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  <title>&quot;Unlike other Robin Hoods, I can speak with a British accent!&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/420559.html</link>
  <description>Nothing says &quot;roomie bonding&quot; like watching &lt;i&gt;Robin Hood: Men in Tights&lt;/i&gt;.  Aaaaah, no matter how many times I see it, it never stops being hilarious.  &lt;s&gt;Although we still need to watch &lt;i&gt;Coming to America&lt;/i&gt;, too&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m having a hard time getting back into SCHOOL MODE, but I am trying!!  ... Also because the minute I hit SCHOOL MODE, then I go home and hit WORK MODE and WORK MODE this past week nearly killed me-- WHOEVER SAID CHRISTMAS STORES DON&apos;T GET BUSINESS YEAR-ROUND IS A FILTHY LIAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, it makes the time go by fast, though~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the professor front, I think I&apos;m going to like Sociology.  My professor is like a Brooklyn version of Kermit the Frog and Curly from the Three Stooges (take from that what you will).  Also--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *standing in front of the class*&lt;br /&gt;Professor: All right, since we&apos;re covering stereotypes... just by looking at Chandler, how many of you picked nice as an adjective?&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;Professor: How about kind or sweet?&lt;br /&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;br /&gt;Professor: ... WELL, Chandler, I do believe the class thinks you&apos;re a bitch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yes, this will be an interesting class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, meme stolen from like-- EVERYONE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. There are 30 questions.&lt;br /&gt;2. Next to each number, write only the name of the person who fits.&lt;br /&gt;3. Answer one question with one name however many names you want.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don&apos;t tell the questions to anyone who isn&apos;t doing the meme.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;shyunpo&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shyunpo.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shyunpo.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;shyunpo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;haku&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://haku.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://haku.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;haku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;aku_neko_sama&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://aku-neko-sama.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://aku-neko-sama.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aku_neko_sama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. ... 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lj:user=&apos;shyunpo&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shyunpo.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shyunpo.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;shyunpo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;hanyousblood&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hanyousblood.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hanyousblood.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hanyousblood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I CAN REALLY KEEP GOING--&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;dbnext&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dbnext.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dbnext.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dbnext&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;lemonyloyce&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lemonyloyce.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lemonyloyce.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lemonyloyce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;_debbiechan_&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/_debbiechan_/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/_debbiechan_/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;_debbiechan_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;orz_woeisme&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://orz-woeisme.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://orz-woeisme.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;orz_woeisme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- I mean what--&lt;br /&gt;12. ... EVERYONE I&apos;VE SEEN?!&lt;br /&gt;13. Heehee, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;than&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://than.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://than.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;than&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;afromatic&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://afromatic.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://afromatic.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;afromatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;tehkev&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tehkev.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tehkev.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tehkev&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;sevetenks&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sevetenks.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sevetenks.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sevetenks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;selfy&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://selfy.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://selfy.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;selfy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Just because.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;berrygold&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://berrygold.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://berrygold.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;berrygold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;ichiban_victory&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ichiban-victory.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ichiban-victory.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ichiban_victory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;onijutsu&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://onijutsu.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://onijutsu.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;onijutsu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  IN A GOOD WAY.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;crescends&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crescends.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crescends.