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  <title>I'm simply making my way</title>
  <subtitle>...to Denmark</subtitle>
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    <name>Pilot</name>
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  <updated>2006-05-23T05:51:05Z</updated>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-05-23T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T05:51:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T05:51:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rainer maria</lj:music>
    <content type="html">God damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm new paltz rtomorrow and &amp; drunk monday;s/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving to new paltz nd you shoud too!&lt;br /&gt;P&amp;gt;S&amp;gt;I'M SORRY ASHLEY FOR THE CAR ACCIDENT YOU WERE SUPPOED TO CALL ME</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boy_maroon:70348</id>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-05-12T13:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T17:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T17:53:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>seven swans</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm moving to New Paltz in three weeks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boy_maroon:70056</id>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-04-20T01:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-20T00:48:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-20T00:48:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>takk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wo - I didnt know Pretty Girls Make Graves had a new cd&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone pick it up / hear it yet? Let me know how it is if you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ also, I can't stop listening to this CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with everything right now. And i'm going to miss this city more than I care to think about. You're all going to be So sick of me talking about it but, I dont care :) you probably already are. This whole experience has been really, refreshing. And if I hear a beatles song within the next three weeks I might break down haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going out to Wagamama --- the Greatest place on EARTH - and i'm getting some Yaki Soba. &lt;br /&gt;Friday night. Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;And then this chapter of my life will be over. &lt;br /&gt;So wiiiierd I dont want to think about it at all. I miss everyone at home but, in all seriousness, I do Not want to leave yet.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-04-19T00:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-18T23:58:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-18T23:58:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dntel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just watched Wedding Crashers...for the FIRST TIME. Finally. It was really good haha --- I seriously think that I'm the last person on the planet to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear a song and just think -  that is EXACTLY what I wanted to hear right at this moment in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my computer and (this is) the dream of even and chan came on. And It. sounds. perfect right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home in 5 days...can I get an AMEN?</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-04-12T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T15:52:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T15:52:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>colin &amp; edith</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. You have to get all parties over the river by using the raft &lt;br /&gt;2. There can only be two people at a time on the raft &lt;br /&gt;3. Only people who can operate the raft is the Mom, Dad and Policeman &lt;br /&gt;4. The Dad cannot be left with a daughter without the Mother being there &lt;br /&gt;5. The Mother cannot be left with a Son without the Dad being there &lt;br /&gt;6. The robber cannot be left alone without the policeman as he attacks people &lt;br /&gt;7. All false moves are indicated by a circle being generated and an attack taking place &lt;br /&gt;8. To move people on and off the raft click on the relevant person &lt;br /&gt;9. To move the raft backwards and forwards over the river click the red ball on the post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freeweb.siol.net/danej/riverIQGame.swf"&gt;http://freeweb.siol.net/danej/riverIQGame.swf&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-04-11T20:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T19:36:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T19:36:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Takk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a dream last night that I came home. All my family said to me was "Oh, hi tim...did you have a good time?" and then went back to what they were doing. And then I was thinking about my room here, and I remembered that i left five pounds on my nightstand and i left my shoes in the corner...And i started Freaking out because I didnt know how i was going to tell my parents that I left stuff here...So i started thinking maybe I could get on a plane really quick, go back and grab it, and come back home before they notice lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be thinking about leaving yet. Because I REALLY want to go home, but I dont ever want to leave here. This place has become such a part of me, and i dont even know when I can come back. I dont want to say goodbye to Gloucester Road, or Ben, or Ross, or Royal Albert, or St. James. All of these little things that meant Nothing to me for months, now have so much bearing. Every stupid little "Way out" sign or hearing "Eat in or take away" or seeing the 49 coming down the street at the Perfect time. Barclays. Sainsbury's. Hyde Park. I'm really going to miss my roomates, even when I get to live in my Own room again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a formal on Friday, dressing up and drinking wine. And on Sunday Jen is cooking Easter dinner for us. And then next week is it. HOME STRETCH. I cant believe it</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-04-07T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T15:23:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T15:23:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kooks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So i'm kinda jumping the gun a little bit, but i'm pretty sure I got all of my classes for next semester. First time for everything. As it stands right now, this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;9:30-10:45  Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;12:30-1:45  Media Planning&lt;br /&gt;2:00-3:15   French&lt;br /&gt;6:30-9:00   Ethics&lt;br /&gt;(HOLY SHIT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;8:30-5:00   Work&lt;br /&gt;6:30-9:00   Documentary Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;8:30-5:00   Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;9:30-10:45  Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;12:30-1:45  Media Planning&lt;br /&gt;2:00-3:15   French&lt;br /&gt;3:30-5:00   Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means that, once again, Thursdays are party nights for me. Thats actually one of my major goals when i'm making my schedule haha.  