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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scorned_hatred:136609</id>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-11-21T23:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-22T04:40:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Life lately has been interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada does all sorts of wonderful things. She walks, she tries very very hard to talk, and she has so much hair! Every day is a new and wonderful adventure. (Even the cranky days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apartment living is fun, but it seems every week there is some big problem. It was the stove one week, now it's the fridge. Legit, we just did oodles of grocery shopping and suddenly our fridge took a shit and hardly keeps things cool. (It couldn't have done this, y'know, a day or two ago when we didn't have as much.) Thankfully, it's staying relatively cool on the top shelf so we have a very crammed top shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been a very good boyfriend lately. And it's arguable that I haven't been a top-notch father either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is a search for a pity party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making improvement is hard when 90% of the time I wholly deny any fault or blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this lengthy little entry is step one on the path to making my family better by being a better person to the two people who deserve it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fake with other people who deserve to be told to fuck off, and tell Crystal to fuck off when I should just suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of apologizing I defend myself and my opinions and don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that everybody is perfect or anything, but that somedays I can be especially bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to add to this, except that I really need to start working harder on being better or else my family isn't going to want to be around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, well, I really don't want that.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-10-04T20:41:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T00:45:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T00:46:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Big &amp; Small!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Crystal and I got approved for an apartment and put down our first down-payment, so-to-speak, on first and last months rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are scheduled for a move-in on November 1st. It's a really nice place, actually. And big, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's $800 a month and it's all-inclusive. Plus we have a walk-in closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a stay-at-home dad is more tiring than one would think. I enjoy the amount of time I get with Ada, however. We play and laugh and have a good time. (Except, of course, when we're having our bad days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I think that baby teaches me more about life than I do for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an odd exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Crystal. We don't get anywhere near the amount of time that we used to get with each other, but thankfully our relationship isn't suffering because of it. (Atleast from my perspective, anyhow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I don't really know what else to say. So with that, hurray I am no longer living at home in ONE month. (Unless for some MAGICAL reason we can't come up with the money.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Fuck everybody who ever doubted the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never graduate high school&lt;br /&gt;I would never get a job&lt;br /&gt;I would never move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all faggots.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-09-11T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-12T02:37:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So not only can I sing almost every theme song for the shows on Treehouse TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer watching a majority of them over so-called real television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather watch 4Square, Yo Gabba Gabba, and Harry and his Bucketful of Dinosaurs than most anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goddamn is that Zigby tune ever catchy. Ada loves when I sing the darn thing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my little girl is standing all on her own these days. She thinks it's the most hilarious thing in the world to be standing. However, it's quite an emotional moment with getting back down. She seems to've mastered standing up, but not getting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after awhile, she lets you know about it. But whatever, it's relatively funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in itself is decent. Crystal is working full-time bringing home the bread, so-to-speak, and I get to be a stay-at-home dad for now. This is of course only until we have a few bucks in the bank to be able to afford day-care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everybody is bringing home some bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting brainfarts lately on what to write in here, and I've just got one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that I'm going to head on out.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-09-02T08:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T12:59:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T12:59:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nothing worth anything was ever easy in the history of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-08-30T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T01:26:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Crystal is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So ridiculously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so lucky to have her.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome awesome Crystal.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-08-30T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-30T04:14:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Crystal got a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty good. We're buying our own groceries and such and are relatively self-sufficient right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd move out if we had the cash and ability to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly severely eager to leave this place behind. Far, far behind. It'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I would write ridiculously lengthy and detailed entries, and now I can't be pissed to write so much as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of LiveJournal. Perhaps it's because I've got a life now. I'm keeping it anyways, for the sole sake of atleast having the option to write entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I legitmately love my whole damn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-08-19T06:20:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-19T10:21:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I feel like such a fucking idiot.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-08-14T04:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-14T08:09:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Crystal and I made the potentially fatal decision to stay at my mother's place over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all been nice so far, except that I can't sleep to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a dire sweat and feeling like I wanted to puke until death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm being over-dramatic. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you get the point. I'm not feeling well and I've so far only got about an hour and change of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada is going to be awake in a couple of hours and she is going to want to crawl like fuck all over the place and I'm not going to be able to chase her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuuuuck.