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  <title>Sean</title>
  <subtitle>Sean</subtitle>
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    <name>Sean</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-22T20:34:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:189885</id>
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    <title>Confessions</title>
    <published>2009-04-22T20:34:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-22T20:34:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate my new job location. &amp;nbsp;The people are clicky, caddy, and rude to new people. &amp;nbsp;I want to go back to being part time happy happy at the UTC store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at living on my own. &amp;nbsp;I predict moving back into my home in Scripps within the next 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am ready for love again. &amp;nbsp;Now, to find a man!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:189666</id>
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    <title>What to do on a day of love, when single.</title>
    <published>2009-02-14T19:43:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-14T19:43:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Be a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;2. Play some video games.&lt;br /&gt;3. Work.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch movies with people that actually give a damn about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Avoid any sad, sappy, and emotional yucky-ness.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get laid for the sake of getting laid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am out of ideas.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:189238</id>
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    <title>Much anticipated.</title>
    <published>2009-02-09T07:52:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-09T07:52:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Lucida Grande&amp;#39;; font-size: 9px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Well well.  What can I say.  Much happens over the course of a year.  Last time I was on here, I was sharing some excitement about getting into Grad School.  Where do I start.  &lt;strong&gt;I am still in school:&lt;/strong&gt; I am working on my Master's in Education at the moment and currently in my third semester at San Diego State.  Should be graduating next spring. So, still a year or so to go on that one.  The program is interesting.  Although, I am not all that gung ho about it. The focus is adult learning theory and design/development of training.  Instructional Design.  I make good training, test it on people, and evaluate...If anything, I should be marketable for a decent job in about a year's time.    &lt;strong&gt;I am single:&lt;/strong&gt; GASP! What happened? Things didn't work out, for those of you who knew about my last relationship.  Been single about a month now.  I feel free. I should have listened to everyone's advice.  When your friends and family tell you that you are the one putting way too much energy and getting none in return...it just isn't healthy.  Him and I are hopefully going to remain friends.  We got dinner last night, which was nice and casual...the way it should be.    &lt;strong&gt;I have two jobs:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup yup.  I am a Creative at Apple.  Probably one of the most kick ass jobs on the face of the planet.  I get to chat with people all day long about their computers and get to show them exactly how fun it is.  I have worked with trainees as young as 8 and as old as 95.  Quite the range if you ask me.  My co-workers are the best people on the planet. Extremely diverse, supportive, radical, kick-ass, and overall amazing.  I also work at Massage Envy...Yes, a massage clinic.  It's not all that bad.  I started about a week ago.  Can you say, GAY RECEPTIONIST.  LOL.  I feel like I am working the stereotype to the maximum.  I can't complain.  It's decent money plus sales incentives.   When the economy sucks, you have to cover your ass.  &lt;strong&gt;I may be moving into my own place:&lt;/strong&gt; I work with this kick-ass girl named Jess at Apple who is looking for new roomies.  A room in Ocean beach for 325.  325! Practically unheard of for rent in a decent area.  Close to downtown, to the Gayborhood, North Park, SDSU, gotta love it!  May be moving in as soon as March 1st! I guess you can say I will have two homes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 10 days, useless age of 23!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...not much else to report.  Stay tuned for random adventure updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharkey&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:189093</id>
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    <title>spasticsean @ 2009-02-06T14:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-06T22:42:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T22:42:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been forever.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:188701</id>
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    <title>I can haz Grad School?</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T04:10:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T04:10:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Starting next month I begin work on a Master's Degree in Education at San Diego State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Aztecs!</content>
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    <title>spasticsean @ 2008-01-31T16:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T00:24:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T00:24:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow.&amp;nbsp; I seriously haven't posted or checked here for a good while.&amp;nbsp; Things are going very well!&amp;nbsp; I am perfectly content with my job and my personal life.&amp;nbsp; Everything is great.&amp;nbsp; I need to sit down and bust out a Graduate Application for San Diego State by April 1st. .&amp;nbsp; I am looking at their M. Ed. program in Educational Technology!&amp;nbsp; Wish me the best!&amp;nbsp; If anyone on here wants to get in contact with me for any reason, email is the quickest way.&amp;nbsp; sean.harkey@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharkey</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:188334</id>
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    <title>Some updates!</title>
