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  <title>&gt;&gt;Jesus Of Suburbia...St.Jimmy...Billie Joe!&lt;&lt;</title>
  <subtitle>&gt;&gt;Jesus Of Suburbia...St.Jimmy...Billie Joe!&lt;&lt;</subtitle>
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    <name>&gt;&gt;Jesus Of Suburbia...St.Jimmy...Billie Joe!&lt;&lt;</name>
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  <updated>2008-08-06T14:15:48Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:48566</id>
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    <title>Where's Kris?</title>
    <published>2008-08-06T14:15:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-06T14:15:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack's Mannequin - I'm Ready</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last posted a real post, I have had a serious relationship which has sadly now ended, stopped working for the video store Choices and now work for Blockbuster, visited Manchester, had a hair cut, gone on various weird adventures into the Asian world with my friend, and discovered the Italian late 70's cannibal film genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have brought my ticket to see Fall Out Boy and The Mighty Boosh. And I am on a two week waiting list for a one bedroom flat with the council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dark Knight, Funny Games and Son Of Rambow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I've purchased well over 2000 dvds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be back to normal speed in about a week, maybe two.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:48023</id>
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    <title>Evolution Killed it all</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T22:35:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-20T22:37:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Cure - Close To Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fuck knows what I'm scribbling down in this thing, its been what? a year since my last entry? Well, felt like it! Screw the babble I just wrote even if I cannot remember one thingy from it! Once typing starts to get typed then damned if I can stop it (plus I think I'm talking/writing to myself here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another day... I always wish for darkness to quickly come, for with the night... my dreams... are realized or perhaps the world of truth is drive away by the shadows of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows the reasons, that my heart yerns for the night. For during the day it is bright and beautiful (sometimes) and nature blends with all things... if you are into nature that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I look at life around me... quesitoning as i do... and realizing perhaps it shall never be without worry ??&lt;br /&gt;I mean ok... life has all sorts of worries... and it is what we do with thoughs worries... that kinda makes us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me... most things I dont worry that much about... actually most things... But when it comes to something so amazingly important... I dont know. Actually one thing in my life can have such an affect on me. For all other things can be cast far from me and I would be fine, but I guess everyone has there weakness if you would call it that. I personally would say it is a staying point !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well i must be going ... of on some crazy adventure... well def with the crazy... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR A QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/diptutod/1045531484_fSlytherin.JPG" border="0" alt="slytherin"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slytherin! You're classy to the core, favoring the&lt;br&gt;traditionally finest things the world has to&lt;br&gt;offer. While you may or may not be evil *wink*&lt;br&gt;you certainly have the power and attitude to&lt;br&gt;get what you want. You're clever as all heck,&lt;br&gt;and tend to be a couple steps ahead of even the&lt;br&gt;most astute Ravenclaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/diptutod/quizzes/A%20More%20Unique%20Hogwarts%20Sorting%20Quiz/"&gt; A More Unique Hogwarts Sorting Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:47831</id>
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    <title>This Post Is About As Useful As A Screen Door On A Battleship</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T22:23:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-20T22:23:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy - Thanks For All The Fish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">How do you truly achieve a unique entry each time you sit down in front of the computer to type a journal entry? And by unique I am simply talking about in regards to your own previous entries. Perhaps you simply have to focus upon the mundane, the day to day. Because in doing so it is possible to avoid repetitious thoughts. But the thoughts do still remain hidden in some small corner of the mind, so perhaps by being verbose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However! In being verbose it sometime feels as if what you say is even more a repeat then if you speak in simpler ways. So we can continue to ponder this issue(?) does it really matter enough to spend thought and energy upon? All the other skulls floating around in the ether with their happy payload of gray matter don't seem to be particularly troubled with monotone reality whether in word or deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can imagine an infinite splash of color that warps in and out of space in such patterns as to confuse the eye and boggle the brain. The wavelengths that these black electronically represented letters spit forth towards my eye sockets are perhaps more then black. Perhaps my mind filters out the reality of the information being transmitted. Just because you don't detect a thing does not mean its not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; perhaps to follow that line of thought further, perhaps within these words are encoded concepts that you haven't see at first glance? perhaps there is a code within the code? What would that code be? Is a code without context meaningful? If I write a message to myself then perhaps so. I can encode it so that only i can decipher what it is that I intend to say. So that future tomas might be able to discern some meaning that is to be squeezed out drop by juicy drop from the words that fill the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps the code is simpler or more complex. Perhaps it is not for me at all, but for another to