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  <title>Nonsensical blabbering</title>
  <subtitle>CAPS LOCK: CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL</subtitle>
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    <email>Shiwasuda@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Shiwasuda</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-20T09:49:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:14886</id>
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    <title>Geez</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T09:49:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T09:49:20Z</updated>
    <category term="sleep scene hair"/>
    <content type="html">I just gave myself a slightly scene kid hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, work in about 7 hours. And I'm planning on waking up in 4. I think I should at least attempt for some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:14847</id>
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    <title>仕事の人たち</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T08:39:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T08:39:20Z</updated>
    <category term="what work water sports"/>
    <content type="html">So, there wasn't really a lot of anything to do at work today, so I didn't really do anything. And apparently, we're supposed to be trained in stuff. This week is Water Sports, and next week is Camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hot manager walks up to my area, and asks, "So, have you been trained in water sports?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I could no longer hold back about the whole area being called "water sports" anymore, I let 'er rip. (My mind/tongue combination knows no limits unless I monitor it carefully.) "That's, gross; and no, I haven't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took him a second, but then he laughed a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I questioned about how he knew. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best part of the day. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was at this girl's house for her birthday party, after most of the people left, her mom taught me the Electric Slide, and then the people from work came. They talk a lot of shit. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point they were saying something, and then I started to sing the, "What/What/In the butt" song, and they were all like, "Geez, Brittany, I bet you get out a lot and do freaky things, and go to raves and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:14427</id>
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    <title>ALE!</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T23:28:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T23:28:25Z</updated>
    <category term="quiz"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:155px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:95%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:12%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Openness to Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,128,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(85,159,85); width:32%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(251,212,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,241,170); width:22%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(128,0,128); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-top:1px solid rgb(149,99,151); width:0%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress, however you are sensitive about what others think of you. Your concern about rejection and ridicule cause you to feel shy and uncomfortable around others. You are easily embarrassed and often feel ashamed. Your fears that others will criticize or make fun of you are exaggerated and unrealistic, but your awkwardness and discomfort may make these fears a self-fulfilling prophecy. You lead a leisurely and relaxed life.  You would prefer to sit back and smell the roses than indulge in high energy activities. You tend not to express your emotions openly and are sometimes not even aware of your own feelings. You do not like to claim that you are better than other people, and generally shy from talking yourself up, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You are not an overly cautious person.  You will think about alternatives and consequences but make up your mind fairly quickly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Take a &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com" target="_blank"&gt;Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; now or view the full &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=wpa-628330&amp;amp;x=PIx1x175589-176689x6c3E1x1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Personality Report&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The best &lt;a href="http://www.whooga.com/ugg.asp?p=wpa-375279"&gt;ugg Boots&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Stress Management&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:155px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Functional Management&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:23%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Emotional Management&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:16%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Disengagement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,128,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(85,159,85); width:16%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Internalization&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(251,212,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,241,170); width:42%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You have low active coping skills, however you have high restraint skills. You have low use of instrumental social support skills. You have low denial skills. You have high humor skills.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Take a &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com" target="_blank"&gt;Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; now or view the full &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=wpa-628330&amp;amp;x=sCOPEx1x175589-2246x6c3E1x1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Stress Management Report&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The best &lt;a href="http://www.whooga.com/ugg.asp?p=wpa-375279"&gt;ugg Boots&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Motivational Behavior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:155px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Behavioral Approach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:72%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;72&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Behavioral Inhibition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:81%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;81&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You have medium drive motives, however you have high reward responsiveness motives. