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  <title>And then we're gonna go go go go go go!</title>
  <subtitle>And we're not gonna stop until we get across that goal line.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Richie Knips</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-18T06:31:26Z</updated>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-07-18T02:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T06:31:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T06:31:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Best round ever shot: 78(+7).&lt;br /&gt;Best place in a tournament: 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;Best day of golf in my life: July 16, 2007.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tortexturtle88:53399</id>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-07-14T07:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-14T07:20:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T07:20:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So um, its about 3:14am and I am still up, after a long and fun night. Now, I'm not normally one to hold grudges but when I do, its for a special reason or special feeling, and for once, that feeling was right. I don't understand why it had to happen this way, nor do I know how its going to unfold. In the end, you really find out who means what to you. In this case, I don't know who to turn to.  I'm going away in 6 weeks. Who I thought ment most to me turned out to be what I always thought they'd never be. Sometimes, you should really trust your instincts and go with your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that explains why I feel most comfortable on the golf course. Normally, I'm a shy person. But when I'm on the golf course, I feel most at home. I don't think about anything! No worries, no problems while I'm out there. I'm having the time of my life, everyday. I plan to keep it that way until I leave and start all over. Golf is my main priority right now. I want to qualify for the nature valley ameature contest. That's my long term goal for now, and I'm feeling good about that. I just wish I could wake up this morning feeling that positive and good about myself and who I call my friends. &lt;br /&gt;Help me on this wild ride I call life.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-06-07T01:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T05:47:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-07T05:47:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/2259/schedulefx3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-05-30T01:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T05:56:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T05:56:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling. I didn't feel a thing, so baby don't feel no pain.&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back...</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-04-28T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-29T00:45:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-29T16:49:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a dream this morning. We got home from grad night about 8am. Went to sleep at 9. In my dream, we were back at Grad Night and i saw Sarah in the distance. I ran through a crowd of people to see if it was really her. When I called her name, she turned and looked but couldn't see me. I kept running until i was behind her, i went to grab her shoulder and she disappeared. She reappeared and continued walking. So I called her again and tried to talk to her, but every time i went to hug her, talk to her, touch her, she just simply disappeared. Extremely weird. Guess it's just that much more real that she's gone.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-03-30T01:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T05:33:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T05:33:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its the rythmatic pattern of a great grandfather clock that my tears hit my foot. I just sit in awe, 6 months later. When you dont think about it, it seems like forever ago. But when it actually hits you, it seems like just yesterday you got &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; phone call. It makes you realize that my problems are very minimal. I'll be successful whether I go to Community College or a 4 year University.--I'm just rambling. When I think of her, I think I can write, so I do. sorry.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-03-26T01:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T05:35:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T03:50:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Probably Lil' Wayne</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know when the time will come, but I hope it's soon. I think I've waited long enough and the more that I see people receiving undeserved happiness makes me want to just fucking ruin their lives.&lt;br /&gt;   It's been seven months since I applied to a college and I've only heard back from one: USF offered me guaranteed access to their Spring '08 session. Sweet! I really don't even want to go to UCF anymore, honestly. If it takes them 7 months to say yes, what the fuck took so long? I went up in what they asked me to, and academically just got stronger. If they say no, what the fuck took so long to say no? What difference was there from December to now? BCC is slowly becoming a reality, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;     Other than that, I love settling stuff with friends. I love my weekend life and meeting new people. Just let me meet someone and get into a school, and I will be the happiest most greatful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] And if my life seemed to be that it couldn't get any worst, I was just informed that my pay will be dropped $1.50. I will be quitting in result of that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tortexturtle88:51861</id>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-03-05T23:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-06T04:27:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-06T04:27:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She would have been 18 tomorrow. Tomorrow will not be the easiest of days, to say the least.</content>