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;crescends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;skyfrog&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://skyfrog.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://skyfrog.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;skyfrog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;firstmidnight&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://firstmidnight.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://firstmidnight.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;firstmidnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;nomoreprinces&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nomoreprinces.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nomoreprinces.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;nomoreprinces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;bellumina&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bellumina.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bellumina.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;bellumina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. ... &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;marginoferror&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://marginoferror.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://marginoferror.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;marginoferror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- NO I&apos;M KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;22. Denied.&lt;br /&gt;23. ... Um.  &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;skyfrog&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://skyfrog.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://skyfrog.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;skyfrog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;aku_neko_sama&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://aku-neko-sama.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://aku-neko-sama.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aku_neko_sama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is terrifying-- hahaha no I kid again.&lt;br /&gt;25. ... I DON&apos;T KNOW. D8&lt;br /&gt;26. UNPOSSIBLE.  Should I practice on &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;afromatic&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://afromatic.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://afromatic.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;afromatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;tinykiss&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tinykiss.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tinykiss.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinykiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;shyunpo&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shyunpo.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shyunpo.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;shyunpo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;catalysis&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://catalysis.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://catalysis.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;catalysis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;macchiato&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://macchiato.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://macchiato.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;macchiato&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. ... I ALSO DON&apos;T KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;30. You are all 31 flavors of special. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry I couldn&apos;t get everyone in. ;-; BUT I AM THINKING OF YOU FONDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, back to app writing/base making~~~</description>
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  <title>&quot;To stay or to go?&quot; &quot;... Both!&quot;  &quot;HELEN, STOP BEING CONTRARY.&quot;</title>
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  <description>I-I&apos;m okay! I got through class and then just e-mailed my scene to my professor, because sitting for three hours and listening to that one scene the guy wrote ABOUT THE KID WHO COMMITS SUICIDE BY SHOOTING HIMSELF IN THE HEAD IS NOT SOMETHING KIA COULD HAVE SAT THROUGH DRY-EYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate this time of year. x.x And yes, Sarah, we are totally obtaining mardi gras beads one year (in a NON-FLASHING WAY PLS) for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for worrying you guys and thanks a lot for the comments.  I&apos;m more or less okay now and I&apos;m planning on just writing/drawing for myself this weekend.  ... Shut up, it&apos;s how I destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Heather and Helen hauled me off to Arby&apos;s last night, which wound up being epic because Helen had never been to Arby&apos;s before.  And Kia got locked in the car.  And the guy sort of failed with the milkshakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Two Jamochas, one chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sipping as we leave* Tastes like vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: ... Mine, too.&lt;br /&gt;Helen: VANILLA IS NOT COFFEE.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: ... clearly the guy was trying to imply something.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... WHITE POWER? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing cheers me up like mozzarella sticks, let me tell you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad picked me up around 11, went to Costco, came home, typed a bit, lost seven minutes of my life to Horatio&apos;s really bad one-liners (THANKS A LOT, JEN), drabbled and now I&apos;m at work for another hour or so.  It should be fairly busy this weekend, though, so I won&apos;t be bored tomorrow, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND OH MY GOD WHY HAVE THE DAMNED WEBKINZ TAKEN OVER THE STORE THEY&apos;RE EVERYWHEEEEEEEERE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas card/Drabble request post up this weekend, so keep an eye out for that, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the closer, as it&apos;s Friday and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;LAST CHANCE TO COMMENT OR BE REMOVED FROM THE FLIST.&lt;/font&gt;  Don&apos;t get me wrong, I love you all, but is there really a point to friending me if you never read the entries?  JUST CHECKING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits and waits for shift to eeeeend D:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJYO~&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 20:44:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;... I can&apos;t go after that!! D:&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/358169.html</link>
