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    <description><![CDATA[i act. it's my forte, my adrenaline rush. my goal isn't hollywood-for-fakes, but broadway, baby!
i've never met the perfect guy for me, but i keep getting attracted to &quot;the perfect guy(s).&quot;
my hair can be defined as somewhere between curly, wavy, and what-the-hell.
i don't like wearing a whole lot of make-up. some guys are offended by that.
i have an addiction concerning orange tic tacs. paulie bleeker is my hero.
i can crack the toes on my right foot. i can also wiggle my ears. 
i am a sucker for musical theater. and a total theater geek.
i've been to italy, and it is more romantic than it sounds.
people like me. heck, some people love me. i think...
i am obsessed with movies about ballroom dancing.
i happen to know where Saint Kitts and Nevis are.
i'm an optimistic realist. if that makes any sense.
my car has a name, and my cat is boy george.
i can't roll my r's. i can't curl my tongue, either.
i can only snap the fingers on my right hand.
i am not perfect. and i like that about me.
i don't think faith is defined by religion.
i like sunshine and rainy days.
i'm terrified of riding a bike.
i write. a lot. a lot a lot.
i am a music hunter.
i don't drink coffee.
i actually think.
i hate aristotle.
i can't whistle.
i love.
i am.
i.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[8.8.08]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/2824911/8808/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[rest in peace, kyle arras.
you have no idea how much you will be missed.

good lord, those thunderstorms were you, weren't they? i knew it.
it isn't like you to not make a grand entrance.
i love you.

-dana]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-08-08T17:12:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[critical]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/2774861/critical/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[7.29.08

you were all right two days ago. when you talked to me.

now you're not.



7.30.08

you never think things like this hit close to home.
until it lands with an explosion. 
the ringing is still in my ears a day later...

you. you.
you were always strong-willed. 
you ran marathons for fun and conquered summits in your spare time.
something tells me you are strong enough to get up and get through.







you have absolutely no idea how hard i'm praying for you, kyle.
how hard we're all praying.




hang on. i mean it.



-d]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-07-31T01:40:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[so you can't hold a star in your hand]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/2618521/cant-hold-star-hand/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[it turns out i have no self-discipline. either i was born without it or i'm just pulling the wool over my own eyes. or the cotton, because i can still see through it. i just act blind.

self-discipline has nothing to do with it; who the hell am i kidding? my friends offer me encouragement, or distract me, and i'm oh-so-thankful; genuinely i am. but i learn by my own negative method. similar to the philosophical definition of 'removing everything that it is not until it is', you remove all negative-positive energy. don't tell me it'll be alright, don't tell me things will work themselves out, don't tell me i'm doing the right thing. news flash: i'm not.

you put me down. tell it to me straightforward--don't be afraid to be blunt. be hurtful, a little, if it'll help. if i can't see that i'm not reaching the destination, i'll keep walking around in the clouds, unaware that the solid earth is miles beneath me and oops--haven't exactly brought my wings for this (the feathers keep molting). i thought i was flying, or floating, but i'm falling. oh look, the rocks......

tell me to do it. threaten me. give me an ultimatum. throw cold water on me and i'll wake up from whatever-the-hell i was tripping on when i thought it would be okay on its own. my own mother taught me well...she's the only one who tells me things like that on a daily basis (as if it were milk on the shopping list--always needed). and lo and utter behold, i snap to attention and set my nose to the grindstone (i wonder why it still points up?). otherwise, i'm "planted still"...i can't move, i can't move on. way it's always been, way it always will be, i expect.

--move? move where?

i have a destination. i have a goal. i aim to get there--you don't know how it is here. you want to stay in this town, because it ain't too small and it ain't too big; because it is nice after all, and you know people here. but right beneath my skin is a sensation, one that i've grown used to over the growing months since i've been freed from secondary schooling. it's a strong, buzzing sensation, and when i'm reminded of the reasons why i actually hate this town, it growls. it's a hunger and a thirst. a song and yet an antici...

...PATED silence. it gives me grief for being rooted to the spot and growing joy for the time yet to come. it fights me down when yet another external source, related to this place, cuts me in the knife fight, and builds me up when i accomplish one centimeter of the entire 300-400 miles (mountains included) separating me from said dream. it makes my hair stand up on end when i hear the word, and instantly i'm transported to visions, snapshots, only flickers of moments of hours in the days i've actually spent there. there are so many things standing in the way, and yet don't you see?

i have to get there.
have to.
have to get there.
GET THERE.

it's screaming through; almost radiant light bursting through every pore in my skin, i'm surprised i don't dazzle in the sunlight! clawing my way there! knocking everything down in my path (i have to GET THERE!)! almost in the palm of my hand, which is glowing! GLOWING! LIGHTS!! i head for the light, i must get to THOSE LIGHTS!!!!