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Take a &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com" target="_blank"&gt;Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; now or view the full &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=wpa-628330&amp;amp;x=MBx1x175589-2253x6c3E1x1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Motivational Behavior Report&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The best &lt;a href="http://www.whooga.com/ugg.asp?p=wpa-375279"&gt;ugg Boots&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Attitudes Toward Self&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:155px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;High Standards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:58%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;58&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Self-Criticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:92%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;92&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Generalization&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,128,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(85,159,85); width:94%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;94&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You have high self-criticism attitudes. You have high generalization attitudes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Take a &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com" target="_blank"&gt;Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; now or view the full &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=wpa-628330&amp;amp;x=ATSx1x175589-3031x6c3E1x1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Attitudes Toward Self Report&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The best &lt;a href="http://www.whooga.com/ugg.asp?p=wpa-375279"&gt;ugg Boots&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:14094</id>
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    <title>ちょっとへんですねぇ？</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T07:48:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T07:48:08Z</updated>
    <category term="日本語"/>
    <content type="html">今、全部の言葉が頭では日本語でござる。何でかな。たくさん日本語のクラスの同級生達とボーバーを飲んだ。日本人もいた。ともと言う女の人だ。ともはとても面白いと思うんよ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それから、「ORANGE RANGE」を聞いている。このグループが大好きだ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明日は、バイトへ行くし、銀行へ行くし、新いトンーグのポーストをゲット！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;じゃあ、これはいい日本語の練習ですね。終わった。</content>
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    <title>OMFG YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T04:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T04:37:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Content-type: text/html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Entry successful!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Brittany, I have received your form!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your information has been processed, &lt;b&gt;Brittany&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.niftyness.com/animal/tankgirl2.htm"&gt;Click here for your results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, movies.</content>
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    <title>Holy Jesus Christ</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T23:39:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T23:39:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I hate myself sometimes. LAWL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I don't feel lie going all emo and spewing my guts all over, I'M GOIN' CAPS LOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE... YOU KNOW... CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANNA BE COOL. FUCK, WORK IN 45 MINUTES. WHAT A BUZZKILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, ANYWAYS. I CAME ACROSS A CLUB ON Y!GALLERY THAT MAKES ME HAPPY ON THE INSIDES. ...I'M SURE THAT LISTENING TO A PERFECT CIRCLE AT THE MOMENT HELPS TOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO A GARAGE SALE AND GOT A WICKED AWESOME BOOK ABOUT COOKING USING A WOK. SO, I'M LOOKING FOWARD TO THE DAY WHERE I GET TO BE HOME ALONE AND THEN I CAN COOK ALL DAY, AND THEN TRY AND MAKE LUMPIA FROM THE RECEPIE THAT I GOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I'M BECOMING SUCH A RECLUSE. I THINK IT'S BECAUSE I WENT OUT TWICE THIS WEEK WITH PEOPLE FROM CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GONE PAST MY LIMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I BELIEVE IN YAKUDOSHI NOW. ¬___¬;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GUNNA GO PLAY WITH PHOTOSHOP.</content>
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    <title>Lookit.</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T08:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T08:42:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I was driving back to work during my lunch today, I was looking in the mirror at my tongue(because it still trips me out a bit), and for some reason, the thought came into my head, "It's like a small erection in my mouth! ...Only growing out of my tongue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-hem. Well- no, there's nothing more that I can really say to that. XD</content>
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    <title>_dox_ @ 2008-02-18T01:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T09:29:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-18T09:29:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Since I totally just got done emo-ing all over the floor at MySpace like 3 seconds ago, I immediately remembered that there was more that I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is raping my up the ass with 5-foot dildo. It's rather unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving drawing, but I have no idea where my roll of paper is. ...I think I may have left it at Danielle's...? &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it there, dahling!?!?!!?!?!?!?!? OMNOMNOMNNOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, the movies that I mentioned buying on my MySpace blog - I share the titles with you. Beause pretty much the three people that I know that read this are cool, and I know that I don't need to worry about facing any kind of ridicule over my movie choices. Some of them are childish, but it's childhood memories that led me into buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, I decided to check out the movie section because, well, movies are good. And the first ones that I picked out were sets that had two DVDs in one case - the first one had Cradle 2 the Grave and Romeo Must Die. I always wanted to see those two movies, and Jet Li is made of awesome. And he's a sexy asian man. The other one has The Neverending Story, and The Neverending Story II. I have the VHS of The Neverending Story and the VHS of The Neverending Story III (which I have no clue as to where it ran off to and hid to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made my way over to checking out the video games, envied a few, played a bit of a Mario DS game, and then looked at more cheap movies. Then, I got A Knight's Tale (RIP sexy man D':), All Dogs Go to Heaven (have the VHS of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; also, somewhere), Cutthroat Island because I think it's a movie that my step-dad likes, and if not, then I'll gladly take it, Dogma - because I've been coveting it for awhile now, The Adventures of Milo and Otis (because there is nothing like a cute animal-related movie to make you fucking &lt;i&gt;bawl&lt;/i&gt; your eyes out, which I totally know I'm going to do now. Which reminds me - BENJI!!!!! ;_;), and XXX à la Vin Diesel. Sorry - not pron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also bought knitting needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.</content>