  <description>Did my speech today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the front of the room, went through the slides presentation, said my piece, got to the part where it was talking about anorexia leading to depression and how, if you knew someone who was suffering, you shouldn&apos;t stay silent on the issue.  Maybe it was the five hours of sleep.  Maybe it was the stress.  Maybe it was the other thing.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I burst into tears in front of the entire class.&lt;/i&gt;  And trust me, it&apos;s VERY hard to finish a speech professionally when you&apos;re sobbing.  But I tried and then the professor let me leave the room to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job, Kia.  Let&apos;s see how the rest of the day goes, hm? x.x</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 09:08:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;I think we should stop calling him Murphy and rename him Little Shit.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/357943.html</link>
  <description>So.  Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on this stupid speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still need to make a powerpoint for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will most likely last me until 3 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point, I don&apos;t care HOW far along I am, I&apos;m going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class is killing me not-so-softly. (But thankfully after this, I just need to work on drafting an 8-10 page paper and do an abstract, but that can wait til the weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;I AM IN DESPAIR.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;momentum&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://momentum.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://momentum.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;momentum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I love you and I hope things will get better, you&apos;re making your Oneechan worry. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Becca&apos;s anniversary this weekend, so I&apos;ll probably be a little... uh.  Subdued, I guess?  Just to let you know, it isn&apos;t any of you guys. XD (How long has it been, anyway?  4 years?  3? &lt;s&gt;go me at failing which school-year it was&lt;/s&gt;  I still remember Sarah calling that night.  Ahaha, you know, I haven&apos;t been able to do NaNo since.  I think I&apos;m paranoid something else is going to happen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that&apos;s about it.  Blablabla comment to be keep if you haven&apos;t already, I&apos;m going to go beat up Microsoft Office like the three-legged ho dog it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA&lt;/b&gt;: .... IGNORE THE FACT THAT IT&apos;S NOW 3:50 AM AND I SORT OF HATE MYSELF, THE DAMNED THING&apos;S DONE FOR THE MOST PART.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 17:29:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;So it can be summarized as &apos;Go.  Go forth and sex.  FOR THE GOOD OF THE REPUBLIC.&apos;&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/357809.html</link>
  <description>It&apos;s a little weird how much-less stressed I am now that my room&apos;s a little bit cleaner.  I still need to vacuum, but it&apos;s looking good!  ... Either that or I&apos;ve stressed myself to the point where I can&apos;t GET anymore stressed, so I&apos;m just methodically plugging through things. XD;; Either one works, I guess?  I&apos;m just trying to make a speech on eating disorders interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Which tends to translate into crack, due to my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get the feeling I should make this speech JUST a little serious.  (Which means no squeaking, Kia.  None.  NOOOONE.  CONTROL YOUR VOICE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will be working on that today, as well as my scene for Playwriting and I&apos;ll hunt down an article on &lt;i&gt;The Handmaid&apos;s Tale&lt;/i&gt; to work on an abstract over this weekend.  And that stupid journal entry.  AND THE INTERVIEW WITH ROBBIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m doing my best!  ... and I should do that early, because the beagle puppy&apos;s coming over again and it&apos;s hard to concentrate when Murphy&apos;s trying to jump up and eat your knee.  So cute, but he REALLY needs to be trained, so the roomies and I are working on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day courtesy of me and Heather. Poor Heather&apos;s boyfriend. XD ... and really, blame CSI.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: *walks in*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *in front of TV* HEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It was a BEE.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: ... A BEE?&lt;br /&gt;Me: They were being so dramatic, all &quot;SO THE BRIDE-TO-BE KILLED HIM WITH THE PEANUT BUTTER IN THE CHILI&quot; but then the tests came back and that wasn&apos;t it--&lt;br /&gt;Heather: WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;Me: SOMEBODY OPENED A WINDOW AND THE BEE FLEW IN--&lt;br /&gt;Heather: AND IT STUNG HIM??&lt;br /&gt;Me: HE FELL AND HIT HIS HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: OHHH NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Me: JURY DUTY IS SERIOUS BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: . . . . . . &lt;br /&gt;Me: You should&apos;ve been here last time when the guy killed his wife and mounted her head like a trophy.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: ... God, we&apos;re disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely randomly, I love this school&apos;s clock.  Because when noon arrives, it starts playing all these songs in bell chimes and it&apos;s SO pretty.  (Even if the song IS &quot;Hey, Look Me Over&quot; XD) I don&apos;t know, it just always makes me smile. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the urge to write DOGS ficcage whyyyy.  I still owe Juu that Haine/Naoto piece from waaaaaay back, but I can&apos;t remember the prompt... x.x And I dunno, I think I want to write something about them all being in the church and crack bonding and whatnot. But I always freak when I first write something for a fandom, so we&apos;ll see. (Island-verse doesn&apos;t count okay XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kia closes this odd little post by adding: &lt;b&gt;IF YOU HAVE NOT COMMENTED TO BE KEPT ON THE FLIST YET AND WOULD LIKE TO REMAIN, PLEASE DO SO.&lt;/b&gt;  I&apos;ll be doing a clean-up on Friday.  During work, most likely, if it&apos;s too slow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.  TO SHOWER.</description>
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  <lj:music>One Day More- Les Miserables</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 08:09:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;... Helen, no.  Don&apos;t draw a fork stabbing the penguin.  THAT&apos;S CRUEL AND UNUSAL.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/357508.html</link>
