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  <title>this is the first day of my life</title>
  <subtitle>and you say this is living?</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-05-08T17:22:12Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:3580</id>
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    <title>country soul song</title>
    <published>2005-05-08T17:22:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-08T17:22:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>this song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When you're comin down our old country road&lt;br /&gt;you can feel it in your heart, feel it in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;And as you're goin down to our old country home&lt;br /&gt;There's no one around for acres, im told.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see her dancin in the fields below&lt;br /&gt;In a sun shower her summer dress is torn.&lt;br /&gt;That's my beautiful girl, she dont care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I believe in an afterlife&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I believe in a heaven&lt;br /&gt;And I feel happy inside, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you're driving down our old country road&lt;br /&gt;the dogs are in the front yard, she's indoors.&lt;br /&gt;And the city is on fire, yeah its burnin down&lt;br /&gt;But we dont mind, in our own simple life.&lt;br /&gt;And as you're goin to our old country home&lt;br /&gt;You'll see us on the front porch, huskin corn.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be watchin the sun crash into the trees&lt;br /&gt;The horizon bleeds&lt;br /&gt;but we sing&lt;br /&gt;"la da da, la da da, la da da da da"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:3100</id>
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    <title>Conor on Leno last night.........</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T18:36:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T18:36:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>thanks to kristen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"When The President Talks To God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;br /&gt;Are the conversations brief or long?&lt;br /&gt;Does he ask to rape our womens' rights&lt;br /&gt;And send poor farm kids off to die?&lt;br /&gt;Does God suggest an oil hike&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;br /&gt;Are the consonants all hard or soft?&lt;br /&gt;Is he resolute all down the line?&lt;br /&gt;Is every issue black or white?&lt;br /&gt;Does what God say ever change his mind&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;br /&gt;Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?&lt;br /&gt;Agree which convicts should be killed?&lt;br /&gt;Where prisons should be built and filled?&lt;br /&gt;Which voter fraud must be concealed&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one plays the better cop&lt;br /&gt;We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke&lt;br /&gt;No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't&lt;br /&gt;Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke&lt;br /&gt;That's what God recommends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;br /&gt;Do they drink near beer and go play golf&lt;br /&gt;While they pick which countries to invade&lt;br /&gt;Which Muslim souls still can be saved?&lt;br /&gt;I guess god just calls a spade a spade&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;br /&gt;Does he ever think that maybe he's not?&lt;br /&gt;That that voice is just inside his head&lt;br /&gt;When he kneels next to the presidential bed&lt;br /&gt;Does he ever smell his own bullshit&lt;br /&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it</content>
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    <title>Farewell  to live journal!</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T18:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-25T18:05:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok im done with this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've treated me sweet, journal, and we had some good times.&lt;br /&gt;but all good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ill prolly come back in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dont forget, ill always be here in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert video of me and live journal frolicking through sunflower fields]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:2692</id>
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    <title>1984</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T05:42:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T05:42:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've gotta be the best i can&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get outside&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta eat healthy&lt;br /&gt;and exercise &lt;br /&gt;I've gotta find peace&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta forget past loves&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be optimistic&lt;br /&gt;and rise above&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be happy&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta find jesus&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta do my work&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta paint &lt;br /&gt;I've gotta stop worrying&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be honest&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be helpful&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta stop thinkin&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;clean the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta keep friends&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get up early&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta turn off the tv&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go see them&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta tell them&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta record a song&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta stop staring&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta kiss her&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta figure it out&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be clear&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get plants&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta water them&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta end excuses&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta grow up&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta relax&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be charitable&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be heard&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta wake up&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta start living&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta change the oil&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta keep in check&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta read&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta meet new people&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be outgoing&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be patient&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta fail&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get going&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta be the best i can&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get outside&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta eat healthy&lt;br /&gt;and exercise &lt;br /&gt;I've gotta</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:2475</id>
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    <title>aarons_hot @ 2005-03-21T12:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-21T17:27:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-21T17:27:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://us.f2.yahoofs.com/users/413ca49cz40324175/aed4/__sr_/5e5e.jpg?ph7ewPCBSBfwMnuP"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two nieces,  Jenna and brand new Kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f2.yahoofs.com/users/413ca49cz40324175/aed4/__sr_/db9b.jpg?ph2gwPCBajH2yRlv"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad likes babies.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:2056</id>
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    <title>and pretty girls make graves</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T16:37:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T16:37:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>already told you.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ugh. come sweet death.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the new format? yeah, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im feeling a little better now, well physically anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im worried about pretty much everybody, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new record player to replace my broken one and its pretty fuckin sweet. so i was listening to bridge over troubled waters on it and i mean that album is brilliant, the songs are all poppy and upbeat with fast tempos yet the lyrics are depressing.  Bye Bye Love for example sounds all happy like the monkeys yet the lyrics go "Bye bye love, bye bye happieness, hello loneliness, i feel like i could die"  fuckin brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have a new niece, Kara, who only weighs 5 pounds. I want to be the fun uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spring break is now and it will be filled mostly with writing papers and class projects. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something bit my ankel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pretty girls make graves.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:1998</id>