"rusted wheel planted still
rusted wheel can't move on"



where is the growling? 
subsided. 

i had my moment, my vision. plant my feet, now, on the good earth. walk through everything else first. know where you're going before you get there.

"so you can’t hold a star in your hand though
at least you can hold on to another plan"

-d]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-07-03T00:20:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[caught]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/2618511/caught/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[i'm at a point. a sharp point. a point where i don't know who i really am. i am unidentifiable. i try to let what i wear on the outside--my clothes, my expressions, my vocal thoughts--identify who i am. but i'm just putting on a show for everyone else; everyone knows who i am, whether they see through me or not. <br />  <br />  but this one year has changed me so much, from every angle: physically; emotionally; mentally; spiritually. and what hurts the most is not that i don't believe in what i used to, but that i'm not sure what i believe in. like i've said before, not knowing scares me. i hate the unknown; i'm sure, at heart, we all fear it. despite the cluttering mess on my desk and nightstand and in my car, i like being organized. i like charting a course. adventures scare me. and if this is a journey of some sort, this is the part where i'm hopelessly lost...i'm waiting for the eureka moment, but so far all i can do is stare at the map in confusion.<br />  <br />  i am so lucky to have people who love me enough to tell me so, in so many words, or in so few, or maybe with silence. but ultimately, i have to find my own way.<br />  <br />  what went wrong?<br />  <br />  i'm losing my grip on religion. i don't feel like organized religion anymore. i've almost had it with money--money spent on new carpet and new stained glass windows along one wall and a new cross at the front of the sanctuary. i'm tired of not knowing what's right and wrong in God's eyes? where is the line drawn, and who is telling me the wrong answers? is there such thing as destiny, fate? do we have our own lives planned ahead of us? is there no way we can escape the storyline? or did God just create us and set us with free will? true free will; we are masters of our own lives--God just watching over us? i know i'm a horrible sinner. how much more "forgiveness" can i ask of this God before He gets tired of me asking and tells me i'm no longer truly faithful?<br />  <br />  this is all too much for me. that and my wavering grades in school and my inability to be reliable makes me want to break the stupid mirror i've been looking into every time i decide to "reflect upon myself"--the lights above have been tricking me.<br />  <br />  i'm at the edge of a knife. i could fall one way or the other.<br />  <br />  so i'll just take one step and...fall forward.]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-06-12T00:17:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[admissions]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/723451/admissions/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[how could i know i was stepping on glass, and it only cut through my shoe, and pricked my toe, and now i have a tiny wound from which pity like a pin-sized drop of blood comes; apparently you are cut all over; your mask hides more than i thought, i guess, or is this your mask? the grave and sunken face of a wounded soldier, innocent and fighting for a good cause, 

how could you deceive me, talk to me in friend-like tones, encourage me to brave the headfirst dive into a repeated episode that, now that i think of it, will probably have an annual reoccurence. step, step, you got closer to me, you thought you could make me see only who you were, when your ghost was laughing and joking about poisoning your bloodstream with friends of the same interest, telling me you had faith when you had faith in lying and wearing two faces. when you told me you thought her manner and interests were unbecoming to you, you had thought them a notch shorter than glorious all along, even when her attention was placed elsewhere. 

hypocrite, here's the thing: i don't like you. you used to be my friend. i don't want to patch things up, regardless of my lack of sewing skills. i tried to erase you for a reason-because they all had done the same to me before, and it worked. i never wanted to write you back in. 

i apologize if your feelings are hurt, or even if you just tell me so. i'm sorry for the way i went about it. but i'm not sorry for my reasons.

i regret the fact that i used to be in your position, and that it probably will happen again to me, but i'm much, much more mature than you now, and so i now believe my actions and reactions will differ from now on. but for once, i selfishly, meanly, want to be the one to break a heart this time, 

because i've never had the chance too, when everyone else dredged up from the past has trampled over me with battered shoes, because i'm always the one with only the power of the emotions, and never the control over the situation, becuase i will admit, i am a selfish unnameable person to you right now, even to myself, that i want for once to NOT CARE ABOUT THE OTHER PERSON IN QUESTION, instead of caring all the time, and look where that got me, look where i ended up, desperate for a role reversal in heartaching power, and this is both our faults, it's just a vicious cycle, it is...

so i'm not moving anytime soon, so what? if i come visit the school, it will not be to see you. if i see you around town, i will mostly likely pretend to be looking for someone or something else, because by then the remorse and regret will have set in for a double fortnight's stay or a little longer, and the Lord in heaven and my friends and family all know i am the ruling set of awkwardness. in other words, don't say hi. don't pretend like you were oblivous and ignorant of this whole wrenching event. don't erase and start from square one, because i'm at square 18, and i like to play hopscotch. if you take it one or two steps further, i will never stay in the same town as you.

seriously? my heart's not on the ground anymore, and it won't be for you to manipulate it. it's not going to be on the ground for a while. only the Lord knows where.