    <published>2007-12-04T03:30:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-04T03:30:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dreamworld - Rilo Kiley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have been away for at least a month.&amp;nbsp; A few updates for all of you!&amp;nbsp; I have a boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; His name is Ricky.&amp;nbsp; He is uber awesome and amazing.&amp;nbsp; :Raptorface:&amp;nbsp; I am (still) busting my balls for a promotion at work.&amp;nbsp; Shit is about to hit the fan at work.&amp;nbsp; If they want to make it easy on all of us as a team...they need to promote my friend and I to fill some BIG shoes, and they need to do it FAST.&amp;nbsp; I am still marching Winterguard.&amp;nbsp; It pretty much soaks up my weekends.&amp;nbsp; I love the people and the show.&amp;nbsp; We are performing to Counting Crows "Colorblind."&amp;nbsp; Our floor is pretty swirls of light blue, green and tan. At the moment my life is boyfriend, work, guard, and friends.&amp;nbsp; It seems that the only time I am actually home is to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I got to change that.&amp;nbsp; :P&amp;nbsp; It's almost time to start counting down to my birthday...well not yet.&amp;nbsp; I still have 2 months.&amp;nbsp; 22 is going to be weird.&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking of it as one step closer to 25...scratch that, 30.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:187727</id>
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    <title>Tattoo!!!</title>
    <published>2007-09-22T03:29:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T03:32:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sigur Ros: Hoppipolla</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tattoo update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v152/spasticsean/n2506464_37149641_8511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my tattoo so far.&amp;nbsp; It is about 2/3 of the way done.&amp;nbsp; I still have two more lines (which you can see) in addition to a dove that finishes in the middle of my lower back!&amp;nbsp; All I can say is that it was extremely painful even on Vicodin because of the fact that It starts on my ribcage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are the chorus from "Hoppipolla" by Sigur Ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoppípolla&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jump into puddles&lt;br /&gt;(Í engum stígvélum)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (completely drenched)&lt;br /&gt;(Allur rennvotur)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (With no boots)&lt;br /&gt;Rennblautur&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Soaked&lt;br /&gt;(Í engum stígvélum)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (completely drenched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og ég fæ blóðnasir&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I get a nosebleed&lt;br /&gt;En ég stend alltaf upp&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I always get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this tattoo as a reminder to always stay happy.&amp;nbsp; When my friend Amanda committed suicide about a year and a half ago I met one of the biggest feats of depression and had a very hard time dealing with her death.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>What the (explicative)</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T06:18:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T06:18:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>It's Britney Bitch!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night before having to be up for a 5am opening at work.&amp;nbsp; I have a small world moment where I meet someone I have met before at a party in north park.&amp;nbsp; I am entertained by drunk lesbians and 3 way gay kisses (myself observing NOT participating...) And and a few friends and I were almost assaulted by thuggish military guys at a "straight" Emo 80's Britpop electroclash club.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo on Wednesday...SO EXCITED!</content>
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    <title>NEW NUMBER!!!</title>
    <published>2007-09-11T03:16:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-11T03:16:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;                                                     Everyone! My texting number (Sidekick) is now my actual phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;858-733-0440&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to remember.  Use this number.  Call.  Text.  Whatever.  Do NOT call 858-395-9724 anymore.  That number WILL NOT WORK.  &lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:spasticsean:187080</id>
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    <title>spasticsean @ 2007-09-05T01:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-05T08:01:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-05T08:02:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have this random impulse to want to finger paint with someone and get really colorful and messy.&amp;nbsp; Anybody want to?</content>
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    <title>Yeah!</title>
    <published>2007-08-09T21:21:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-09T21:21:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dandy Warhols - Wonderful You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I are Barista.&amp;nbsp; (I swear I graduated from college.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>New number for TEXTING ONLY</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T19:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-05T19:18:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;                                                     Need to text me? 858-733-0440&lt;br /&gt;Calling is the same: 858-395-9724&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>"They have kill switches...so they go out when you PASS out."</title>