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    <title>entry way song.</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T00:26:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T00:26:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>guess</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So im sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as much as id love to say "lil bit" of a cold, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;so i have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike borrowed an awesome keyboard that costs $2000 and its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i could so make some awesome digital songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im on a plane&lt;br /&gt;off singin my songs again, oh please dont think ill of it&lt;br /&gt;cause its the reason i exist&lt;br /&gt;but you, youre the crutch of a cripple&lt;br /&gt;you're the calm of a conscience &lt;br /&gt;you're the peace that i have found&lt;br /&gt;when all these voices talk too loud you are quietly reassuring me&lt;br /&gt;With the hands of a healer &lt;br /&gt;And the tongue of a teacher &lt;br /&gt;its your voice that I have known &lt;br /&gt;To be the first one on the phone &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you ran all the lights to the hospital</content>
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    <title>i've givin it all i can</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T00:27:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T00:27:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>OK computer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">YEAH YEP MHMM SURE YOU BET NO PROBLEM RIGHT GOTCHYA YOU GOT IT DONE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i havent listened to OK COMPUTER in ages, and now i am.&lt;br /&gt;granted it came out in '97, but definatley all time favorite album.&lt;br /&gt;so lets make a top 10 album list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)OK Computer - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;2)Im Wide Awake, It's Morning - Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3)A Rush Of Blood To the Head - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;4)Automatic for the People - REM&lt;br /&gt;5)Bridge Over Troubled Waters - Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;6)The Bends - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;7)The Joshua Tree - U2&lt;br /&gt;8)Grace - Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;9)The Man Who - Travis&lt;br /&gt;10)Poses - Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE SORRY CANT WISH I COULD OUT OF LUCK NO MAYBE NEXT TIME TRY AGAIN</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:1338</id>
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    <title>You know where you are with.</title>
    <published>2005-03-13T17:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-13T17:54:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SOOOO,  last night was the final show of 110 .&lt;br /&gt;then we did strike.&lt;br /&gt;me and brigette tore that shit apart! &lt;br /&gt;i was home by 2, that's really good for strike.&lt;br /&gt;so that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;today i have to work at regal, which makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;but i havent been there in a long time and im running out of money at a rapid pace.&lt;br /&gt;one day i am gonna grow wings, a chemical reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aarons_hot:1245</id>
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    <title>when an angel tries to sell you something</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T21:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T21:28:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i want a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a special ice cream treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes theres a sense of being completely alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned paint cans all day, what a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some chocolate, or a candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its not just there, its here, shahla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left early, i might get in trouble, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just roll your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like some oreos possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifted and fallen, the moon cries the sun swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id paint you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we do bad impressions of famous actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tries to sell the idea of it being okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is alone, except those with split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laziness is a crime, well, a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! one of those big chocolate chip cookies, still warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i go grocery shopping with mad tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aaron</content>
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    <title>the past</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T18:58:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T18:58:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bright eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So in this extreme cold weather i've been thinking a lot about the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda scary that im doing an internship that'll take up the whole summer,&lt;br /&gt;I wont see anybody or get to hang out and have fun unless people visit, but who knows who will.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, im gonna take the job naturally but there's some downsides to it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was little ... summer was the best fuckin thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;There was no school, just playing constantly, all day and late to the night.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends used to ride bikes and get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Other days Id spend the entire day on a road trips with my oldest sister and we'd have so much&lt;br /&gt;fun, even if it was just driving to some remote location for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;There was no worries at all, no appointments, no meetings, no jobs, nowhere to be and &lt;br /&gt;nothing to do and that was the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;Even in high school it was just drivin around town with my girl, nowhere to go and nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;It was fuckin awesome, it was the best times ever and i didnt even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rode my bike down the biggest hill in town to go home and build a new treehouse and&lt;br /&gt;go downtown for some real italian ice from the italian bakery, i had no fuckin clue how happy i was.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that everything was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;I used to be so so happy.&lt;br /&gt;My siblings were all at least in their 20s before my age&lt;br /&gt;reached double digits, and they'd come home at night with looks of worries and disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldnt understand why.  How could they possibily not be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I do understand, i understand all too well&lt;br /&gt;but back then it was innocence, fun, the greatest feeling of "home" you'll ever have, it was pure, &lt;br /&gt;it was relaxing, it was beautiful, it was ....i dunno, great.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so happy.</content>
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    <title>the first.....sorta.</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T21:29:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T21:29:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Garden State sndtrk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">HEY! So this is like my first entry thing, sort of, mad did one earlier.&lt;br /&gt;but this is me. So that's exciting, mark it down in your calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110 Flights is...&lt;br /&gt;March 4th, 5th at 8:00&lt;br /&gt;the 6th at 3:00&lt;br /&gt;and then the 9th through 12th at 8:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted 89% of the set, and im currently in talks to paint 100% of the next show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for music "Life and How to Live It"  "Madeline's Song" and "Waiting From a Window"&lt;br /&gt;are all coming along nicely as Bright Eyes rip offs. hah. just kidding, but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peace out&lt;br /&gt;sudden thought: is anyone going to read this?</content>
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    <title>aarons_hot @ 2005-02-15T10:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T15:05:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T15:05:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sup niggers. this is madeline making a post cuz it didnt have one and it needed one. ok end of post.</content>
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