I have two weeks, two days left and there's still so much I need to do. The other night I said goodbye to Erika because she was leaving for spring break - and wont be back here until after I leave. So I wont see her again for another two months. Leaving London just seems so surreal. I cant really believe it's happening.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-04-06T15:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-06T14:58:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-06T14:58:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>www.bbc.co.uk/radio1</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It got&lt;br /&gt;...really nice all of the sudden. Damn I want to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Megan's Birthday tomorrow so if you see her wish her a happy one. Or send her a message or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to PARIS???? Mother Fucker.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-04-03T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-03T14:23:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-03T14:23:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>decemberists</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This past weekend I went to Ireland - flew into Dublin, went to Cork, and then back to Dublin. It was alot of fun. I kissed the Blarney Stone and walked up and down the Wishing Steps and all that touristy stuff. Awesome. It was really cool to see though. The whole time I kept thinking about my grandmother, and my family in general. It was a very enchanting experience. Here's a picture of a HUGE rainbow in the Dublin sky -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00837.jpg" border="2" alt="Ireland"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool right? What are the odds of that happening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see the newest episode of LOST last night and I cant stop thinking about it. I have gotten.completely.hooked on that show. It's so fucking intense. It's my new excuse to not do my homework haha. From what I hear, Dan and Mike have found an apartment up for grabs in New Paltz - so hopefully I will be moving across the river for next year. I would be so happy if that actually happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited. Just, in general. It's been a fantastic year.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-27T01:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-27T00:52:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-27T00:55:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the scientist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mary sent me the COOLEST package today&lt;br /&gt;And I love her so much for it. Seriously, it made my night - thank you So much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Burger King - we needed a midnight snack. Some American was giving the employees a really hard time - with his thick, Southern accent and it made me really hate Americans haha. But seriously, thats the problem...people dont remember Nice Americans, just the over-the-top, patronising ones. It gives us a bad rep. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; felt offended by how he was behaving - it's just unnecessary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a presentation in the morning that I havent started preparing for. So, tonight will be my first official all-nighter of the semester. I figure, you have to have atleast &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; per semester, even if this hardly counts as a real semester.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being fake to people. And everyone always says that so-and-so is so fake/two-faced or whatever. But, when you really think about it, everyone is like that at one point or another. I mean, it's irritating when people are extremely blunt, too. Sometimes you just dont &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to hear the truth - it's better to tell white lies and get around it. But i've been fake lately, to alot of people. I could really tell some people off in my flat about their habits, and the way they talk and behave. But do I? No. I act like everything is Ok, and I still act like their best friend. Does that make a fake person? Sometimes I think so. But when I think about the alternative, is it really Better? To have obvious tension just floating around all the time --- that just doesnt seem like the solution.  I've grown accustomed to hearing derrogatory phrases, racist jokes, and overall poor behaviour simply because I dont want to be the person to say something. I'm a complete and utter pacifist, even if that means that i'm fake. So be it. Because I would rather have people get along than cause tension. I cant stand conflict and I avoid it all costs. And I wish I could be just a little less extreme, but I dont think I'll ever change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is the closest thing i've ever had to having a Real journal entry haha</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-26T15:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-26T14:53:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-26T14:53:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>orson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.poughkeepsiejournal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2006603260356"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Warrior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-23T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-23T16:53:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-23T16:53:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>WHEN YOU WASNT FAMOUS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear Mr. Stallone: There is too much to say that I really do not know how to start! I really hope this opportunity not to be the last one for me to be able to keep in touch! By now, I can tell you that my name is Adrian Rivera, I am a 31 years old man who lives in Costa Rica, Central America. I can tell that I am an amateur bodybuilder. I need you to know that I have grown up watching all your movies over and over again and everytime I watch them all I learn something new, it is really amazing! I have gotten, I have have got and I will get all my inspiration from you, Sir! I have always felt plenty of respect and admiration about you, because of your extraordinaries career and life! Your notorious humility and generosity! And your amazing versatility, also! I can not wait to be the first Costa Rican man to stand in line for "ROCKY BALBOA"! By the moment, that is it, I think. Best wishes for you, Sir, and your lovely family, also! THANK YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!!! And please, Sir, "KEEP PUNCHING"!!! YOU ARE THE BEST!!! Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everything about 80s and 70s because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA ROCKY FOREVER</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-22T15:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T15:16:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T15:16:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>snow patrol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp; it's nights like last night that make me wonder why I go to Marist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream the other night that I was home again. I woke up kinda disappointed. It's too hard to live with 15 people.