decipher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then this entry is for them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they know that it is for them without first receiving the communication or preamble? Every packet of information needs some form of header to notify the recipient of its potential meaning? Or is the header simply the method employed in disbursing the message to the potential recipient? Something is contradicting itself here? Something rings more false then true? Does the veracity of the truth hold any purpose when the message is emotive in nature and not specifics driven? Does the manipulation of the text lead to the desired end point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps! I'll see. In colors to colors we flow. In darkness no colors are seen. In light too bright the colors lose luster. In life too intense the colors distract from themselves. Subtly we approach are desired point... And what you see is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite I played my bass and drank a Jack Daniels whilst doing so.&lt;br /&gt;The more things stay the same, the more they change.&lt;br /&gt;Is the ground beneath our feet stable or fluid?&lt;br /&gt;Just watch an earthquake from space if you need to know the answer to that one. But thats pretty impossible and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things are in motion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is the key!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:47457</id>
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    <title>The dog doesn't count as a kid, Marge.</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T23:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T23:00:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day - Holiday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Why do they steralize the needle for the lethal injection?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:47234</id>
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    <title>Hey, where's my parasol? I don't know, it wasn't here when I stole your umbrella.</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T21:46:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T21:46:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Good Charlotte - Little Things</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man, so fucking tired - 9am til 10pm work. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nearly made me cry with laughter and also, strangely, turned me on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=32913" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#A090D5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="2C0860"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=32913" target="_new" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #ffffff; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sleepover with Green Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Name &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8DAF3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in0" size="32" maxlength="64" value="Kris"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;DOB &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8DAF3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in1" size="32" maxlength="64" value="21/09/84"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Favourite Color &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8DAF3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in2" size="32" maxlength="64" value="blue"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billie will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8DAF3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have wild sex with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8DAF3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;play Texas Hold 'Em with you, Billie and Tre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tre will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8DAF3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;poke you in the ass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Their Manager will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8DAF3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lock you all in the tourbus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#2C0860"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Try Your Answers!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style="color : #000000;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="black"&gt;quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=53774"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="#000000"&gt;yourpoisonx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 3358 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" height="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font style="font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Get &lt;a href="http://astrology.kwiz.biz" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Free Daily Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt; from Kwiz.Biz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed, bed, bed, movie? Watch a movie in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Boys probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Never run in the rain with your socks on.</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T18:21:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T16:45:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Simple Plan - Addicted</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;RARRRRRRRR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ventilation....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck does it work that in rock, paper, scissors something can beat rock? Surely if a rock can smash a pair of scissors it can tear its way through a piece of crappy paper. If paper can beat a rock by wrapping it up then why doesn't it do the same thing to the scissors? Because paper sucks. Good ole rock... nothing beats that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a mates to play guitar and do music.</content>