    <published>2007-08-03T07:30:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T07:30:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Morcheeba - Aqualung</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am about to pass out, but I realized that I need to post because I haven't posted in a while.&amp;nbsp; Things are _________.&amp;nbsp; I really can't think of any good adjectives to insert in the blank.&amp;nbsp; I feel blank.&amp;nbsp; I am in vegetative auto-pilot mode.&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe we are already plunging into august! Work is OK, besides the fact that someone in payroll severely fucked up and no one on a once a month pay schedule has received any money yet, myself included in this mess.&amp;nbsp; You would think that people have bills to pay or rent to pay.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MONEY?&amp;nbsp; I was thinking of boycotting and not going to work until I see a dime in my hand or in my account, but that would be a douche bag thing to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another light note (light being a severely biting and sarcastic word) another counselor at work apparently has taken my "hangry" and low attitude moments to heart and has decided to hate me and do the high school thing and whine about it to everyone.&amp;nbsp; I can't help but sense that at least 3-4 other counselors are now looking at me differently because of it.&amp;nbsp; My outlook: We have a job to do, get over it! I have low moments, we all do.&amp;nbsp; I am not taking your attitude to heart.&amp;nbsp; I really need to talk to her before it gets any worse.&amp;nbsp; Problem is that she is very unapproachable...time to work up the guts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some better news (actually good this time).&amp;nbsp; I bought a new toy! (With all the credit I have left...) Starting tomorrow, I will be operating on a Sidekick iD for all my text messaging, internet browsing, email, and AIM needs.&amp;nbsp; My phone for calling will still be the same: 858-395-9724, only CALL me on that number from now on!&amp;nbsp; For the new sidekick, I will mass post the new number when I get it tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; If you want to text message me, DO IT TO THE NEW PHONE! :) I am so excited for it.&amp;nbsp; I bought and set up the plan all online and got the phone for 100$ altogether.&amp;nbsp; The plan is a dollar a day so I pay 30$ a month for unlimited services! SUCH A GREAT DEAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I got really amped when I heard the Smashing Pumpkins were coming to town...and then I check Ticketmaster and tickets are $70.00 with all the charges. :ANGRY FACE:&amp;nbsp; If I don't get paid tomorrow, then I wont have the money to get a decent seat,&amp;nbsp; I am thinking of sacking the idea.&amp;nbsp; After all, it isn't the original Pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; Fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is on my mind.&amp;nbsp; I need to work out and get into slightly better shape.&amp;nbsp; I am going to get a tattoo done in September once the camp is done for the summer.&amp;nbsp; The ideas right now that I am working with are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Two oak leaves on my right shoulder blade, one red and orange in color and the other green and slightly yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Why??? Because I have fond memories of season changes and going to schools with oak trees.&amp;nbsp; It is always a sight for sore eyes when I see an oak tree that is bursting and exploding with color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Two bamboo shoots going up my left side.&amp;nbsp; starting at the hip bone and traveling up to armpit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Why??? I am obsessed with Asia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) An elephant mosaic completely of several translations of the word "elephant" in different languages on my lower back.&lt;br /&gt;Why??? Again, I am someone who values fond memories and nostalgia.&amp;nbsp; Elephants seem to the animals that stick out most in my memories.&amp;nbsp; I was given a baby elephant stuffed animal as a kid from a mentor at the zoo after I feel in love with the real thing seeing it for the first time ever in my life in reality.&amp;nbsp; My friend Jenn gave me a stuffed elephant for my 19th birthday.&amp;nbsp; I collect elephant figurines.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharkey</content>
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    <title>Yeah...</title>
    <published>2007-07-29T06:07:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T06:07:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who actually reads the shit I post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been M.I.A. for a while even though I do have pockets of time to actually post shit about my life and randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know.</content>
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    <title>Here we go!</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T23:17:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-30T23:17:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Total Cost: $876.94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday October 11th - Wednesday October 24th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburg, Germany! :)</content>
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    <title>Life Update</title>
    <published>2007-06-12T04:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-12T04:52:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am officially a graduate of UCLA.</content>
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    <title>Last paper at UCLA. :)</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T06:29:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T06:29:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Dying to Say This to You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Inside the Experiences of America's Youth and Parental Problems with Alcoholism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready...GO!</content>
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    <title>Keep churning.</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T05:08:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T05:08:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">14...more...pages...to...go.</content>
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    <title>Say hello to my new pet! :)</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T03:01:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T03:03:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v152/spasticsean/Picture1-1.png"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v152/spasticsean/Picture1-1.png&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Something I could have been. Something I am. Something I will be...</title>