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    <title>Life</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T20:14:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T20:14:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, it's about past time that I finally decide what the fuck it is that I want to do with my life as a career. ...Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I was talking to my friend Karla about that yesterday, and about how she took some tests and saw a person about what she should do with her life, and whatnot. And, well, I just really want to decide on something and be like, "&lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; is what I want to do with my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this one is from a website called &lt;a href="similarminds.com"&gt;Similar Minds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Career Inventory Test Results &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extroversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;53%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Inquisitiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" width="280"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;font color="black"&gt;  You are an &lt;b&gt;Architect&lt;/b&gt;, possible professions include - strategic planning, writer, staff development, lawyer, architect, software designer, financial analyst, college professor, photographer, logician, artist, systems analyst, neurologist, physicist, psychologist, research/development specialist, computer programmer, data base manager, chemist, biologist, investigator. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/career.html"&gt;Take Free Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, from &lt;a href="http://www.princetonreview.com"&gt;Princeton Review&lt;/a&gt;, it says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;br /&gt;People with yellow Interests like job responsibilities that include organizing and systematizing, and professions that are detail-oriented, predictable, and objective. People with yellow Interests enjoy activities that include: ordering, numbering, scheduling, systematizing, preserving, maintaining, measuring, specifying details, and archiving, which often lead to work in research, banking, accounting, systems analysis, tax law, finance, government work, and engineering. 		&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;br /&gt;People with yellow styles perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is orderly and planned to meet a known schedule. They prefer to work where things get done with a minimum of interpretation and unexpected change. People with a yellow style tend to be orderly, cautious, structured, loyal, systematic, solitary, methodical, and organized, and usually thrive in a research-oriented, predictable, established, controlled, measurable, orderly environment. You will want to choose a work environment or career path in which your style is welcomed and produces results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From is from&lt;a href="ivillage.co.uk"&gt;iVillage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This description is a generalisation. If it rings true, you've found your career type. If it doesn't, return to the quiz, decide whether you answered truthfully, and not by what you think you should answer. Redo your answers and read your new results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be very happy in a career that utilised your level-headedness, and allowed you to work mainly on your own. You want a career that allows you to stimulate your senses and your mind, without having to be involved with lots of people. Some careers that would be perfect for you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Novelist&lt;br /&gt;    * Photographer&lt;br /&gt;    * Vet&lt;br /&gt;    * Medical Technician&lt;br /&gt;    * Paralegal&lt;br /&gt;    * Geologist&lt;br /&gt;    * Marine Biologist&lt;br /&gt;    * Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;    * Online Content Developer&lt;br /&gt;    * Webmaster&lt;br /&gt;    * Computer Security&lt;br /&gt;    * Producer&lt;br /&gt;    * Computer Programmer&lt;br /&gt;    * Technical Writer&lt;br /&gt;    * Systems Analyst&lt;br /&gt;    * Meteorologist&lt;br /&gt;    * Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like working and being alone. You like to avoid attention at all costs. You tend to keep to yourself, and not interact much with the people around you. You enjoy spending time with a few a close friends. You like to listen to others, but don't like sharing much about yourself. You are very quiet and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very practical, and only act after thinking things through. You don't like being forced to answer quickly. You have to evaluate the situation completely. You make decisions based on what you can verify with your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be involved deeply in one or two special projects. You like to be behind the scenes. You are very logical and fair. You feel you should be honest with others at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust what is certain. You only like new ideas if they can be practically applied to the situation. You value what is real. You use your common sense. You like to utilise the skills you have instead of learning new ones. You are very specific and detailed when writing or talking to others. You follow directions well. You like things to be laid out for you to do instead of working them out for yourself. You like decisions to be made. You don't like things to be left in limbo. You like to know what you are getting into before you commit to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to focus on the here and now. You enjoy completing projects. It is important for you to achieve and succeed. Therefore, you believe in working hard and playing later. You like to set goals and work towards them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah... XD</content>