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    <title>Smart ass playing dumb</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T19:17:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T19:17:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day - Westbound Sign</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Standards set and &lt;b&gt;broken&lt;/b&gt; all the time, control the &lt;b&gt;chaos&lt;/b&gt; behind a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Call it as I see it even if I was born &lt;b&gt;deaf&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;blind&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;dumb&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Losers win big on the lottery&lt;br /&gt;Rehab rejects &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; sniffing glue&lt;br /&gt;Constant refutation with myself...&lt;br /&gt;...I'm a victim of &lt;b&gt;Catch 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO BELIEF!!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Will you come home and stop this pain tonite?</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T23:03:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T23:08:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blink 182 - I Miss You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Blink 182 have split up... man, that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really... I've spent my growing life listening to those guys... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Hoppus was one of my main inspirations for playing the bass guitar, it just doesn't seem real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But then all it means is I'll always be dreaming of you...'</content>
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    <title>No I don't drink, what the hell.</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T12:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T12:28:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Killers - Somebody Told Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yey coffeetime! Coffee! Coffee coffee coffee! Coffee!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:44744</id>
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    <title>Smack me in the forehead with a chain</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T00:32:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T00:51:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day - Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love watching Riding In Vans With Boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day are just the greatest band in the fuckin world fuckin shit planet fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, excuse my use of the 'F' word. Sorry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:44451</id>
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    <title>America.... FUCK YEAH!</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T00:41:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T01:03:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New Found Glory - It's Been A Summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I like it in the house when everyone is asleep and I am the only one up. It is quiet yet I still know that the house isnt empty. This is a great feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of buying some new posters... I'm thinking of Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind and Evil Dead for my room and getting Sarah a new random but cool Green Day poster because I didn't get chance to get her one in Newcastle. Had a nice night after work - girlfriend, chinese food, beer and Team America movie. Man, so good. Listening to a live Green Day stream of their gig in Amsterdam. Also, so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the bottle of Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Budweiser won.</content>
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    <title>fear of failure is kind of the biggest impedance of, um,  success</title>
    <published>2005-02-10T13:04:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T12:21:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sugarcult - Pretty Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Guess I thought I'd better post an update - been a while and have done so much! Mainly? WATCHING GREEN DAY LIVE!!! I thought I'd wait until I'd been to all the gigs before posting what I thought, so anyone who's interested read ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-1/942806/americanimage.JPG" alt="American Idiot" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho! So here we go on the Green Day stuff, but I gotta say that most of this has been stolen from my girlfriend &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bruisedegomania' lj:user='bruisedegomania' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bruisedegomania.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bruisedegomania.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bruisedegomania&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I'm going to get a fluffy beating from her (hopefully). &lt;br /&gt;So, Green Day were &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt; in all the gigs - Nottingham, Manchester and Newcastle. I just cannot wait to see them again in Milton Keynes! Billie looked fuckin sexy from both a male and female point of view (and my moms), Mike looked smooth and angry and fluffy all at the same time and Tre needs no introduction so fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-1/924157/heartgrenade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my memory came the set list because I usually remember these kinds of things. Its not pretty acurate - its dead on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;YMCA&lt;/b&gt; Green Day were introduced by the alcoholic pink furry bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Idiot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus Of Suburbia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holiday&lt;/b&gt; So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are We The Waiting?&lt;/b&gt; Time for lighters #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;St Jimmy&lt;/b&gt; Billie did a whole load of running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longview&lt;/b&gt; Mike took the center stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hitchin' A Ride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brainstew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowledge&lt;/b&gt; lucky bastards got to get up and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basket Case&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;King For A Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shout&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lettebomb (intro only)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;/b&gt; lighter time #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minority&lt;/b&gt; a whole load of jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;ENCORE&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boulevard Of Broken Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I Come Around&lt;/b&gt; wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Are The Champions&lt;/b&gt; fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good riddance&lt;/b&gt; brilliant and lighter time #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-1/924157/bckgrnd.