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-18T17:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-18T17:25:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-18T17:25:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Keith Sweat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">St. Patrick's Day 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might have been the Most I've ever drank in my life. Power Hour. Beruit. Shoulders. Than out to drink more. We went to some bar, &amp; I won an Irish dance compettion, 25$ and a free Tshirt. Here's some pictures of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00683.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00688.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz Jamie and Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00697.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00693.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph Dave and Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00695.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00715.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00741.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitive Beruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00710.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00718.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Bri (and my glasses that Everyone steals)&lt;br /&gt;(even though I stole them from Mrs. Gallipani haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00702.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00727.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00736.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00729.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00730.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really remember why, but I tackled Suz in the hallway because she was trying to run away from me. I think it had something to do with Shoulders but I couldnt tell you. Dave felt it necessary to record the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00754.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00753.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00748.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day. Tonight we're going out to a club, I think. I need to start thinking about doing my homework though haha. It just, doesnt get done - i dont understand.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-14T15:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-14T15:27:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-14T15:27:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ordinary boys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm at work and REALLY bored - and I started googling images and found darkwing duck and remembered how much I loved that guy. Negaduck was cooler though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week/weekend there were 21 people in my flat, when there's usually only 16. I thought it was crowded before but now that alot of them are gone, I feel like I can breathe again.  We've also officially stopped doing tourist stuff - now our nights are either Piccadilly, Leicester, or episodes of Roswell, Lost, or 24 haha - so lame. But whatever, siteseeing wipes you out...so does working 9-5....and not getting paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email today reminding me about my flight home and to tell me to verify the details. It's april 23rd at 4:30 - incase anyone is planning anything :) yanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you with the light of a thousand moons</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-12T16:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T16:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T16:57:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Joseph Wrigley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-09T10:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-09T10:19:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-09T10:19:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>corinne bailey rae</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The District Line needs to WORK WITH ME when I oversleep. I hate when it’s delayed and I show up to work 45 minutes late. Good thing I’m not getting paid and I don’t &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; care that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I have two five page papers due and another round of iPod recordings so, my weekend is Shot. Tonight is stir fry, Lost, beruit, and then Piccadilly. Cant wait. I got a whole lot of sleep last night and I feel great today, even though it’s still kinda dismal out. Where is Spring already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think it’s smart to put 12 girls in one flat. That’s just my humble opinion. C-i-v-i-l  W-a-r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a waffle from ben and jerry’s</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-08T10:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-08T10:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-08T10:30:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boy_maroon:65950</id>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-06T01:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-06T01:40:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-06T01:40:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pisces Iscariot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;The weekend in pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00589.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend 1/2 of my flat went to Paris.  So our place was pretty empty, and we decided to take full advantage of the space.  Friday night Jen cooked us penne a la vodka and we had a feast. I drank a bottle of wine and six pints of beer - and didnt throw up. And knowing me, that is i-m-p-r-e-s-s-i-v-e. Saturday night Jen and Jamie made Twister out of one of their bed sheets and we all stayed in and played all night. That, and Beruit which I am getting pretty good at.  All in all it was a fun weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00598.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and Suzie Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00594.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00585.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and his White Lighting --- disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00581.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarran and Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/ca59c12a.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/e537cb06.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/036f441c.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/38c872a6.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00582.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarran Steph and Suz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night #2&lt;br /&gt;(Twister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/b09d4ac8.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/13c9d0b5.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00632.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00626.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri Matt and Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00647.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00614.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00637.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/b598f918.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/68f810b6.