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-08-09T01:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-09T05:45:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-09T05:45:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">News Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada crawls.&lt;br /&gt;Ada eats solid foods.&lt;br /&gt;Ada has a high chair now, the Bumbo is nearly history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure of any more large updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently eating a cheesestring and drinking some goddamn delicious Fruitopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat Pikmin today for the first time ever. And I'm definitely not pleased with the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't have, but I went out for a bit tonight. I was nearly asleep on the way home, but now I'm wide awake. I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to finish shaving and laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a dick and he can't make up his mind with his alcoholic girlfriend. They've broke up over 9000 times and sure enough she is staying the night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she brought her dog that is the world to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, I'm really not a fan of the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But atleast it doesn't shit in my room. So coolbeans to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired in my brain, so-to-speak. But my body is all OH HAI LETS HAVE A PARTY. It's a problem I'm having more and more frequently, it may be something I'll end up going to the doctor about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet cut out so I have no idea what else I was going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to shave and hopefully sleep.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-07-19T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-19T05:11:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I bought a push-pop the other day from Dollarama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jumbo kind with Kiwi and Blue Raspberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saved it, naturally meaning to eat it later. And now it has escaped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has eluded it's fate of being in my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rat bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, this wouldn't bother me at all. I mean, it was only a dollar after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to eat it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please come back to me, delicious tasting candy.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-07-18T17:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T21:34:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Crystal and Ada went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to, really. A lack of baby food being the biggest issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a fan and I'm not entirely sure what to do about it. It's weird not having to plan my life around baby changing, eating, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to keep occupied.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-07-12T00:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T05:04:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-12T05:04:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had Ada for a whole night last night, it was pretty good actually. She behaved herself really well both last night and this morning, considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But goddamn is it hard. I'm thankful I have a Crystal to do half of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw Bruno tonight. And Mr. Cohen didn't fail to impress me, as usual. He's a good actor and one brave human being. He isn't afraid to downright offend people and put himself in outrageously dangerous situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's for the lulz, so really, it's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just a fuckload of gay shit and penis. So it had it's moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like the disrespect some of my friends have for me and my belongings. There's teasing and poking fun, and then there is downright disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to whip my controller at some heads tonight. There are a few other issues specific people have that I'd like to point out, but I don't really feel like writing down specifics tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very starved, but I can't muster up the need to go and eat. I feel very sick when I think about eating, but I definitely need to. I've had a small bowl of cereal to hopefully get me over to the morning, and then from there I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, I've had a relatively decent evening. So I'm not complaining. I've even got three shifts at work this week, four hours each. But it's better than one four hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep, as I need to be up at eight tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-07-03T02:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T06:53:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-03T06:53:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's nearly three in the morning and I have the strong urge to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary however, I also feel like partying it up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the piss out of Bully tonight. I beat the game. I just need to finish up the last 12% worth of stupid shit to get my big bad achievement for 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada's Day this year was great, actually. My mom babysat Ada and she was a really good baby for her, and Crystal and I got a day out and about and had a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we walked so much that my feet still hurt. But it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it's my first night away from Crystal in over a week. So it's going to be a little weird sleeping alone tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I am a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finally got to play the new Spore expansion pack: Spore: Galactic Adventures. It's really not as great as I had been hoping. I mean, yes, it's a totally new element to gameplay. But it's nothing like what I had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only beam down onto planets that you have your quest on, you can't just randomly beam down and wreak havoc. Some missions don't even require you to be violent which completely defeats the purpose of having laser cannons and other shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm not as impressed as I wish I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I haven't typed so much in awhile and this feels like I am getting carpal tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just wanted to make a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-06-26T01:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-26T05:20:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's one AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, am extremely unable to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah.</content>