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment the bunny came on up to the explosion of little heart grenade papers at the end of We Are The Champions was just a energetic non-stop daze. The first song American Idiot just had everyone (new fans and old fans) going crazy, and when they rocked into Jesus Of Suburbia time just vanished. I don't think I could have picked a better set list! Starting with a load of new tracks had all the arenas jumping and then when mike took the stage for his longview riff it was so unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;Even waiting for Green Day to come back out for the encore didn't stop the show for a second. Amazing lights, backgrounds and effects kept everyone but the miserable people gripped (my girlfriend had a paticularly moody cow next to her in Nottingham who was about a mike's leg away from getting a bashing from her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the eruption of the confetti I think I had time to calm down, watching the stage. Then just Billie and his guitar came out to the front of the stage and started the riff to Good Riddance. That was just so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-1/924157/123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-1/924157/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-1/924157/125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the three Manchester was definatly the best. The highlight was the set list change of When September Ends and When I Come Around to the whole of Homecoming - each Green Day member sung a song in it. Other highlights of the gigs were Tre Billie's and Jason's hats in King For A Day, Billie putting his hand down his trousers and moaning (hmm), Billie introducing the band, Mike's hands playing Longview, Tre, and just the fact that Green Day were there right in front of me. Nothing will ever ever top the gigs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-1/924157/ticket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I really got to say about that for now! Except maybe for a Billie quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Don't let these bastards tell you how to run your life'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;If not, nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I got offered the job as Assistant Manager at work so I'm excited about that. More hours, more pay, more responsiblity. I love the job at the video store and feel so glad to be able to get somewhere in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining today so thats always good. Might have a beer tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx</content>
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    <title>Life's a journey. Not a destination.</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T04:05:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T00:58:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The White Stripes - Jolene</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The past several days, the weather has been quite cold! My cat, Rolo, has just had his furr fussed and he was a bit more purrerier than usual, so he was very cold, shivering even inside. The result? He had to get under my bedcovers and cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? My life today is being consumed by work recently. I don't have time to think about much else. &lt;br /&gt;Except for Sarah... she always finds a way to cuddle into my head randomly and stay there. Yesterday at work I was thinking about one day when I went to Rhyl with her... and it was nice. Very nice. Oh, and yesterday work got miraculously better. It was ridiculously fast compared to most days. I was with the manager Neil and he said that I could take the assistant managers job when she goes off on maternity leave! I feel so  happy about that... an actual career move! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the rain banging against my window right now... making me feel more so sleepy. So I'll sleep. I can't believe how soon I'll be seeing Green Day! I cannot wait! Oh, how the rain sounds... the best weather...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:42525</id>
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    <title>All my religious beliefs are based on Star Wars</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T23:58:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T23:58:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Taking Back Sunday - This Photograph Is Proof</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just wandered back into my bedroom from the bathroom, and wondered why it had gone so dark. Looking up to the ceiling, it seems that 2 of the 3 of my lightbulbs managed to fail in the 2-3 minutes I was away. Then, as I'm looking up at them and wondering how that happened, they manage to turn themselves back on, one at a time. Somewhat bemused as to how that happened, but on the plus side at least it means I don't have to go buying new bulbs.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:42382</id>
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    <title>Lazy days and busy nights!</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T23:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-18T01:08:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Cure - Boys Don't Cry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I say the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; way too much.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:42036</id>
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    <title>Cawfee and a hot dawg.</title>
    <published>2005-01-14T11:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-14T11:44:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day - 409 In Your Coffeemaker</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Green Day in less than two weeks!!! Sooo can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, got Broadband so maybe I'll be writing a whole lot more in here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats if... I ever think of something to say. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the law and the law won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissy Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:41916</id>
