking Disappointing Blog Entry]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>101115</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-25 22:28:20</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Shit. I've had a rough couple of lifetimes. I haven't seen m ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Shit. I've had a rough couple of lifetimes. I haven't seen my Dad in over five months and it's getting to me. He only lives about 20 kilometers away (if that) but I can't even talk to him. But that's not my fault. Or his fault. My mom is a psychotic bitch and is constantly paranoid that I am plotting something against her. If someone comes to the door for me after 7:30, then there's apparently something going on and apparently I know exactly what it is. But I don't. Don't give her that attitude. She'll find out what it is. I can't even get two phone calls in an hour. God forbid I have a social life and more than just one person enjoys my company. Jesus. That's why I stay up in my room all day. (And I mean ALL DAY) And that's why I'm faling at school. And that's why I'm faliing at life. Because I'm not good enough. I don't live up to the impossible standards that are set for me But maybe it is all my fault. It's my fault my mom is a passive-aggressive bitch. It's my fault she doesn't tell me anything (when my parents got divorced, she was planning on not telling me. And she never did. I had to learn it from my dad who expected me to already know.) I'm a social retard. And that's why I have a blog. If there's anyone out there, please help me. I never ask for anything, but out of the goodness of your heart, help me out of this mess. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Fuck.]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>101106</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-25 21:59:58</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Damn, people are needy. Why the fuck must we continue to bot ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Damn, people are needy. Why the fuck must we continue to bother other people with our insignificant problems? "Oh no! I crashed daddy's Mercedes and spilled my Starbucks double mocha grande frappucino all over the popped collar of my new Ambercrombie polo shirt! My life is ruined!" That's pretty much what I hear in my fucking prep town every week. Blah blah blee blah. Get some real problems, ya tools. God I hate them so much. If my town blew up right now, killing every single person in it, including me, I wouldn't care. I don't care if I would die, because at least I'd take down a few hundred preps with me. 