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    <title>My Luck.</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T07:44:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-11T07:44:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, lottery was up to 42Million and I decided to play a couple quick pick. I bought $3 worth and waited about an hour at work til the numbers were drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's winning lotto numbers: 10-11-18-24-26-35&lt;br /&gt;My quick pick numbers:            9-11-17-23-27-37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tortexturtle88:51176</id>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-02-04T19:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-05T00:21:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-05T00:35:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck you. I've wanted to say that to you about three times this weekend, but I'm to nice of a guy to say that to you. You completely lead me on. You completely fucked me over. You completely got me to fall for you too. All your deceitful sayings of "I'm so confused. I like the both of you, but I just don't know since he came back." Fuck that. You knew what you wanted the whole time. You don't give me the time of day. I did everything I could do. I dropped plans only for you to break ours. I am a genuinely nice guy that did nothing to you I don't play games. I get attached easily. You put me through hell. I'm a push over. I hate arguing with you in text messages, because as soon as I see you, you change my mood. Go to hell, you fucking piss me off. I can't ignore you. I do not want to let go of the thin string I'm holding onto becuase I do not want to get upset or hurt. I know I will if I let go. I know the truth to this ending, but I do not want to believe it. I force myself to believe these fraudulent endings I believe &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; happen, but probably won't. I'm going to give you the one chance you didn't give me, only because I think you can make the right decesion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who this did not apply to: sorry for wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2007-01-28T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T03:19:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T20:15:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"And you don't want to be here in the future. So you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past. And you don't want to look much closer because you're afraid to find out all the hope that you had sent into the sky by now had crashed and it did because of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish people were as easy of a forgiver as I am. Forgive and forget man, what ever happen to that mantra?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tortexturtle88:50581</id>
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    <title>"i'm just going to pretend like last week never happened for the sake of my relationship."</title>
    <published>2007-01-09T05:39:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-09T05:39:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;You do just that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has come to a brief hiatus due to the past couple of days. Getting close to people then having to become astray. Notre Dame losing big time to LSU. High School football ending in one of the most dramatic football games I've ever witnessed. My senior year not being as easy as everyone said. "You'll get in for sure. UCF, who doesn't get in? Come on." Well where the fuck is my acceptance letter? No football. No girls. What has my life come to?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tortexturtle88:50310</id>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-12-27T02:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-27T06:27:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-27T06:27:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not a day goes by where I don't think about her. If you knew her, consider yourself one of the luckiest persons alive. It seems like it has been so much longer. 3 months when dating someone goes by so quickly. But three months after someone dies seems like three years. I can only imagine how her best friend feels. And the biggest shame was to see everyone mooch of the fact she passed as an excuse to get out of class or skip track practice. You should be ashamed of yourself. I knew her very well through out our elementary and junior high school years. After that, here and there conversation, but that was about it. It's tough going to different schools and still keeping the same relationship you had then, now. And I don't think I could have done anything better then the way I did. The only thing I can hope is that she still remembered me if she heard my name and when she heard my name, she remembered something nice or positive about me. Things are different without her, people have already moved on and such. But I will always remember Sarah Adams.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-12-05T02:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T06:21:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T06:22:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="10"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; LAKELAND NEED TO GO TO CHURCH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-12-02T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-02T17:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-02T17:32:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Best High School football game I have ever seen. And believe me, I have seen my fair share of St. Thomas Aquinas Raiders; 40+ games since freshman year. And last night was the most exciting game. Ever.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-11-05T12:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T16:38:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-05T20:42:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;I don't care if you like or dislike sports, this story will touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/getknipsy/253866924932.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Meet Yoelvis "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Yoelvis Pedraza crawled out the water and curled into a ball. On a pool deck filled with cheering teammates, Pedraza wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He wanted to be alone with his father.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Pedraza broke the state record Saturday in the Class 1A 500-yard freestyle at the Fort Lauderdale Aquatic Complex. He broke it just like he said he would. He did if for his dad, Orelvis Pedraza, who died in January of pancreatic cancer. ''I did what I came to do,'' Pedraza said. ``I did this for my father.''