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    <title>Life is goooood</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T07:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T07:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been awhile since last update, and things're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is back to being crap again, but I am working really hard on not focussing on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal has become my main dietary staple. Though that's an upgrade from pizza and McDonald's, it's not entirely what the body needs all day. But damn is it ever good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first Father's Day last weekend, and it was great. I had a full day of Crystal and Ada. The main difference being Crystal did all the diaper changes and whatnot so I was free to play X-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I got the new Fallout 3 DLC. And I am actually kind of disappointed. Bethesda, the company responsible for Fallout 3, has pumped out ridiculously good expansions in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrowind for the original X-box had two huge expansion packs that added almost an extra &lt;b&gt;one-hundred&lt;/b&gt; hours of game-play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion had horse armor, a good eight or so extra dungeons, extra spells, and one huge expansion pack and another overly large quest, the Knights of the Nine. The Knights quest took a good five or so hours, and the expansion pack was The Shivering Isles, which was pretty much an entirely new game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallout 3 has had so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Anchorage; A three-hour expansion pack that puts you in a VR simulation before the nuclear war. You fight chinese communists to take over Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly they released The Pitt; About the same amount of time to complete with a new enemy and some new weapons. Nothing entirely fancy or useful, and the new enemy is fucking terrifying. Also, you have the option to kidnap a baby. I lol'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly came Broken Steel, a totally awesome expansion pack that let you play after you beat the game, (before that your character died or walked away.) Not only that, but you experience the death of Liberty Prime, gain access to all sorts of new enemies, weapons, quests, etc. After three tries an awesome piece of DLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the most recent DLC is Point Lookout. You go down to Louisiana or some shit and fight a bunch of in-bred mutants that are over-powered and retarded. Those're the only new enemies and the quests are short and stupid. The only good thing to come out of this DLC is the lever-action rifle, double-barreled shotgun, and Desmond; the Ghoul who occupies the mansion. (He's a complete asshole and says some variation of "fuck" every other sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I've officially polished off every single Fallout 3 achievement available thus far. My Gamerscore is 62420 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent a piss-load of time reading into District 9 today, the upcoming movie presented by Peter Jackson. I'm really impressed with the story so far. For once, Aliens are being enslaved by humanity instead of the other way around. It's a neat idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, my wrist hurts like fuck either because of too much games or because I shocked my arm really bad earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I am going to bed.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-06-08T01:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T06:00:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T06:00:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>After Forever - Intrinsic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Life has been eventful lately. I've even received a bunch of extra hours at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of which I am complaining about. I could do with a couple of extra bucks in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, life is good. The other day Crystal and I switched her and Ada's rooms up and she's pretty happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the majority of my day gaming some Saints Row 2. I cleaned up all of my side-quests and finished off the Brotherhood, I've just got a couple of quests left to do before I finish the entire game. Which isn't half bad, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish up Fallout 3, it likely won't happen until the next DLC. I also want to finish up the new Fable 2 DLC, but I am awfully lazy and don't particularily feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I've got a good half-dozen or so games I haven't finished, and that's just a rough estimate. This isn't even including the games that are yet to come out within the next couple of months that I plan to get and not finish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought frequently about back when I was fourteen and I was in highschool for the first time. In grade nine math some fat wigger kid dared me to light a fire-cracker in class, and I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so super bad ass like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as it lit I whipped it because I was afraid of it blowing up in my hand, and I threw it right passed a girls head. Right by her ear and her face. Luckily enough for her, (and me,) it didn't explode in her face. It flew right passed her and across the room and went boom and I scared the living piss right out of the entire room and several teachers down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can think about is, (and this happens from time to time, actually,) what if I wasn't so lucky? What if it blew up in her face, blinded her, deafened her, or worse yet, killed her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life could be drastically different all because of one little event where I had a severe lapse in judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it just phases me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it in the sense that it doesn't cripple my life, and she and I are friends after the fact. (In the sense that we have each other on Facebook and don't hate one another.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that lingering thought, today has been half-decent and I'm still in a half-decent mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still going well, and I can honestly say it's hard to even find something to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, of course, extremely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work a big six hour shift tomorrow. It's going to be tiresome and probably retardedly boring. But I get to have a Crystal afterwards, and I get to have an Ada in the morning. So I'm just going to have to look forward to that instead of focussing on the half-drunk and stoned retards asking "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE BATTERIES IN THIS PLACE?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck my whole damn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to shave. Damn damn damn.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-05-29T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-30T03:17:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-30T03:17:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A bunch of animals outside singing away</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I cannot sleep for the life of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the fact I was tired an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the fact I got up early with a baby and had little sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal is now worried, which is no good. She thinks its her. She's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have issues with sleeping, especially lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy tonight, and usually I can sleep well because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really hot, so I am going to grab a freezie or two from the fridge and just sleep with them on my head or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that'll do the trick for me.