  <description>I love how I was just thinking there wasn&apos;t really much to update about today but I was going to try my hardest--!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then I went to get a soda in the laundry room, Helen tagged along-- AND LOCKED ME IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM.  And I tripped in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, the machine didn&apos;t even accept my quarters, so no soda for Kia. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such darling roomies, don&apos;t I. XD I&apos;ll get her back soon enough.  JUST YOU WAIT, HELEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Monday&apos;s my easy day so I just went to class and sketched, etc.  We watched a movie about women working during the war in American Women&apos;s History.  Oh man, some of the interviews... XD And the propaganda films they showed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film: Welding is as simple as threading a needle!  Women will be astounded at how the machinery is just as easy to operate as a juicer!  If you&apos;ve handled an electric washing machine, you can certainly build a plane!&lt;br /&gt;Class: . . . . . *snoooooort*&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love the comparisons.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: What they don&apos;t show are the women standing in the theater hissing and flipping off the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be full of interviews and prepping for giant papers and crap.  AND PROJECTS. (oh Powerpoint, how I fail thee) And FINALLY listened to Haine&apos;s track on the DOGS Drama CD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so long as I don&apos;t think of Haine as Cloud, I can listen to it with a straight face.  But oh wow the static is creepy.  AND NILL IS SO CUTE.  AND HAINE WHEN HE&apos;S TALKING TO HER.  .... AHAHAHA AND BADOU LAUGHING MANIACALLY IN THE BACKGROUND.  ANDANDAND BISHOP AND HIS ENGRISH.  &quot;OHHHHHHHHHH JESUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Oh Bishop, you&apos;re such a pedo priest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if anyone on my flist has not read DOGS yet...  DO IT.  OH GOD READ IT NOOOOOOW.  &lt;s&gt;and then app Freuling or Magato or Fuyumine or Mihai at Island&lt;/s&gt;  Naoto&apos;s the coolest chick with a sword ever and Badou is adorably cracky and Haine and Nill and Bishop and Giovanni and MIHAI YAY AWESOME OLD GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s see how much fun classes will be tomorrow, ne?  I have no doubt I&apos;ll be &quot;OH GOD WHY&quot; on Wednesday and Thursday, but for now, I&apos;ll just try to take things as they come.  &lt;s&gt;I&apos;m a horrible procrastinator ;-;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.  Before I start doing Christmas stuff (shut up, it takes me awhile, so I like to start early), it&apos;s the long-overdue flist clean-up.  So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;COMMENT IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE DROPPED FROM THIS JOURNAL&apos;S FLIST.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if we barely talk, if you never read this journal, etc... I&apos;ll be doing it seriously this time, so if you DON&apos;T comment, you&apos;ll probably be dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is exempt because her ISP is evil.  As are the people on hiatus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower and bedtime kthnx /o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;s&gt;orz why can&apos;t I sleep&lt;/s&gt; OH RIGHT.  I found a five-dollar bill today!  How?  By leaving the cafeteria.  And almost dropping my fork.  And going &quot;NOOOOO!&quot; and snagging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... with my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which drew my gaze downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is weird like that. XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 08:34:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;... I&apos;m going to be haunted by spider ghosts, aren&apos;t I.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/357149.html</link>
  <description>WHEN DID MY WEEKENDS START GETTING SO BUSY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyuuuuuuuuuu!  Okay, I will probably hate myself for this, but I agreed to go home to work over the weekend... probably for the rest of the school year possibly.  So every weekend, yay for working in the toy store above the Christmas shop 4-7 on Fridays, 10-6 on Saturdays.  .... but 10-7 the weekend after Thanksgiving, oh god.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like working there, though.  It&apos;s a small enough store so I manage it on my own for the most part.  And I think it&apos;s hilarious that EVERY SINGLE ADULT GOES &quot;OH MY GOD, A GUMBY DOLL.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... except for the people that went &quot;OH MY GOD, A GUMBO DOLL.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry to say I laughed.  Laughed long and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I&apos;m super-stressed right now with even more assignments and papers being due this week.  What with the registration problems (oh you do NOT want to hear about Kia&apos;s epic battle with declaring a major and getting her literary evaluation done and then STILL having problems registering, it was making Kia start to believe in REALLY BAD LUCK) and other fun stuff, I&apos;m starting to wonder how I&apos;m going to survive next semester (since whoops even MORE challenging four credit classes why am I an English major again).  Mom thinks it might be better if I take summer school NEXT year, since otherwise my schedule&apos;s gonna be Spring semester-Maymester-summer-school-Fall-spring-may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So.  Um.  Anyone on the flist who&apos;s already graduated or who&apos;s further ahead in education than I am, STRESS RELIEF TIPS WOULD BE GRAND.  Or even pats on the head.  I could deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&apos;m glad I can still laugh.  No, really.  Even if it&apos;s laughing at myself XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the Quote of the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: .... Mooooom, there&apos;s a spider in the shower! D:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: So kill it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: B-but--!  &lt;br /&gt;Mom: Wash it down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *goes back into the bathroom... and just STARING at spider.* ... great.  I&apos;m having problems with killing a SPIDER.  I SHOULD NOT BE FEELING GUILTY ABOUT THIS. *so turning on the water*&lt;br /&gt;Spider: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DDDDDDD8 *FULL-LONG SPRINT ALONG THE BATHTUB TO HURL ITSELF DOWN THE DRAIN*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ................... MOM.