       Fuck. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[May 12th - Special?]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>95823</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-12 06:40:37</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Today is May 12, 2008, and I have reason to believe that som ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Today is May 12, 2008, and I have reason to believe that something out of the ordinary will happen today. The last two May 12th's have had significant events on them. May 12, 2006: attended my first concert (after getting the tickets for free!) ever (Our Lady Peace, great show!) And May 12, 2007: Went to the regional finals for a team at school. And you might be saying "Nah, just a coincidence!" But those were the only May 12's I've spent in this town. I moved here on March 31, 2006. So I'll just wait and see. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Happy Freakin' Birthday to Me (sarcasm).]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>74937</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-13 21:33:28</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Great. Now I'm 15. My email inbox tells me that about a doze ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Great. Now I'm 15. My email inbox tells me that about a dozen people or so have sent me birthday wishes. And that's nice. But noone at my house acknowledged that it was my birthday at all. In fact, I was treated with hostility as usual. God I hate it here. My mother spazzes out over nothing. And I mean NOTHING. One time, she threw a remote at me because I had moved the newspaper that was sitting on the table an inch. An inch. Today was basically a wreck. As of 11:00 last night, she's been constantly screaming at me because she has the notion that I took her digital camera. Fuck. I have an older sister (20 years old) and a younger brother (11 years old)  that could also have taken it, but she immediately jumps to the conclusion that I took it. And she was VIOLENTLY mad about it. Slamming stuff around. That includes people. But it's not all so bad; I found a nickel today.  ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Great. Paranoia.]]></atom:title>
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  			<atom:updated>2008-03-09 19:22:30</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I'm going insane. I'm locked in my room, basically pacing ba ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ I'm going insane. I'm locked in my room, basically pacing back and forth. I don't know what's going on in my head. And neither do you. Do you? If you do, please tell me. It would be a tremendous help. Anywya, so I'm basically pacing back and forth. But not physically. I'm mentally pacing back and forth, if you follow? I shouldn't be feeling this way. But it's not my fault. I was forced into this. My family freaks out over nothing. And I HATE it. I feel like dying.  ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[I Just Watched Something Die]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>69389</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-02-28 18:33:08</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I just got back from walking my dog. This wasn't a very long ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ I just got back from walking my dog. This wasn't a very long walk because I really wanted to get back so I could get a good look at the ground about a block from my house. I had just left my house and had only walked about 50 metres. I kept walking and a car drove by. Not a real big deal. Just a car. I see dozens every day. Anyway, so this car keeps driving, then I hear this *SNAP* and I look over my shoulder towards the car, and lying in the street was a dark lump (it's about 7:30pm, vision is limited). It wasn't moving. "Oh," I think, "Maybe it's just a piece of the bumper?". About half a second later, the lump starts to thrash violently, going faster and faster. And then it stops. The cat is dead. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[February 18, 2008; 8:15 pm.]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>65675</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-02-18 19:19:37</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/February-18%2C-2008%3B-8%3A15-pm.-65675/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Haven't 'blogged in about two weeks. That's right. I spelled ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Haven't 'blogged in about two weeks. That's right. I spelled "blog" with an apostrophe. That's because it's actually short for the words "web log". Random, no? Anyway, a very happy birthday to Raine Maida. He turns 38 today and I thought I'd throw that in there. That's out of the way. Back to business. My mental health has not improved any over the last two weeks. I've gotten a bit more confident musically (did I mention I'm a bassist?) I learned all of "Life" by Our Lady Peace yesterday. Wasn't too hard; just followed the tabs and listened with the recording. But it's a fun song and I like it. They're a good band. Too bad Gravity came along... let's not go there. Anyway, the relatonship with my mother hasn't gotten any better. If anything, it's gotten worse. Who knows how long it'll be before something bad happens. Only time will tell. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[February 3, 2008. 2 am.]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>58599</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-02-03 01:16:24</atom:updated>
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  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Life and death are curious things. They almost thrive off of ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Life and death are curious things. They almost thrive off of each other. Or at least that's my opinion. I say that there are two constants in this equation. We only live because we die, and we only die because we live. Listen to the track "R.K. on Death" on "Spiritual Machines"; the fourth studio album from the band Our Lady Peace. He brings up many good points. We do everything to avoid death, yet some have chosen to accept the inevitability. We cannot truly be alive unless we accept that death exists. Why live your life in fear of something that is gonna happen sooner or later? We might as well quit using batteries; they're only gonna burn out eventually.  ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[My Theory of Destiny]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>54696</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-01-24 21:15:53</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/My-Theory-of-Destiny-54696/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Next time something bad happens, don't get mad or upset. Eve ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Next time something bad happens, don't get mad or upset. Everything happens for a reason. It was supposed to happen. We all live in a giant movie and we're just reading the script and being really good actors. And sometimes our characters get killed off. The only thing is, I don't think we have a director. But we must have some sort of writer, right? How can a script write itself? ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[What's The Point?]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>54689</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-01-24 21:00:35</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/What%27s-The-Point%3F-54689/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I know people that really want to die. And this raises a ver ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ I know people that really want to die. And this raises a very big question with me: if someone REALLY wants to die, should we let them? If that's what will make them happy, isn't it the right thing to do? In the olden days, if you were caught attempting suicide, you were hanged. I myself have thought about suicide once or twice. The only thing that's stopping me is the one thing that makes me want to do it: living with my mother. What if I don't do it right? The rope breaks; I cut the wrong vein/artery; or something along those lines. If I survive the attempt and my mother finds out, I'll never hear the end of it. I'll be a failure in life AND death. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[An Interesting Question...]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>54682</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-01-24 20:31:33</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/An-Interesting-Question...-54682/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Okay, so I just got out of the shower. While in the shower,  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Okay, so I just got out of the shower. While in the shower, I had this strange thought; if it was actually possible to tunnel from here to China through the earth, would you ever get there? After you got to a certain point, the opposing gravity would push you back towards where you came from (in my case, Canada). And if there was already a tunnel from Canada to China and you jumped into it, you'd probably get stuck about halfway. Gravity from both sides of the earth would each be pushing you "down". There are only two possible outcomes in this situation: 1) You hang there in midair until you are somehow rescued. Or 2) You implode. 