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-05-25T04:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-25T08:23:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-25T08:23:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shiny Toy Guns - Major Tom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Since last post I have done quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not really sure exactly what I have or haven't done specifically. (Which doesn't really sound like it makes a whole lot of sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and Ada spent two days here this week. It was great. Things felt infinitely more relaxing here. It's also not even half as hot as Crystal's, which is always a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually just got back myself from a night at Crystal's place. We did all kinds of things. We finished 95 of the 96 goals in Super Mario World, we teamed up against her aunt and her mother in Mario Party 8 and won, and lastly I finally got around to playing a game I've been meaning to for &lt;b&gt;years&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game being E.V.O.. It is essentially the original spore for the SNES. The game is long considering it was made in the mid-90s. The game-play really isn't anything special, but it is addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and played it, loved it, came home and dowloaded it and then proceeded to beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of anticipation are finally over with, and it feels pretty decent. And to boot the game was better than half the games you can buy for the supposedly top-of-the-line consoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work still sucks. Not that there is anyone to blame except for the good old US of A. Donkey Kong is still throwing barrels down there instead of doing anything productive to save North America from a severe economic "recession." (That's the magic word of the 21st century, it's the same as a depression, except that it sounds more pleasant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two choices: Suck it up until better hours come around, or get a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets get serious here, the way things are going with this economy, hardly anyone is hiring and even if they were I'd be getting similar hours. I'm still going to stick around for atleast a little while longer and deal with the shitty hours with the hopes of things improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from work life is pretty good, actually. I have a Crystal and an Ada and I couldn't ask for much else. So I can easily say that I am content with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I really need to shave and I really do not want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I need to just go crash and get some sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I totally forgot. I bought the new Fallout 3 DLC.  I hope to god it's better than the other two. In all fairness, The Pitt wasn't terrible. It was just short, (not including ingot hunting,) and was ridiculously terrifying with those lightning fast Trogs running amok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully this DLC lasts longer than five seconds.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-05-21T02:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-21T06:41:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-21T06:41:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>In Flames - Clayman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I spent over twenty hours on my Sacred 2 character. He was pretty decent and was stacked in the damage department. I'd done over 50% of the main quest, and nearly 20% of the sidequests. (There are over 500.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about a half hour ago the entire game erased itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suprisingly pretty relaxed about it. Usually this would result in my throwing a controller against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm either too tired or too shocked or both. Regardless, I'm still not very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why game companies are allowed to release games with such massive bugs as that. If you create a game that takes quite literally a hundred or so hours to complete, why are you releasing it with a bug that causes the game to crash and delete your game saves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is, you can't even return a faulty product like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just paid over 20 hours of my life and a solid sixty bucks to a company that couldn't give a fuck about making a fully functional game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I get to restart my character and give him a proper build so that he'll kick even more ass. (I had wasted a few skill points on things that were, to be rather blunt, a complete waste.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally that much of a big deal.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-05-14T15:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T19:44:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T19:44:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Lonely Island - Sax Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I've got some free time to write in here so I figured I should do a little updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks lately. Hardly any shifts, but atleast I've been working in the place they hired me to work in. But it could be worse, I could be unemployed. (Not much of a difference, really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred 2 was finally released and is so far pretty amazing. The graphics are relatively solid and the gameplay even more so. I'm thoroughly impressed. Worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things between Crystal and I are fantastic, too. So I am very happy with that aswell. We have a huge weekend planned for us this week and I am pretty darn excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I am feeling a tad sick and it hurts to type so much. So, I'm kinda going to call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later negroes.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-05-12T02:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-12T06:37:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-12T06:37:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up oddly early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm was set for eleven, I was awake by eight. But I forced myself back to sleep until nine. This is a direct result of my sleeping at just passed midnight last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up and watched the Dead Space: Downfall anime thing. I was initially hoping for a bit of a back story on the game, but they failed pretty hard at that. With a story already created, how hard is it to be like, "HEY THIS IS HOW IT STARTED?" Especially considering the end was pretty much obvious, they didn't have a whole lot of work to do and yet they still managed to not get shit done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie industry is a pretty big piece of shit usually. Once, twice, maybe three times a year a really damn good movie comes out. And it's usually some low-budget movie from the middle of buttfuck-idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need another movie with talking animals? (I'm looking at you, Beverly Hills Chihauha.) Why do we need another silly romance movie? (I'm all for romantic flicks with awesome or originality or both.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are dumb. And aslong as people are dumb, people are going to continue making dumb movies for dumb people. It's a simple concept, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was very bland. Not much to do. My knees aren't as sore as usual, so that's delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred 2 comes out tomorrow. I stated to Sam earlier that I couldn't be more excited to get the disappointment over with. Maybe I'm just super negative, but all of the games I've really looked forward to over the last eight months haven't really delivered. Spore was the only one that came close and even that fell short of it's promised enjoyability. (However, the future expansion packs look bloody awesome, making up for it's fail.) I'm honestly really excited to play Sacred 2, by far, totally excited. I'm just pretty sure it's going to be super easy, or super short, and therefore will not totally get me excited. Atleast there are six different playable characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should keep me going for about three, four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am really tired and I am having a hard time doing anything properly. (Including typing.) And I still have a load of laundry to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm going to go finish that and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later negroes.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-05-06T02:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-06T06:20:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-06T06:20:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nobody ever said that life was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for dang sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've made some very fine decisions over the last few months and I'm sticking to'em, come hell or high water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I've ever been happier than what I am now.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-04-30T00:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-30T04:48:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I do not like myself today.</content>