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    <title>Mmm, crepes...</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T14:48:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T14:48:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Since I updated all of my other haunts, this was next on the list as there's still something else that I have yet to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love the randomass people that come into store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night there was this guy who came in the night before, and, well... I just start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first off, he came in on Thursday night. He was returning an Adidas backpack (normal price $60) because he needed more room. So, he brings up a Hi-Tec backpack, and we compare the size difference. He decides to get the Hi-Tec backpack. The Hi-Tec backpack was $35. Since when, at my store, returning things that have no reciept means you get the money back at last sale price(last sale price of the Adidas backpack - $39.99), he paid the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he decided that the roller luggage thing was better (and held a considerable amount more) decided to return the Hi-Tec backpack, and got the monstrostity at $59.99 - once again paying the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (Friday night) he comes back in, and starts talking to me, and is all like, "I don't get why I had to spend money here, and blah blah blah" and in my recovering state from sickness, and lack current massive lack in concentration skills, I was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; getting what he was having a problem with. Gah. But, I think I finally talked him down, and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he came back to buy some bullets. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; interesting character of a guy. He comes in talking loudly on his phone about a cat show at the Del Mar fair grounds (goddamnit, it'll &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be the Del Mar Fair to me!!!), and then he starts asking me about these little rods that when you break them they generate heat, and I was just like, "WTF mate. Don't know what you're talking about. Here's my blank stare/confused face. But we do have these thing-a-ma-giggers. Oh, somebody who knows wtf is going on? Yeah, just a second please." Then I go over to my manager who is playing catch with the other guy who was closing, and explain to him, but before I could explain well enough to get the "Eh? WTF!?!?!?!?" look off of his face, dude comes over and starts explaining, and since he's got it covered, I'm all like - I'll just go back to what I was doing, thank you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then manager and other dude working there show him the things that I had mentioned earlier, and then when he picked up the 10-pack and was asking how much it was, I somehow remember from looking it up like a week ago (or about that long) that it was $12.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he buys like.... $32.31 worth of them, and then he's asking me if I've ever been to a cat show, and I'm all like, No..., and then he's telling me it's at the Fairgrounds, and it's $8 to get in... And blah blah blah a million bucks worth of show-pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy who bought 48 packages of tennis balls. There were 3 balls in each container... If I remember correctly, they were 1.79 each, bringing his total to... (Lawl, I cheated. Hooray for calculator on the computer! XD) $92.87. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was a police man who wanted to get a new spring for his trampoline, and I didn't really know if I coul just grab one, so I told him that if he brought the whole thing back, he could just get another one. Then he gave me this face, like, "Are you fucking serious?" And I was. But then it was manager to the rescue, and he took care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you - this is the same manager that fucked me over one day ending with my getting written up because my till was off (109.83 - I still remember, bitch, please. Pssha.) and the very same one that annoys the fucking shit out of me. He's always going on about how boring it is, and how the day should be over, and blah-bledy fuckin' blah blah. The other day, I called to get the key to the dressing room 3 freaking times before I just went to the office to get it, and the little twerp was on his fucking phone. What a dumbass. Oh, yeah, this is the Chris that I've mentioned elsewhere. And sometimes he'll be talking to other people, and I'll have called him to the front via telecom/intercom thing for a return or such, and he'll just stand there talking. And he talks shit about this one lady Nancy who is literally like one of &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; nicest people I have &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; met and saying that she's lazy. The lady works two fucking jobs so that she can give her kids a nice life, and sometimes doesn't sleep for more than 72 hours. She's a fucking fantastic person that always has a smile for you. Dick. And last night, he's all, "So, do you like it here? C'mon let's say 'Fuck it.' 1, 2, 3, 'Fuck it.' Don't you feel better now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a fucking dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TUESDAY'S HIS LAST DAY!!!!!!! And guess who'd not working until Wednesday?!!?!? That's right - ME!!!! Me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I am concerned at the fact that he's still on the schedule for this coming week... so I'm sondering how that's going to work out thar... Stupid little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he was complaining about how cold it is, and how California is supposed to be the Sunshine state. Stupid Michigan prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm pretty sure my head's hurting from hunger and tiredness, I'm going back to reading the Naruto fanfiction that I was reading before I started typing like an hour ago. =D</content>
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    <title>Fucking living room</title>
    <published>2008-01-16T03:39:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-16T03:39:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">You know, I'm fucking sick and tired of people talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'm talked about after I actually say something to the people that I live with, and right after I leave the room, there'll be a small pause, and since it has happened so fucking many times before in my life - I stop around the corner to the hallway, and I'll stand there, and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I listen? I'm either not compleley sure, or I don't want to face the truth about &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; I listen. Perhaps it's a bit of masochisim because no one ever says anything nice. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway - I got sidetracked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I was able to hear him talking, but - &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt; the fucking sliding glass door, and &lt;i&gt;over &lt;/i&gt;the noise of&lt;i&gt; two&lt;/i&gt; fucking televisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I was angry enough to feel some twitching of my muscles. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been spending my time with myself, and watching anime, and I'm pretty damn happy like that. And I go to work, too. I don't like thinking about it, but I pretty much like it while I'm there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I can genuinely be angry enough to twitch, and smile like I'm happy... and feel a bit of happiness at the same time... kinda freaks me out.&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like getting into real or imagined complexities at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matta na, lub-bas! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I fucking hate dishes...</content>