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    <title>I will return (with eomer).</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T11:52:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T11:52:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blink 182 - All The Small Things</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey hey hey! (again for a long time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished work at 2:56am. Bit earlier than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my way home I saw a rat run across the road. Or it could have been a mouse. I'm not too good with small animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I saw something &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; a rat run across the road. What did you see last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris xxx</content>
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    <title>A thousand times over</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T15:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T15:11:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New Found Glory - Dressed To Kill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey. So... I got a new job =) woot! Will be working 12 hours a week at Choices Rental video store, which I know I'll enjoy but still, 12 hours won't be enough to keep going really... I decided to keep an odd shift at the cinema to tie me over, much to the disappointment of my girlfriend. Friday daytimes there, sunday afternoons and monday and thursday nights at Choices... I think thats pretty adequete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling in the best moods right now because of the above, though. Went to see Sarah at work, tell her the good news, but she's really not happy with me still having a shift at the cinema =( I need to work more than 12 hours in a week and because Choices aren't offering any extra hours I need to carry on a shift at the cinema. Looks like it might be a bitter night of argueing. &lt;br /&gt;Also, got to pick my mom, nan and sister up at sometime... they've been on a coach trip to, um, I think my dad said paris...? They've stopped over a night - I forgotted. My dad's got the flu pretty bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, think I'll go listen to some sad music... *sigh* no workee, no happee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:41296</id>
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    <title>Your are my squishy, and you will be mine and you will be my squishy.</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T12:07:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T12:07:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Darkness - Love Is Only A Feeling</lj:music>
    <content type="html">'Whats a matter? Ocean not big enough for ya? Oh yeah... tough guy... wanna piece of me... do ya..? do ya...? Do ya...? Ohh, I'm scared now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Quit following me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Huh? You were showing me which way the boat went!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A boat? Hey I've seen a boat! It passed this way not long ago... it went... it went this way! This way!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wait a minute! You already told me that!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I did? Uh... oh...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look, if this is some kind of joke its not funny, and I KNOW funny... I'm a clown fish!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, no, I'm sorry, but its just that I suffer from short-term memory loss... Ask anybody! It runs in my family... at least, I think it does... Hmmm... where are they...?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can I help you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Somethings wrong with you. Seriously.'</content>
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    <title>Feeling unhealthy.</title>
    <published>2004-02-24T12:48:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-24T12:48:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Foo Fighters - Monkey Wrench</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've decided that over the next few weeks I'm going to be eating more healthy. Not because I think I'm fat (though my stomach does seem to be getting bigger) but because the whole health thing - better for my body and stuff. So its healthy slimming stuff for me from now on. Yeah. Just thought i'd let people know. I'll update on my progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did mark hoppus get where he is eating burgers... No! (well, he might have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris xxxxxx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:40751</id>
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    <title>I made a new friend today [Real or imaginary?] Imaginary.</title>
    <published>2004-02-09T12:04:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-09T12:04:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gary Jules - Mad World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have reproductive organs under those little white pants. That's what's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx</content>
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    <title>Like a foot alarm clock at 2am.</title>
    <published>2004-01-13T12:58:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-13T13:01:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Goldfinger - Spokesman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You mean Bart teacher's name is Krabbapel? I've been calling her Krandal! Oh, I'm such an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at long last the journal of me is finally updated with much prods and pokes from my sarah =) I guess finding the time would be my excuse but the real excuse is probably because I'm just a tad bit of a lazy bucko. &lt;br /&gt;Alright, quick recap: Christmas was great - loads of sctuff (a Mark Hoppus Fender Bass Guitar in Daphne Blue with a white pearl scratchpad,  a fender strap and a fender deluxe gig bag been one of them, as well as a new watch and a mint areo chocolate bar). New year: great also (much Bud). &lt;br /&gt;And now? Well, I don't know much about anything, but I think that things seem to be going pretty damn good =) No arguements between me and the most perfect girl in the world (kitten) which always makes me so happy. Not having a shadow of knowing there might be an arguement really does make my spirits saw and my days so much brighter... I don't know, but its like a new leaf. Things run so much smoother and knowing that when I'm done at work I have a happy girlfriend to come home to is just brilliant. I love where we are right now. &lt;br /&gt;Money isn't no problem either at the moment, which I guess also adds to the