&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Orelvis Pedraza, who smuggled his family out of Cuba in 1998, left his son with two requests: graduate from college and break the state record in the 500-yard freestyle. Yoelvis Pedraza fulfilled the first half of his promise Saturday with a heroic effort. He set the state's mark at 4:23.48. Pedraza's race broke the 24-year-old record of 4:23.90 set by Mat Cetlinski of Cardinal Gibbons.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Pedraza also won the 200-yard individual medley, was a member of Pine Crest's state champion 200-yard medley relay and helped his boys' team earn the Class 1A state runner-up trophy. Pine Crest (245.50 points) placed second behind Jacksonville Bolles (436), which won its 19th consecutive boys' swimming state championship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-11-05T02:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T06:00:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">goood show tonight.&lt;br /&gt;NFG is still great.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-10-26T01:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T05:08:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T05:08:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One long month.&lt;br /&gt;One tragic month.&lt;br /&gt;One emotional month.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty long, upseting, doubtful, curious, sometimes extremely emotional nights.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please, come visit me sometime. :)</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-10-24T17:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T21:31:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T21:31:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY IN AN HOUR!!&lt;br /&gt;SAY ANYTHING WAS AMAZING, AS EXPECTED!</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-10-17T04:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-17T04:27:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-17T04:30:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mae</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow,&lt;br /&gt;  It's only been three weeks. Three very long weeks. I've been to your grave twice and just sat there with you. I think of you every night. Sometimes, I can't control myself, others, I'm able stay composed. Most of the time, I just ask to see you once more, just for a split second. I think of you most when I listen to this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Wondering, the change you’d bring, means nothing else would be the same. Did you know, what you were doing, did you know? Did you know how you would move me well, I don’t really think so. But the night came down and swept us away...When was the night that showed us the sign? Revealed in the sky, to leave all behind. But where to begin? throwing caution to the wind,we reached for the stars, everything was now ours.When the lights first came upon us, then we saw The Everglow."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I'm really empty without you. I can call back 30 great times we shared, and I wish I could re-share them with you. Everyone's gotten a lot closer. I love you soo much, you would have never known. &lt;br /&gt;  "Now I have finally accepted that we will never stand in the same room. I can never hear your voice of reason. At least you didn't, didn't feel a thing.When I die, I'll be fine because I know you're always there.When I die, I'm alright because I know you'll be there. You are home.I'm still here but I'm waiting for our long conversations. I'm still here, but I'm waiting for you to come home."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I miss you so much, and I wish I could have proven to you that I never forgot who you were, nor will I ever.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-10-15T05:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-15T05:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T05:07:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Truth Is-The Early November</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't think I could be happier.  We beat Hollywood Hills. Actually, we kinda put them to shame and Chris Anderson is overated. Chaminade lost. Major Wright was called to play in the Army All-American Bowl game. I just got home from a party.&lt;br /&gt;Just missing one thing. :(</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-07-25T02:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T06:28:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T12:58:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't think anyone can really comprehend how badly I want this. I want this more than anything, and I think I deserve it. Countless number of hours out on the links, countless number of hours in the practice bay, and most important of all, countless number of hours of fun. I love golfing. I go out every morning at 10am, to feel great and then shoot an ugly score. I'm training soo hard to make this team, and it's all I want. It'll be the biggest accomplishment I have ever acchieved as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a motivational poster hanging right in front of my computer--since I'm here most of the time, all I have to do is look up--and it reads this.&lt;br /&gt;     "Practice, and more practice. Visualze your success. Patience is a requirement. Attitude is everything. Take your best shot. Go for it! Believe and succeed. Never quit."&lt;br /&gt;I think you can apply that to anything, but for me, it's golf.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-07-03T03:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T07:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T07:46:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dude, no one's up.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY GET UP!!</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-07-02T11:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-02T15:54:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Holy Shit.&lt;br /&gt;In the payment period of May 17-june 17, I did 2,394 texts, unfortunately costing me $240. I go to my Current Usage section of my bill online, and the month ends Jul 13, and I'm already 2,027 texts into it.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody shoot me.</content>
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    <title>tortexturtle88 @ 2006-07-01T03:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T07:27:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;Then post this to your journal and see what people remember of you.</content>
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