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: YES?&lt;br /&gt;Me: THE SPIDER COMMITTED SUICIDE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-and I felt bad because it was a LITTLE spider-- until I saw another one on the wall.  Dad killed that one. ;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m back at the dorm and Heather and I have decided to make a Jewish Lord of the Rings one day.  With a menorah for the Ring.  If just for &quot;NOOOOOO, FRODO!  DON&apos;T LIGHT THE EIGHTH CANDLE!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I&apos;m a bad person. XD ... Actually, Pan and I are both evil.  She knows why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL ALSO HAVE TO DO THAT 50 Facts about an FC eventually.  Since ahaha had a dream about Annen and Cloud Strife having a &quot;......&quot; contest.  No, I don&apos;t know why.  I guess I miss playing her?  And need to play Zane more... AND TOBYYYYYYYYYYY &lt;s&gt;watch your back on MSN, Lubbah.  I&apos;m coming for you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, DOGS CHAPTERS 22 AND 23 ARE VERY MUCH AWESOME.  YES.  YES THEY ARE. ;-; Naoto and Nill are so cute.  And Badou.  And FINALLY MORE BACKSTORY.  I&apos;ll have to get my thoughts down on speculations sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache, though, so I&apos;m gonna head to bed and tackle my massive amount of homework ASAP after I wake up. *sigh* ... also need to find that one Garnet Moon song, it is teh pretty.  AND SORRY KALY, I GOT BACK LATER THAN I&apos;D THOUGHT D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wow, my thought process is just all over the place, isn&apos;t it? XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 01:47:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;... when my hair grows black-- BACK.  I MEAN BACK.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/356720.html</link>
  <description>Who invented midterms, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that matter, WHO INVENTED NINE PAGE ESSAY MIDTERMS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL END THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update to say I&apos;m still alive, just REALLY tired of schoolwork right now, but dorky-happy because Helen just popped up with &quot;Hey, have you seen 1 Litre of Tears?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cool roomies. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... now... I need to hunt down Acacia.  And Christinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LUBBAH. dkjdkskdlkl college why are you killing me ded why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that&apos;s just cramps.  MORE COHERENT UPDATE LATER I PROMISE. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edit&lt;/i&gt;: ... Someone tell me not to get that Guilty Gear game for the DS.  Maybe if enough people tell me, it&apos;ll work. XD</description>
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  <lj:music>Vanity- Kajiura Yuki</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 10:07:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;TEMPT ME NOT WITH YOUR ICE-CREAM OF CHOCOLATE AND STUFF.&quot;</title>
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  <description>So.  Had the iPod on Shuffle when I went to sleep.  Last song I remember hearing was &quot;Still Time&quot; from Saiyuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had a dream about trying to wash my clothes in a highly satanic washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which Nick (yes, Sarah, THAT Nick) and I were pretending we were getting married in our old neighborhood and then somehow it became a real wedding aislakrowjslqa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really starting to think I had some traumatic laundry accident as a child.  There&apos;s no other explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t even want to try reasoning out the marriage part.  BUT I WILL NEVER LISTEN TO SAIYUKI SONGS BEFORE BED AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Ahahaha, sorry for lack of updates.  School projects are pretty much killing me.  And a fire drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&apos;d like to bang my head against a wall a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I&apos;m a little frustrated with myself.  The last essay I had to do I wound up staring at for hours because I could NOT get motivated for it.  x.x Isn&apos;t this supposed to be old hat for English majors by now?  Sooner or later, I&apos;m going to have to sit down and write just for the hell of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although getting &lt;i&gt;Hitch&lt;/i&gt; and watching it with Heather made things better.  I love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve waited all my life to feel this miserable!&quot; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s the part that makes me want to fall in love one day, for serious.  *dork* Though with my luck, I&apos;ll be a hermit.  Too much bad luck with OTHER PEOPLE&apos;S ASSHOLE BOYFRIENDS. DDD: .... which reminds me, Katie, apparently I&apos;ve been given a restraining order from going near you.  I&apos;M SORRY, MARTIN SAID SO. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime-wise, Darker Than Black is making me flail so hard.  Anyone who&apos;s seen 22 WILL KNOW WHY. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it&apos;s now 4 o&apos;clock, I&apos;m going to bed now.  I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Why do I do this to myself.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT.  Almost forgot.  Mom sent me this, and she got it from Charles, who is Robbie&apos;s husband and pretty frickin&apos; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don&apos;t want to reach for the good ones, because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren&apos;t as good, but easy.  The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they&apos;re amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now men....men are like a fine wine...They begin as grapes, and it&apos;s up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mom. XD</description>
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  <lj:music>Reflection- Hayashibara Megumi</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Reflection- Hayashibara Megumi</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 06:22:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;I&apos;M MAKING PANCAKES. *diabolical laughter*&quot;</title>