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    <title>I so totally need to take a picture of my hair...</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T02:30:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T02:30:16Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Okay, so the funniest thing happened... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my laptop in the dining room because it's one of the places in my house that I can get wireless internet reliably at the moment, and I was going through the Updates on my Y-Gallery account (love that website - the people there are the coolest even though I never talk on there. I are lurker.) and as I was looking at this one picture of Zaraki Kenpachi doing this other guy - who I &lt;i&gt;totally &lt;/i&gt;can't remember the name of right now, &lt;strike&gt;and chances are that I wouldn't be able to remember it later either unless he shows up in the manga or anime again... &lt;/strike&gt;XD - up against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's really well-drawn. I liked the angle and whatnot. And I hear my step-dad in the other room say something along the lines of, "Oh, yeah babay. I like it like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been watching anime all day long unless I'm at work - where that would obviously be a problem since I'm a cashier. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made it through watching Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann (27 episodes) for the second time. Also, I watched The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (13 episodes), the first 13 episodes of Shounen Onmyouji (26 episodes), the first 6 of D.Gray Man ( &amp;gt;60 episodes), the first 4 of Pretear (of 13), and the first 20 1/2 of Prince fof Tennis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is within the last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of taking a small break from watching Prince of Tennis, to watch Haibane Reimei, which my eyes have been coveting to caress. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, uhm, uhm, I stop talking now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOSSU</content>
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    <title>I'm... Lee?!</title>
    <published>2007-12-14T01:27:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-14T01:27:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com//images/1106232123rocklee.jpg"&gt;http://quizfarm.com//images/1106232123rocklee.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=789N"&gt;http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=789N&lt;/a&gt;" target="_blank"&amp;gt;Which Naruto ninja are you most like?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&amp;gt;created with &amp;lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;http://quizfarm.com&lt;/a&gt;" target="_blank"&amp;gt;QuizFarm.com&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td&amp;gt;You scored as &amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Rock Lee&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;You are Rock Lee, the genius of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that anything can be achieved through hard work. You can’t be the best at everything, so you have decided to master one skill better than anyone. 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&amp;lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&amp;gt;44%&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="&lt;a href="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTc1OTQ1MDY5NjgmcHQ9MTE5NzU5NDYzNzMyOCZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49.jpg"&gt;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTc1OTQ1MDY5NjgmcHQ9MTE5NzU5NDYzNzMyOCZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49.jpg&lt;/a&gt;" /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'm Lee. It explains some things. I can spout off about The Springtime of Youth if I so feel like it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:11129</id>
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    <title>Glyah.</title>
    <published>2007-12-11T22:03:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T22:03:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have some massive skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always manage to sit underneath the thing that puts out hot/cold air, so that I can go from freezing to hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel like frozen food in a microwave - hot on the outside, but frozen on the inside. Belth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully, I'll be able to get my laptop back today~ Ah, my poor baby, it's been a week since we could properly browse the internets in my room together. Not to mention the yaoi mangas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deprival mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my music, pictures, and some other things will be saved. (T.T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm in class, I'm going to work (stare at the computer semi-confused) now. And listen to musics. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's part of what I'm listening to now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:10898</id>
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    <title>What the hell is wrong with me...</title>
    <published>2007-12-03T05:10:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-03T05:10:21Z</updated>
    <category term="waht the hell"/>
    <content type="html">So, a person posted a YouTube video that has a bunch of peoples reactions to the video 2 Girls 1 Cup, and some people were so repulsed by it that they even threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm one of those people who, when someone is totally serious and saying, "Don't watch it! Don't watch it!" I of course have to track it down and watch it. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I'm still wondering after watching it, and 2 Girls 1 Finger, why I'm not more disturbed by it. I mean, there was just the little voice in my head going, "Ew. Gross," but that was it other than scrunching my face a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, man, watching peoples reactions to it is fucking funny. XDD There are not enough words to say how funny.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>やれやれ...</title>
    <published>2007-11-30T15:08:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-30T15:08:48Z</updated>
    <category term="hikaru no go"/>
    <category term="japanese"/>
    <content type="html">I keep thinking about the third composition/presentation that I need to do for Japanese class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last, about half hour I'd say, I've been going in between sleeping and "writing" it out in my head and imagining what I can say and what I can put in the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was writing this, the words in my head are figuring out how to translate it into Japanese - which, for the first sesntence is pretty damn easy, except I'm not exactly sure how I would translate "keep thinking about"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do a PowerPoint presentation for it, so I can show some clips from the anime, even though I'll be talking about the manga too most likely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the practice, so I can get used to it, I'm thinking of putting controls on it in flash. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;; It's making more work for me, but I enjoy doing things that way better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I would be listening to music at this time, but Winamp decided to go bat-shit insane, and not play anything that I had in the playlist, so we're not doing that... I'm gunna watch the newest Bleach and Naruto episodes. (^^).v</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Lookie at what I found. ^^</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T07:31:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T07:31:12Z</updated>