    <published>2007-05-29T23:37:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-29T23:41:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>M83 - Birds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's a funny realization at the very end of something like college when you realize that you could have or should have done this or that.&amp;nbsp; My realization today is that I should have been a History or Art History Major.&amp;nbsp; I take these really interesting but also painstakingly difficult courses in History and Art History for fun, but after taking them I have the same conversation with myself...why didn't I do this as an undergrad?&amp;nbsp; I just got back my midterm for a really amazing but also extremely difficult class on the History of Photography and Photographic Practice and I am pretty sure that I set the curve on the exam.&amp;nbsp; Granted, I am a photographer in my own right and being one gives you somewhat of a framework in which to engage the material.&amp;nbsp; The course was a ton of memorization and an excessive amount of reading and critical theory that I endured.&amp;nbsp; I think If I had to do it all over again, I would have majored in Art History and either minored or double majored in African American Studies.&amp;nbsp; I had a much similar affirmation at the end of fall quarter when I shattered the grading system in a course on African American History, Black Nationalism, and the Cultural Importance and Impact of Musical Traditions and Innovations (Namely: Soul, Motown, R&amp;amp;B, and Funk Music) Do I regret not coming to these conclusions sooner...no I don't.&amp;nbsp; It's funny the way things work out.&amp;nbsp; I think that as time progressed my intellectual capability to tackle these courses head on grew so strong.&amp;nbsp; If I were to come to this affirmation any sooner, it would have been a completely different story.&amp;nbsp; I probably would have discounted the idea of doing so and gave up on it after a certain point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the point now where I am exactly two and half weeks from graduating.&amp;nbsp; It's an intense, but also thoughtful and nostalgic transition period.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, marks the last few full nights of paper writing for my undergraduate life.&amp;nbsp; I have no sit-down finals.&amp;nbsp; All I have are three lengthy essays and projects to complete (30+pages of writing), and I should be doing so by the end of this week.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited right now that I am rendered completely speechless and immobile.&amp;nbsp; I am coming to the absolute realization that there are going to be friends that I will never see again, and it is inevitable that this is going to happen.&amp;nbsp; Am I sad?&amp;nbsp; Yes and no.&amp;nbsp; It is all very bittersweet.&amp;nbsp; Many of these people were destined to be nothing more than ten-week friends.&amp;nbsp; There are those people, and they know who they are, that I will make the effort to come and see once in a while to maintain the great connection that we have established.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to our future adventures together, whenever those will be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I can't think of much else to say.&amp;nbsp; I am happy, excited, bittersweet, nostalgic, and adventurous.&amp;nbsp; The future awaits.&amp;nbsp; I am ready to fly.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Yarrrrg.</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T05:26:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T05:26:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ay thoroughly enjoyed that.</content>
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    <title>spasticsean @ 2007-05-19T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-20T06:50:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-20T06:50:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel better about everything. :)</content>
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    <title>Checklist/Countdown to Graduation...2.5 WEEKS!</title>
    <published>2007-05-12T08:02:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T20:22:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Amiina - Ugla</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit: 4 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming Dates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Weekend at home: Friday May 11th - Monday May 14th&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] School: Monday May 14th - Thursday May 17th&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Thursday May 17th: Hiring 1:1 and CPR Training @ UCSD &lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Weekend at home: Thursday May 17th-Monday May 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;[&amp;nbsp; ] X-Fest with Kristen and Paulo: Sunday May 20th&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ IP ] School: Monday May 21th - Friday June 1st&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;nbsp; ] Weekend at home: Friday June 1st - Thurs June 7th&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;nbsp; ] School of Arts and Architecture Graduation: Saturday June 16th 4PM.&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;nbsp; ] Life after UCLA Starts: UCSD Summer Camps/Summer School/Paulo's 18th Birthday: June 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Academic Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;[ x ] History of Photography Midterm: Tuesday May 15th @ 2PM&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;nbsp; ] Folkloric Film Proposal Study Guide: Research, Ethics, Participant Observation, and Inquiry. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;+ Topic: Children with Alcoholic Parents&lt;br /&gt;[ IP ] National Endowment for the Arts Grant Proposal Museum Exhibition Project/Presentation: 15-20 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;+ Topic: &lt;font size="2"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Doppelgänger: Surrealist Subversions by Claude Cahun&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;[&amp;nbsp; ] History of Photography Research Paper: 10 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;+ Topic: "&lt;u&gt;Body Inscriptions: The Visual and Physical Prose Photography of Annie Leibovitz&lt;/u&gt;" (1990's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rockabye-Baby-Lullaby-Renditions-Radiohead/dp/B000GY72KQ/ref=sr_1_15/104-7012690-1678319?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1178951286&amp;amp;sr=8-15"&gt;&lt;span class="srTitle"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Drum roll please...</title>
    <published>2007-05-09T23:08:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-09T23:08:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was not selected for the Museum Internship.&amp;nbsp; After all that waiting, looks like it is 2nd place for me.&amp;nbsp; Still nice to have the connection, though.&amp;nbsp; So, I will be a Camp Counselor at UCSD Camp Knock Around for the summer! WOOHOO! I am so excited! I just paid for my classes as well.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a fairly busy Summer, but I think it's going to be a TON of FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean</content>
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