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  <description>...... I am failing at finding a mailbox on this campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WILL FIND ONE GD IT.  I WILL I WILL I WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;celebrindae&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://celebrindae.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://celebrindae.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;celebrindae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I got your letter!  Has it really been two years? D: I&apos;ll have to start the letter-writing back up again so you don&apos;t perish in the mountains.  (Trust me, I understand.  San Diego ---&amp;gt; Park City?  POLAR OPPOSITES.  &lt;s&gt;except tourists love them go figure&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.  I&apos;ve been super busy and kind of too dead to post much on life, but a few updates... I have a paper due on &lt;i&gt;Nervous Conditions&lt;/i&gt;... due Thursday, as well as my revised monologue, and goddamn the prankster-turned-Fairy-Godmother, he won&apos;t shut up.  My professor told me to just let him talk, but... orz.  He&apos;s so loouuud.  Speech-wise, we have to introduce a famous person, living or dead.  Someone&apos;s doing Santa Clause. XD I thought about introing Satan for the hell of it, but I&apos;d probably be shot. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another journal entry due tomorrow for American Women&apos;s History, so I&apos;ll probably do some reading on the chapter tonight and then finish up tomorrow and type everything up.  Need to get a laundry card, DO my laundry, mail the DVDs to Deb.. huuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during UEA/Fall Break, Kia is going to San Diego.  Grandma wants Mom by her side and I haven&apos;t been back there in over a year and I really want to see Grandma again, even if I get the feeling it&apos;s going to be heartbreaking.  (My SISTER cried when she saw her.  MY BIG TOUGH SHOW NO MERCY SISTER.)  And Robbie, Mom&apos;s best friend.... well, her mom just died, so we&apos;re going to be staying with her for a few days.  Sorry, Sarah, I don&apos;t think I&apos;ll be able to drop by your house. x.x We&apos;re flying this time and airfare&apos;s gonna set me back, so I&apos;ll go back to working on the weekends, I think.  I won&apos;t have much time this spring and summer to do that, because ahahaha Maymester and then SUMMER SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... why did I insist I could get all of my major and graduation requirements done so I could graduate by next June?  ... Or was it December who knows right now. x.x I MAY POSSIBLY DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-but that&apos;s okay!  I&apos;ll die triumphant!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Or something! XD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously, I&apos;m fine, just a little worn out.  And I still need to force myself to be a little more social.  BOYS TAKING AN INTEREST IN ME ISN&apos;T THAT TERRIFYING.  &lt;s&gt;Yes.  Yes, it is.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our dish disposal was finally fixed after a week!  Yay!  And there was much rejoicing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a fairly epic week so far and we&apos;ve only just hit the halfway point.  I&apos;m kind of relieved that I don&apos;t have classes on Fridays or I&apos;d probably commit seppuku with a spork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW.  I CLEAN MY ROOM BECAUSE I THINK IT LOOKS MESSY.  AND THEN.  I READ.  &lt;s&gt;And hopefully DON&apos;T have dreams about colonial women zombies or something.&lt;/s&gt; AND THEN.  I SHOWER AND SLEEP AND WAKE UP AND DO PRODUCTIVE THINGS.  &lt;s&gt;Tag Island, ahahaha, since Gojyo and his canonmates are so frickin&apos; epic and Kayce&apos;s Ushiwaka is amazing. /o/&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... AND I HANG UP THE POSTER OF THE CHOCOLATE LAB PUPPIES FOR INSPIRATION AND STUFF. /o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stops abusing the caps button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and good night--!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 08:32:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;OI.  OYSTER CRACKER.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/355809.html</link>
  <description>I HATE ZOMBIES. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, there&apos;s a reason for that statement.  Despite the fact that I HATE them, I had a dream about them.  Mom and I were zombie-fighting with dinky laser guns that were pretty much getting the job done, anyway, but they&apos;d infiltrated my aunt&apos;s house (but it was really OUR house, or in the same location of our house anyway) and some kid&apos;s dad was the ringleader and kept trying to bite people, but we were fending him off with Propel water and dirty socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... whatever works, I guess.  I was doing patrol with Mom outside and then she got into a car and drove off and forgot me, so I freaked out and started running back towards the house, but little zombie children were showing up and glowing red and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never so relieved to wake up.  I can handle vampires or werewolves but I&apos;ve always hated zombies.  EVEN SHAUN OF THE DEAD FRICKIN SCARED ME.  SHAUN OF THE BLOODY DEAD, MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia&apos;s just going to hope she doesn&apos;t dream of zombies again. *sigh* This wasn&apos;t the first time, either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid zombies. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.  So, do I have a plan for &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt; whenever I wake up??  YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET OUT OF BED. (Hold your applause, I&apos;M NOT DONE YET. /o/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL... EAT BREAKFAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I will work more on my monologue for Playwriting class, read the assigned pages for my American Women&apos;s History class (70-135, shouldn&apos;t take long), finish writing that Hina and Rui piece on how Yukina got her name, FINISH THAT APP FOR GOJYO, catch up on D.Gray-Man (I&apos;m a little afraid to now XD), see the parents, and NOT DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Twinny was nice, though. &amp;hearts; EXCEPT SKY I STILL WANT THE SQUISHY PENGUIIIIIIN. D: IT&apos;S SO CUTE.  I CAN FORSAKE A WEEK&apos;S WORTH OF GROCERIES, RIGHT????? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of an update on the Keyna front, regarding her boyfriend/husband/44-year-old asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he apparently lives in a house THAT THE POLICE WILL NOT TOUCH.  This coming from Keyna&apos;s mom, who talked to my mom, and argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEYNA, PLEASE DON&apos;T DIE. T___________T *freeeeet* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got to stop adopting siblings.  Or having them at all.  Bad things always seem to happen to them. x.x IT DOESN&apos;T MATTER IF THEY&apos;RE OLDER OR YOUNGER, SOMEHOW I WIND UP SUFFERING MINOR HEART ATTACKS OVER THEM AAAAALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and off-topic, for the sake of my own sanity, KIA&apos;S BELOVED ROOMIE PLAYS THE BAGPIPES.  THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED.  Oh, Heather. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been too long since I&apos;ve done a song parody... hmmmm.  This must be fixed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I need to go to bed. XD;; Right.  Now.  Haiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plsnozombiedreamsohgodpls.</description>