    <category term="wolf&amp;apos;s rain"/>
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    <content type="html">I'm really only using this entry as a reminder of where the &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/series/WolfsRainSeriesMS?searchId=7736904504430145024&amp;amp;rank=13"&gt;Wolf's Rain&lt;/a&gt; anime can be watched at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of exciting because it's in English (even though I'm so used to listening to the Japanese now, haha) which means that I don't have to strain my eyes as much to read the text, and it seems to be pretty good quality.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>...Shit. やべな。</title>
    <published>2007-11-27T17:00:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-27T17:00:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, I had no school for a whole week, and today is my day back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of stuff that I so totally should have done, and didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an essay due today in my Multimedia class, and I only remembered just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to present to the class for Architecture 101, but I didn't really get any of the information that I think I need. Hell, I don't even know what kind of informations I should have been looking for besides the floorplan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a Japanese test today. I've been doing consistently bad in that class, and I really need to change that since I'm going to be getting an Associates Degree in that sometime within the next year... And not only is there homework, but there's also some self-studying that we were supposed to do, that I totally flaked on that is needed to do the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, though, I'm getting progress with the scarves that I'm (trying) to crochet. Like a madwoman. I was going to do some during the 3-hour break that I have at school, but I'm thinking that I'm just going to see how much studying I can get in. Which is the much better choice. XD</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Jeez...</title>
    <published>2007-11-23T07:59:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-23T07:59:02Z</updated>
    <category term="lol whut"/>
    <content type="html">My face scares me sometimes. No, seriously, sometimes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingernails are getting pretty damn long for me considering the length they usually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was a boy so I could tell situations, people, and whatnot to suck my balls. But, I have none. Why do I want to say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I think that all holidays from now on are going to not only suck balls, but also some ass, and dirty, dirty feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I now have what could be described an extremely defunct family, and I'm pretty much the little connector inbetween that gets to hear enough dirt from one side to the other that I kind of just want to go &lt;s&gt;Long, long ago in a galaxy &lt;/s&gt;far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I have a bit of a complaint. I wanted to put "paranoid" as my Mood, but it wasn't there, so I thought that I'd check for "neurotic" and that wasn't there. So I decided to Synonym search 'paranoid', and got 'insane'. ...Still no matches on the pre-fabricated selectable moods. And I don't really wanna type one in because I like the litle faces that I have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have chosen the lare popcorn."&lt;br /&gt;"My nipples look like Milk Duds!" &lt;br /&gt;Ah~ The power of AMV Hell 3: The Motion Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, but anyway, then I was thinking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hiccoughing so much/hard, that it's making me light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I am way too scatterbrained at this time to properly convey and finish any thoughts, I'll do another entry during the light hours to get this all of my hiccoughing/what I think is getting slightly larger chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to look at porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously going to have to make some people watch this. And hope that I'm not the only one who cries for about the last half of to or three of the last three episodes. And I fucking &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;bawled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I cried like I did when I had to put my dog down. It's that beautiful and that intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittan...   ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q214/Shiwasuda/Tengen%20Toppa%20Gurren%20Lagann/kingkittansig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q214/Shiwasuda/Tengen%20Toppa%20Gurren%20Lagann/Kittan_avatar_l.png" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>MY ULNAR NERVE!!!</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T09:24:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T09:24:19Z</updated>
    <category term="i don&amp;apos;t even know how to explain this on"/>
    <content type="html">It's making my left pinky finger numb. It's been numb all day today, but it's not the first time that it's been numb. I've never had it happen for any number of consecutive days though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why? Well, fuck if I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the possible reasons are: putting too much weight on my elbow, repeated actions (such as typing, but I don't think I do enough to have that be a cause...), hitting my funny bone (I've learned that the Ulnar nerve is the one that makes it hurt when you hit your elbow and call it your funny bone. Though it's never funny - unless it's someone else. XD But this one is unlikely),  and other things I think that I don't feel like going back to check over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I just got done blogging at MySpace. And doing one of those damn survey quizzes. I found my answers amusing, but maybe it's just me and the time. Even though it's not that late. Lolz. Actually, it's realy quite early if you think about it. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I'm suddenly craving human contact. How odd. I don't want to do anything, but I want to be in the presence of others. OM NOM NOM. Let's eat some food. I want to make more of the scalloped potatoes that I made last week. They brought me happiness and contentness. And I basked in their yumminess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my crepes didn't come out too badly. Even the ones that looked scary were yummy. But they reminded me of tortillas. XD But they were fucking yummy. It's a shame we don't have any powdered sugar. &amp;gt;3&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was at Wal Mart with my Nana and Papa on Saturday, and I got stuck standing in front of the section where they have the electric mixers. You know, the big ones made by Kitchen Aid that there's the lever to do the speed and the bowl is attached-like. And then there were the crock pots that were like $20. And it made me drool on the inside. I want a kitchen. And infinite supplies of whatever I need. Mmm, that sounds like so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it had a serious sound system, and a bathroom nearby, I'd live there. I'd make a nest of blankets in a corner. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>MY ULNAR NERVE!!!</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T07:50:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T07:50:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's making my left pinky finger numb. It's been numb all day today, but it's not the first time that it's been numb. I've never had it happen for any number of consecutive days though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why? Well, fuck if I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the possible reasons are:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:8734</id>
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    <title>週末がきらいだ。</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T22:31:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T22:31:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Contrary to most peoples feelings, I don't like the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when my mom's home.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dox_:8628</id>
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    <title>Wanna hear something trippy?</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T05:24:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Yesterday when I was out to lunch with my Nana, I mentioned to her that I don't like the feel of the hallway at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just nodded her head, and told me that I was the same way when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm (attempting) making crepes tomorrow. (And too lazy to look up the right accented letter. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl, this video had the embed code disabled, but it's simple to get it embeded. (^^_\/) (Lawl, flashing the peace.)</content>
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    <title>Jeez, it's a fucking Essay.</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T09:07:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T09:08:49Z</updated>
    <category term="thanksiving life japan fun"/>
    <content type="html">Jesus. Fucking. Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready to yell at every electronic object in the fucking house that has to do with me and the internet (my laptop excluded because it's usually love between us) to go fuck them selves and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the the fucking cherry of pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do this project for my Multimedia class, and I skipped a class, and so, today, I was like, "LAWL! WTF is going on. LOLZ" ...And I was like that on Tuesday too. Needless to say, I got next to nothing done. And I didn't even finish it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since it was (yeah, that's right. &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;) due at 23:55, I decided that it was well enough done, and I'd take the (most likely) one or two point hit for not doing it as explicitly as the directions said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I went to upload the damn file, it wouldn't take it! (Aw, crap. I'm using exclamation marks...) So, I checked out some of the other pages of the website, and other websites, and they were all working fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's obviously something about that &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; page that wants to devour what ever chance I had at getting an okay grade in that class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided that I'm just going to try in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I also went to e-mail the teacher through the website, and I decided that it would be good to attach the file that I was trying to turn in to the e-mail, but then it did the same thing as when I was trying to upload the file, and went KAPUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like a butthead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously sat here trying to upload this one file for more than 20 minutes. I mean, I was getting frustrated, but I was more anxious about getting it in on time since there's a 50% decrease in the amount of points that you can maximally receive. (...Is that even the right way to phrase that...? (o_O;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a rather sucky way to end a day that I think I really rather enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I got my Architecture project done in a few hours, because I skipped the last 2 class meetings because I was positive that I was fast enough to finish what I needed to. And I did. I got to class about 15 minutes early, and finished with about an hour and a half to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the counselors to see what classes that I need to get my Associates degree. And I told the old boy that I wanted to go into Nursing, and he told me of some other schools that had good programs for Nursing. So, that leaves me with some research to do. (&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home because it was about a quarter after four, and I hadn't eaten yet (except for some cinnamon-sugar toast for breakfast. Mmm~) so I made ramen, and worked on my Japanese homework that I remembered about for about the third time that day. And in good timing too, since class would have started soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my gay boy called me and he did some talking, and I did some being really weird, and then he drove himself to school while on the phone, and then I eventually moseyed on down to school, and met up with him, and then we did a bit of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him laugh a lot because that's just what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in Japanese class, we were going over a new grammar - how to say "I wonder..." in a casual way, and then she said, "And (this way) is only for girls and gays. That's, naturally, when the gay boys that I know started laughing. Well, harder than the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she really likes me, but when I have to speak to the class I always (well, with a few, few exceptions) et it right. But I talk a lot in that class, and laugh with Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it was decided that I became pregnant with his child. It's name is Boogey Baby. Why? Because I was on the phone with Martin, and he said something about my being pregnant with Anthony's baby, and then something about me consorting