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bedddddd&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-03-05T14:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-05T14:56:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T18:54:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/ashley.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to start the day</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-02-28T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-28T23:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T18:55:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pumpkins!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/donquijote.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, Bri, and Don&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Madrid for Spring Break and it was fantastic. I have some more pictures but i'm too lazy to put them up at the minute.  I cant believe it's the end of February already. This has to be the fastest semester i've ever had.  I was trying to plan my workload for next semester and i realized that I'm incredibly behind...alot of my classes dont actually count for anything. Fucking Audit YOU'RE SO CONFUSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, according to the law, it's illegal to &lt;i&gt;sell&lt;/i&gt; Absinthe in the US, but not to bring back. As long as you declare it, you can bring it back to the States. I mean, thats the word on the street idk if it's 100% true yet. But if it is, I'll bring you guys back a bottle. For sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a Smashing Pumpkins kick again. Which I love -- once you start listening to them, it's hard to stop. I'm so sick of British radio James Blunt is not &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unhealthy to dream about Mario Kart hahaha&lt;br /&gt;No but really. That cant be good.</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-02-21T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-21T00:00:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T18:55:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/classicNP.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still me.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-02-18T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-18T23:57:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T18:55:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Arcade Fire</lj:music>
    <content type="html">These are from last night. We rocked out to Weezer and drank Strongbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00484.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00481.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00482.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00479.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bri, erin, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00477.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erin, bri, jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00476.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weezer, weezer, weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00492.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00494.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00499.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00498.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00496.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00489.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell forward on the chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00524.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00522.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00523.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00521.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00518.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00519.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00517.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get a call...Heather, Amanda, Jenna, and Karin are locked out downstairs. So me and Bri go down to let them in, not realizing that we didnt bring our keys with us. So we were locked out of the room when we got back up, and had to wait for Jon and Erin to come back from getting ice cream and beer down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00500.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00502.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00503.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00505.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00507.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00506.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00509.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00511.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00513.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00508.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00512.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00516.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00514.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/ben_hawkins/DSC00515.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell asleep. Typically me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday on Thursday, and I'll be in Madrid. This will probably be my last post of my 20th year in this world. Bai!</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-02-17T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T16:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T18:55:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>magic numbers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am drunk. At work.&lt;br /&gt;Because apparently, 1:00 on fridays means you drink bottles of red wine until it's time to go home hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SO cool</content>
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    <title>boy_maroon @ 2006-02-15T16:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-15T16:52:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T18:56:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>U2</lj:music>
    <content type="html">People in this flat are so petty. Its seriously driving me crazy. I cant stand girls who still think they're in high school, and can get away with being utter bitches because they think they're the "cool crowd". Our flat is split, 8 and 8. And it's an ALL-OUT-WAR in here, and blood will be spilt by the end of the week. I promise you. I got drunk last night and went on a tirade in the middle of the common room, and I'm pretty sure everyone heard me haha. Apparently, I'm an angry drunk...atleast here I am. &lt;br /&gt;I just dont like being ignored. Or bossed around. Not cool. No one here is in charge, so dont tell me I need to clean up right when I'm done. I'll do my fucking dishes when I feel like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the BRIT Awards, and they're a couple blocks away from me. One tube stop. I might go look for some celebrities and sell their autographs on eBay.  It's also Jon's birthday, so we're going out for a little while tonight to celebrate. Wish him a happy birthday if you talk to him. Or on facebook if you're lazy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Spring Break is next week. . . Toooo early for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm half done with my semester here. &lt;br /&gt;Wiiiierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wagamama is the center of my universe.</content>
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