happiness... whoever said that money can't buy happiness lied. I think a No Doubt cd and a rare Japanese film does bring happiness once paid for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've also redone my room a little bit - sparked it up a little so to say. Being the fabulous interior designer I am I have decided to go frame mad and frame everything I see (including my sarah). Got this massive foil Middle Earth map (brought by love of my life) and framed it. Got two Lord Of The Rings film cells (they already came framed and also brought by that special girl). Framed my Green Day ticket and brought a random picture of the grand canyon (framed). Also brought a load of plants to bring some life into my room. Oh yes... all I need now is some big sleeves and long hair and I could be Mister Kris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as said so before I am happy and just hope it stays that way. I've also had a new kitten start coming into my house and mopping up the rest of my cat's food so he's now been adopted and branded 'Mop.' He looks so much like my original cat they could be brothers. But they're not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo there's not much more to say apart from: when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, pee in it, and serve it to the people who piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! BYE! BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris xxx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billie_joe:40314</id>
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    <title>Forgotten verses... My eyes are dry, no tears to cry</title>
    <published>2003-11-26T14:04:22Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-26T14:04:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day - Macy's Day Parade</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I chipped my tooth today, and i chipped my priveledges to hear your thoughts.. I'm not worthy. I don't feel worthy, though i'm sorry it's like this now. Have some icecream, it's cold like me.</content>
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    <title>Why must we continue to sweep up the shattered shards of an arguement?</title>
    <published>2003-11-25T13:20:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-25T13:20:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blink 182 - Obvious</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've come so far only to look behind me and see a cloud of dust. Everyone and everything seems so distant. Something inside me is slowly tearing me apart. Shreds of feeling and shards of memorys drown my own screaming voice. Is this insanity or just confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Again with the feeling of the down, yet I do deserve the right to ramble within my own journal, I'm tired of caring about what I have to be careful with what I write in here - just like I am so tired of sudden mood swings and being grilled to the spot over nothing (I can see) I have done wrong - I don't care if I'm going to get angry, because I guess, I can't help it and don't want to help it. Shout, snap, stap - don't expect anything back other than anger and hurt. Your choice - there's no need to be so bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only reply with the bitter when its been put on me. Baggage. Everyone has it whether they like to admit it or not. Some hide it deep inside and others tend to wear it on thier sleeves. I think at one point or another and more than just once, it eventually surfaces. I hate baggage, I really and truely do.&lt;br /&gt;If I were perfect...well let us not even consider perfection-no one can achive it w/out cheating. No one is whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my life being someone that everyone else expects. I do these things to myself. Twisted memories and tattered voices flow through the hallways of my mind day after day. &lt;br /&gt;Day after day, my soul is tapped by ghosts from the past. Hauntings seem to hold me down in a most unexplainable way. This isn't me. I don't know who that reflection in the mirror is. Everyday I face a familier stranger, and every other day I have a hidden enemy. Fear chases me with insecurities always on my heels. But insecurities that never cause a shout or a snap or an arguement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't bother listening to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how this thing called life is supposed to go?</content>
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    <title>Asleep is never a ending thought</title>
    <published>2003-11-13T13:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-13T13:13:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blink 182 - Feeling This</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to update again seen as though I hardly update and have found the time. Yey. Things are going okay for me at the moment... work is good, and my girlfriend and our relationship is great - except for the odd arguement I'm pretty happy when we're together. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas is on its way and I'm excited. I love christmas so much - the whole atmosphere and the build up. I just can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that bring me down right now is my half-insomnia and when me and my girlfriend argue... those leave me feel down and depressed and I always dread the thought of 1# been awake all night walking around the house trying to find things to do and 2# that I might have done something without knowing it and upset my girlfriend because I seem to do that a hell of a lot. I don't want that - I want what we had before when I didn't have to worry about that. And I'm not blaming her at all, I'm blaming myself, because I know that most of it is because of me now... I think that when you want something so bad and the thought consumes half your daily activities, if not more, then that will only push it away. I do believe in some cases it could be a motivation factor but how do you really know the difference? Maybe subconsciously I like this feeling. Maybe I like not getting what I want?? I'm just a dreamer, the thought of my dreams coming true scares me. If I accomplish what I want then what will I dream of next? You have to always want goals in life, without them what are you? Maybe I'm pushing it away because I'm scared?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know what I'm saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll end it here. Hope everyones okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my kitten... I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris xxx</content>
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