with the Boogeyman who lives in my closet - this was said when I was changing. Go figure. And then there was Boogey Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the say home, since it was cold, my truck's windows were all fogged up, and so I turned the defroster on, but there was only a really small portion thawed out, so I was peering out that part, all hunched over the steering wheel, and driving slow. Then we were laughing becuse I was saying that I felt like an old lady, and that I was driving like one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me to put my head out the window, and I said that I couldn't because my hat would fly off (and it's the infamously famous gay bar hat - I can't lose that hat, ya know!) Then he wore it, and said that he felt bald, then with it on sideways that he felt like Punky Brewster, then he said that he felt like he was a penis with a large cap. And the had was dubbed, "Gay Penis Bar Hat". Which, if you think about it, is really kind of kinky because of the order of the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also, I was reminded of the fact, that once I get my Associates degree, I'd be eligible to go to Japan and teach English in a school. Which is fucking awesome. And part of me would love to just up and move other there as soon as I get my degree (in Japanese Language) and teach for a few years, save up money (since the American dollar is worth shit compared to the currency of other places) and then use that to help fund myself through getting my four-year degree in Nursing. But I know that it's just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I was so pumped at the though of being able to do that. I haven't really felt that pumped for, like, anything that I can think of. I know that if I find that idea as appealing for a year, that I should do it because I know that I usually lose interest in things quickly, and if I still find something appealing, then I need to go for it, because I won't be going away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that the only people who would support me in that decision, though, would be friends, and possibly the Japanese teachers. And maybe a counselor or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my Nana about it, and she was all like, "You shouldn't do that. You need to finish all your schooling first." I said to her, "What, are you afraid that after I get a taste of the world, that I won't want to be stuck back into a small little school?" "Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I know that if that's what I did, that it would force me to grow up and depend on myself more. And, to me, that seems like a much more valuable thing before committing myself to a program that will be expensive, time-consuming and most likely mentally tasking. And I would much rather go into that with a more adult-like determination to do it well, and be able to enjoy it, rather than doing it to get it all over with so I can get on with whatever life it is that I'll have. It seem, to me, to be a much more pessimistic view of things, and while I'm a pessimistic person for the most part, I would much rather not waste my time, and others money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole 'nother note though... I've been thinking of not eating Thanksgiving dinner with anyone else, and just making a fuck-load of food for myself, gorging on a small portion of it (Dessert included!!! ...Well, most likely a few. ...Including apple pie. Because apple pie is the shit.) so I don't have to be so divided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nana, Papa, an Grammie are going to the 94th Aero Squadron to eat - as they did last year - and while I see them more as family than going down to Steve's dad's house with my mom, I don't want to put the monetary strain on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, shit, I don't want to put a monetary strain on anyone. I mean, I never ask for clothes even if they're falling apart, and I frankly don't enjoy the shopping that I have to do to even find any fucking clothes that I both like and fit. ...Fucking hate clothes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm thankful enough of myself for myself that I would rather spend Thanksgiving all alone with a good movie or something, and enjoying my company than feeling guilty about one thing or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it - if I spend it with myself I'm not choosing either of the other two groups over the other. I'm choosing me. And frankly, I really fucking like my cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I just scared the shit out of myself. My gigantic CD case just hit my chair and jarred it, and it felt like something hit my chair, and that freaked the shit out of me. Jesus christ, I was out of my fucking chair so god-damned fast... *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that I'm listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm hopefully - if I remember - going to do this each time for the song that I'm listening to.)</content>
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    <title>Holy fuck</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T05:49:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T05:49:32Z</updated>
    <category term="photo penis"/>
    <content type="html">I think I just had a few years shed off my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through some of the pictures on my laptop of people, and some of them are nudes. (I like the human body, damnit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom opens my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this wouldn't be a problem, but I've taken to sitting at my desk, and I face away from the door. My laptop doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she walked in when she did because any earlier or later, and there would have been penis. And I do not relish a conversation about that with my &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt; at this time of evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me... yesterday in Japanese class we were learning how to make the phrases "If (something), (something)." And I understood it quite well because it's easy as all hell (it just depends of how well I remember it for the test... (&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;;)) but we did this one exercise from the book (you just had to connect the end of the phrase with the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have been a bit mad at me for leaving half-way though her class last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one I got to say out loud to the class, and translate was: 太ったら、ダイエットをしなくちゃいけません。Which means, "If I gain weight, it will be necessary to do diet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned red. ...I do that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the girl that got a boob job... about a month ago is very insistent on having people touch her boobs. She's all like, "Here; touch them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she was telling Anthony (who's gay), "No, grab them. Harder." Hahaha. It was so funny because he was just like, "Uhh..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah. Japanese class is always amusing. Yup.</content>
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