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    <title>scorned_hatred @ 2009-04-29T01:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T06:05:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T06:05:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frou Frou - Holding out for a Hero</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today started as another rough day due to a fussy Ada. But as the day progressed she become happier with every hour. (Which is a little backwards.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, PS: My mom came into work on Monday and basically offered me a ride to Crystal's, hence why I went there. It was simply a stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, things rocked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal dropped me off at my place with an Ada to babysit while she went to her appointment, and it was beyond fantastic. Mind you, all I really had to do was feed her. Which is basically the key way to make a happy Ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on some tunes and she was metaphorically pooping everywhere because of the magical sound boxes, so-to-speak. I put on some Alestorm and sung some Captain Morgan's Revenge and she didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had something better in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I through on some Blind Guardian and she actually enjoyed my singing of that to her. I also threw on a bit of Angels &amp; Airwaves but she wasn't totally impressed by them. (At that point lunch was done which meant time to explore with her eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum (Crystal,) showed up shortly afterwards and we left to do some Wal-mart photo shenanigans and grab Wendy's. (mmmm.) We went back to Wal-Mart later on, too. So that my photos had time to develop. Also, Crystal needed Ada food/forumla/random other Ada things. Whilst there I dug through the four and five dollar movie bins because I had my sights set on buying a new movie rack, and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost twice the size of my old one. And it looks hella nicer and I just in general am happy with it. However, due to it's size I've had to re-arrange my room. I did some minor cleaning and got most of my shit put away, but until the room is complete there won't be any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll definitely take a few of the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Crystal was tricksy in line, (As I was feeding an Ada and was essentially defenseless,) and stole half of my shit and paid for it for me. Which was totally nice of her and I love'er to death because of it, but I still felt pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't start shit as it wasn't a big deal, I just feel guilty as piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of tired so most of this entry is not in chronological order. Also, it may or may not make a whole lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my body is sore in several places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm getting at here is that I need to get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.</content>
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    <title>Back again</title>
    <published>2009-04-27T05:01:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-27T05:01:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Iron &amp; Wine - Such Great Heights</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was initially going to title this entry, "home once more," or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness, Crystal's house is my home these days. Not that that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll get to that in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spend another three days there, which brings our total this week to a whopping six days. Which works out, because I work almost every single day next week. In otherwords, very little if any Crystal time at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, like I said just a moment ago I got six days in with her. And today was my Ada day, actually. She was yelling "feed me" this morning at around 7:30, I believe. And I got up and rescued her, (after mum did a big diaper change,) and I fed her and we played for a good two hours before crankiness supreme showed up. I attempted to put her down for a nap and she wasn't really having any of it so I just took her out and we played and had fun and then more crankiness showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're not seeing the pattern, crankiness is the theme of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her on another walk which she wasn't entirely enthused about. (But not opposed to either.) She didn't look happy, but she wasn't crying and she was kicking her legs. Which is normally an Ada sign of "Oh hai I has a happy or atleast a content for the time being." We took her to the park and put her in a swing, which she was also not very happy about. And I even tried her on the slide. She wasn't too impressed with those either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her home and we had a decent time until cranky-town showed up again, so we tried feeding her again because she is a pretty hungry baby sometimes. That chilled her out for the length of time it took her to eat, and then she got mad at me again. I layed her down in her crib for a few minutes and then I rocked her for what seemed like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took her a couple of minutes but after a short while she calmed right down and we got some serious cuddle time in. I don't know for how long exactly, but for what felt like an eternity we just hung out and rocked and didn't move or say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the bloody essence of &lt;b&gt;perfection&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there isn't much else to say about it, really. After I fed her her mush baby food stuff the night went pretty well. She cheered right up and everything was pleasant and we put her to bed with no problems at all. So what was originally a big, eventful day ended pretty awesomely and happy. I'm very glad. (And also mildly proud of myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, somewhere in that day I walked and grabbed some Pizza and shared some with my little Ada and we had delicious lunch. Nothing fancy like pepperoni, but tiny pieces of cheese and some of the sauce and she was all smiley and happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of this relationship isn't Crystal having a baby, it isn't little Ada being a fussy-pants. It's that when I leave I have to miss two people. I miss them both equally as much as they're both equally as important to me and I love them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; difficult week, to say the least. But I'll make it through and I'll make a couple of bucks and I'll be able to buy my girls some nice things for another week. It all works out nicely in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real thought I've been having today is my dire wish to fill in for someone who appears to not give a flying piss. It's not my right nor my place to do so, but I just don't want a certain little person to feel like she isn't loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's making me sad just thinking about it again. So with that, I am going to quit LJ for the night and occupy my brain elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness, I got like, forever cuddle-time with an Ada today. Life is perfect and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.</content>
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