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  <lj:music>Kiseki no Umi- Sakamoto Maaya</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 08:09:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Kia, I still have work.  GOD IS A CHRISTIAN. D:&quot; &quot;... best two out of three?&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/355507.html</link>
  <description>FREEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, 23 hours of no power whatsoever is so not fun. D: One of my classes wound up being canceled, whoops. x.x But I&apos;ll be attending all of my classes this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and not sleeping through Speech again. ;-; GOD MY PROFESSOR MUST REALLY HATE ME I DIDN&apos;T SLEEP THROUGH IT ON PURPOSE.  So I may have failed that assignment since I MISSED it, but I&apos;ll see what I can do. ._. Faiiiiiiiiiiiil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I sketched for as long as I had &lt;s&gt;flash&lt;/s&gt;light and played Jenga with Alyson and Helen and went to get free cauliflower from the random people who wanted us to come to Jesus Camp (I do not lie, that&apos;s really what it was called).  And Heather made me stop being lazy and grab my still-wet clothes to let them air dry in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psht.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Heather and I managed to watch TV before the power died COMPLETELY, so we watched the Top Ten Amazing Videos or something.  Among them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; A soap opera star/illusionist who locked herself in a box of explosives, used the wrong tool to pick the lock, and got out of the box... just as it exploded and set her on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &quot;Binky is really a NICE CAT, so please give him a good h-- SHIT.  SHIT SHIT SHIT HE&apos;S CLAWING MY GROIN.  MY GROIIIIIIIIIIIN.  THE HUMANITY.  WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!&quot; &lt;s&gt;That&apos;s basically what happened.  Binky apparently didn&apos;t want to be adopted. ;;;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; The smart people who decided to blow up a dead whale with a bunch of dynamite.  AND THEN THAT DAY QUICKLY TURNED INTO TERROR AS THE 200-POUND PIECES OF WHALE BLUBBER RAINED FROM ABOOOOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; A sinking ship that had been abandoned by the captain and the crew, leaving the passengers to die, until the ship&apos;s guitarist radioed for help.  STUPID CAPTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Really touching story about a rocket-parts factory going up in flames and someone staying behind to call for help and get everyone out of there, even if that meant he himself couldn&apos;t leave the building.  It was really sad. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BIKER WHO LIT HIMSELF ON FIRE DON&apos;T ASK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to set through the same damned &quot;BOB IS HAPPY BECAUSE OF HIS MALE ENHANCEMENT DRUGS.  BE LIKE BOB.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don&apos;t want to be like Bob, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I&apos;m glad the power&apos;s back so I can finish the homework that I probably should have finished, but showering and going to bed comes first. /o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I&apos;m watching you, Shininini. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSUKI, NOW THAT I ACTUALLY HAVE POWER AGAIN, YOU WILL BE HUNTED DOWN, I PROMISE YOU THAT. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time to get ready for bed so I don&apos;t wind up staying up til three again.  Fun?  I THINK NOT.  I&apos;ll dream of whale blubber. x.x</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 09:22:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Voice Post</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 09:11:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;I found a parking spot, Kia.  Clearly, God is Jewish.&quot;</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t care how good Garnier Fructis smells, once it gets in your eye, IT SEARS WITH A POMITE ASTRINGENT POIGNANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... in other words, it burns like hell. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I should not wash my hair when I&apos;m half-asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on neatening up my &lt;s&gt;not so&lt;/s&gt; little block of text for my Speech class on Tuesday.  I&apos;m doing the one monologue from The Princess Bride, in which there&apos;s the whole &quot;I&apos;m gonna figure out where the poison is! 8D&quot; fun bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I wonder if I can die dramatically on the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the maniacal laughter, of course. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice being able to talk to Shini again tonight.... and Jen and Deb are both HORRIBLE ENABLERS.  Yo se que quieres lo hago, Jen, pero pienso que tu eres mala. :&amp;lt; Hmph. BUT I&apos;LL DO IT ANYWAY.  &lt;s&gt;Stupid kappa.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And yes, it&apos;s been awhile since I&apos;ve spoken Spanish so my apologies if I just butchered it. ;;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty boring, though!  Except Heather commandeering our bathroom.  SHE HAS HER OWN BATHROOM ON THE OTHER SIDE.  I&apos;M STEALING YOUR BATHROOM, HEATHER.  WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people playing the bagpipes outside my window at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I do not get it either.  But I was impressed that they played the Flintstones theme.  But BAGPIPES.  OF ALL THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THIS COLLEGE SO WEIRDLY RANDOM?? XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More seriously, Grandma is apparently trying to die.  She&apos;s refusing to eat anything they give her... and honestly, I think if she&apos;s in that much pain... I dunno, it sounds cruel of me, but it might be better if she got her wish.  x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo this is Kia trying to fulfill her Daily &quot;I&apos;m not ded yet&quot; report and heading off to bed.  I SHALL BE DOING SOME SKY AND TSUKI STALKING TOMORROW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... multifandom OTPs are strangely addicting.  &lt;s&gt;And to think I thought Juu was a little scary when she first brought up Rabi/Nill.&lt;/s&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Ashita no Kioku- Takahashi Naozumi</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2007 09:00:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;They work their members hard!!&quot; &quot;... wait, WHAT?&quot;</title>