this is what was building up inside of me to say, and this is how it came out, and i can only admit once more that i am a hypocrite myself in every respect but this one. i am not letting people tread on me anymore. i am speaking out when i feel the need. 

i need to ask for forgiveness for my selfishness and my cruelty.]]></description>
		  		  	<category>hypocrisy</category>
		  		  	<category>unrequted infatuation</category>
		  		  	<category>writing</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-31T00:21:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[as such]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/723251/as-such/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[creation was a total blast.<br />  so sorry anberlin & ff5 couldn't make it. understandable. but you guys totally missed out.<br />  completely sunburnt. my face is peeling. and there is an unusual and shockingly undesirable area of unburnt/untanned forehead where my bangs were.<br />  i realized a few things:<br />  <br />  stay hydrated.<br />  drink all your water before going into the mosh pit. (this leaves both your hands free for clapping and such)<br />  only go into mosh pit in evening shows. sit on the hill for afternoon concerts. otherwise YOU WILL MELT.<br />  stay hydrated.<br />  cookie crisp cereal is better w/o the milk. :)<br />  head to the showers early.<br />  if water pressure in shower is low, DON'T WASH YOUR HAIR YET. it'll probably run out of water.<br />  stay hydrated.<br />  braids are cute. on me. femhawks are for the brave and crazy few. like the chick from superchic[k]. and emily.<br />  jon foreman is crazy onstage.<br />  adding a catwalk into the mosh pit from the stage to a small circular stage that rises really high is a crowd pleaser. so is a spinning drumset. way to go, newsboys.<br />  tobymac will always do encore songs. he did about ten last year. he only did two this year.<br />  newsboys are better closers than tobymac.<br />  relient k needs a better set. with more new songs.<br />  never. ever. EVER. enter the mosh to a project 86 concert. unless you are a serious mosher, you will probably be killed or gravely injured.<br />  God is good. He loves me. He loves everybody, even if they don't think so.<br />  i need to get right with God.<br />  the guy from Ghana WAS IN GHANA, NOT in one of the trailers!<br />  you absolutely canNOT NOT enter the mosh for David Crowder. as a rule.<br />  every single freaking band seems to be newly obssessed with Guitar Hero II. especially switchfoot. and david crowder, who used a controller in his concert.<br />  stay hydrated.<br />  having a hairstylist camping with you makes for an interesting week.<br />  chapped lips aren't good. chapstick is helpful. i'm not good at things like chemistry.<br />  if God is tugging at your heart, don't hold back.<br />  support a child through Compassion Int'l.<br />  you are able to do the above. even if you're a poor college student. like me.<br />  it's the greatest feeling knowing you can change the world, if only you'd cross the line to do so.<br />  <br />  most inspirational four days of your life.<br />  <br />  word.<br />  <br />  -d]]></description>
		  		  	<category>camping</category>
		  		  	<category>christianity</category>
		  		  	<category>compassion</category>
		  		  	<category>concerts</category>
		  		  	<category>creation 07</category>
		  		  	<category>music</category>
		  		  	<category>water</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-30T23:52:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[she said &quot;mhm&quot;]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/681571/she-said-mhm/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[i'm heading out.
i'll be at creation if anyone wants to know.
:P anberlin's not playing. 
and family force 5 dropped out last minute cause of warped.

but hey, it's all good.
good times, good friends.
and hopefully, patterns withstanding
good weather.

pax.

-d]]></description>
		  		  	<category>creation</category>
		  		  	<category>fun</category>
		  		  	<category>gorge</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-24T23:34:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[shadow proves the sunshine]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/653111/shadow-proves-sunshine/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[i usually like an overcast day. weird, but i seem more enclosed, contained, able to relax. especially when it rains.
today wasn't that good a day.

the sun just came out, though.]]></description>
		  		  	<category>switchfoot</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-20T15:18:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[so Number 5]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/619951/so-number-5/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[was good.
darker. but good.
and i saw ghost rider this weekend.  
much more about wrestling with good and evil.  darker than i thought.
and watched shaun of the dead. hilarious. dark humor.

i felt dark this weekend. i need light.]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-15T16:57:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[a change of weather]]></title>
	      <link>http://danawry.buzznet.com/user/journal/607301/change-weather/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[i woke up to thunderstorms and rain this morning.
it's been so hot this week, it was muggy.
my mom and i sat outside, me in my pajamas and her drinking coffee, and watched the lightning and listened and gauged how far away the thunder was.
my mom commented on how it smelled like ozone. i thought it smelled like rain and electricity.
the sun came back out after two sheets of rain passed over our house. now it's just hot and humid. it feels more like the south.
the south gets hurricane season. we get fire season.
so the rain was nice.
thank you Lord.]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>danawry</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-13T15:59:00Z</dc:date>
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