So much for digging that hole to China. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Religion vs. Spirituality]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>53648</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-01-22 18:11:33</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/Religion-vs.-Spirituality-53648/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Second blog today.

How many of you reading this consider  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Second blog today.

How many of you reading this consider yourselves to be spiritual? How many consider yourselves to be religious? How many believe in organized religion?


I may not be an atheist, but I'm not really into the whole "organized religion" thing. I may be Agnostic, but I'm still spiritual. Heath Ledger died less than four hours ago. He was 28. Read my last blog entry and you'll know what should be written here. Was he religious? Spiritual? What will happen to what may or not be his soul? ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[What Will Happen at YOUR Funeral?]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>53632</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-01-22 17:47:44</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/What-Will-Happen-at-YOUR-Funeral%3F-53632/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Yeah. 
Hey. What's up, fellow bloggers? A thought just stru ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Yeah. 
Hey. What's up, fellow bloggers? A thought just struck me: what if there isn't anything on the other side of death? I mean no heaven, no hell, just nothing? A blank screen? What then? 

Is life just a computer game? This scenario kind of sounds like a video game to me; 
GAME OVER
INSERT COIN

??
Is that what happens? Game over? What about these coins we can insert? How would one go about getting a free game? Maybe P1 dies and comes back as P2? 

Think about it.  ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[January 6th, 3:45 pm.]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>46393</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-01-06 14:48:15</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/January-6th%2C-3%3A45-pm.-46393/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Howdy. I haven't posted a blog in a while, but i'll make it  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Howdy. I haven't posted a blog in a while, but i'll make it up to you, I swear! Another teen died last week. She was about my age, 14. I can't quite remember her name, but you all now who I'm talking about. I think her last name was Fengle or something? Anyway, she was stabbed several times and left to die in the snowy streets of what I think was Toronto. Damn. What was going through the minds of the kids that killed her? Geez. No matter how mad I was at somebody, I'd never kill them. And that brings me to my next point. What's on the other side of death? What happens to us after we die? What awaits us? ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Official Post #1]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>42006</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2007-12-27 01:49:34</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/Official-Post-%231-42006/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[It's blogging time! And almost 2:45 am. I started this blog  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ It's blogging time! And almost 2:45 am. I started this blog about an hour ago in the hopes of obtaining a regret-free lifestyle. So far so good. Of course, being the age that I am, I am highly vulnerable to a pretty face. This particular pretty face, however, is nigh unattainable. Wow. What a surprise. I have felt this way about her for the past 21 months. I can't tell you her real name for safety issues, but I'll refer to her as "S". I obviously don't have much of a chance with her, but I wish I could tell her how i felt. The opportunity will reveal itself in due time. I hope. ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[December 27, 2007, 2am ]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>41999</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2007-12-27 01:11:39</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/themutt2/blog/December-27%2C-2007%2C-2am--41999/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Hey out there. It's me, themutt2. And this is my first ever  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Hey out there. It's me, themutt2. And this is my first ever blog. So, it's about 2am now and I'm trying to muffle the keys as much as I can to avoid waking my mum. Shh, we have to whisper now.First, I should probably explain why I started this blog. Nobody will probably ever read this, but here goes.About 10 minutes ago, I was surfing the web, and I came across yet another FaceBook group dedicated to another kid who had died recently. I got to thinking: what was on this kids mind as he died?did he regret anything?these things that people were saying about him: were they true?how many things did he never get to say?Too many young kids are dying these days. I may someday be one of them. With the number of school related shootings growing every year, I could easily be shot down. I could be abducted and then later murdered. Anything could happen. I could die tomorrow. I don't want to be that kid who dies with a thousand unsaid thoughts on my lips. And that's why I started this blog. To say exactly what I want to. To live with no regrets. We live in paranoid times, the best we can do is be healthy.Cheers!themutt2. ]]>
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