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  <description>I think my three-hour Playwriting class is going to keel me ded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH THE INSPIRATION. *sob* Yeah, I&apos;m already getting swamped with essays and journal entries, but it&apos;s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... okay, it&apos;s overwhelming, but.  IT&apos;S OKAY.  I&apos;M RELIEVED.  I&apos;M HAPPY HERE.  I actually get to do things relating to my major instead of sobbing dramatically over Physics or Quantitative Literacy. (don&apos;t let the title fool you, IT&apos;S JUST MATH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my roommates are... interesting.  Heather and I have definitely bonded-- we&apos;re already speaking in unison now. ;; Sarah&apos;s like the dorm mother, Alyson and Stephanie and I don&apos;t really talk much, and Helen drinks out of bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no, I don&apos;t get it, either.  But that&apos;s just Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not much of an update, I know, but I figured I ought to let everyone know I&apos;m not dead &lt;s&gt;yet&lt;/s&gt;.  Tomorrow will most likely be dedicated to pwning my homework so I can relax on Monday, BUT WE SHALL SEE.  Right now, I probably need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I figure out what guys are doing here at 3 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until that happens, today!  It was epic!  Bonding/grocery shopping with Mom and then Barnes and Noble (ahahaha bought a lot of Saiyuki, I&apos;m so bad) and then Rubio&apos;s!  Where we sat by a table filled with little girls, one who kept going &quot;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&quot; like a whistle and grinning all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesser person would have thrown their taco at her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I was tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but the taco was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, y&apos;know, I HAVE RESTRAINT.  &lt;s&gt;Really.  I have a big sister, I HAVE LOTS OF RESTRAINT.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;i&gt;Glory&lt;/i&gt; tonight with Heather, since she&apos;d never seen it.  Cried.  Heather bemoaned the fact that all of the white people in the movie were total pansies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my roommate. &amp;hearts; And yes, we both started laughing at the RANDOM JEW REFERENCE IN THE MOVIE.  Because it was out of NOWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yeeeaaaaaaah, Kia&apos;s really tired.  Miss you all, should probably see if I can get MSN working again. *cough* AND FIX THE C KEY ON MY KEYBOARD, THE KEY KEEPS FALLING OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow, then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Er.  Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain, it hurts.  But Twinny, your link cracked me up.  Thanks very much for that. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BED OR DIE TRYING.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 01:48:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;FOR FREEDOM, I SHALL VAULT THIS COUCH IN A SKIRT. D:&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/354401.html</link>
  <description>@.@ What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I say anything else, keep in mind two (2) things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I moved into the dorm on Monday, this would be my second day of classes.&lt;br /&gt;2. ALL OF THIS IS TRUE. T___________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My roommates and I have all gotten along so far.  Even though I&apos;m the oldest ahahaha XD Alyson and Stephanie are best friends, Sarah does tours (heeeee, $100 to each of us per semester for letting her showcase our dorm /o/), Helen is.... Helen... and Heather is probably the one I&apos;m closest to.  Just to let you all know how things are so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.  Woke up this morning and Heather was knocking on my door to see if I wanted to go to Sugar House, but ahahaha still in my nightshirt. XD So I was dressed and fine by the time she got back, but I wanted to get some breakfast, so I stepped out of my room for a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and the door closed behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LOCKED door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my keys BEHIND said door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... this was the second time this week. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I tried everything. D: I went looking for the RAs, but no one was there, so I called Student Life, who said they&apos;d send someone down in 15 minutes... by that time, it was 11:00 and I had a class at noon.  And the guy had the nerve to tell me to check for the RAs.  HE WAS PLAN C DAMMIT. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... so Helen drops by to join our vigil in the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:35.  Still nothing.  Someone from the office called back and told me that both of the people who did that sort of unlocking doors thing hadn&apos;t shown up for work that morning.  And that no one had the time to leave and come over to help, so I should just hold tight and they&apos;d send someone eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the room to contemplate my door.  And the Quote of the Day was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This door... is no normal door.  It&apos;s SATAN&apos;S door.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: .... so, logically, the portal to Hell being closed to you is a GOOD thing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, what do I say when they come to open it?  &quot;Please help me, I can&apos;t get to class until I&apos;ve opened the portal to Hell&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: But now it&apos;s locked!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I&apos;VE BEEN SAVED WITHOUT REALLY WANTING TO BE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a final run and finally found an RA on the third floor who unlocked the door for me.  I was still barefoot, my books were missing and it was past noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and yes.  THAT TIME of-the-you-know-what arrived about ten minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*orz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I swear, the only way I can stand my life being so epic is that it makes for great stories to tell. XD And they&apos;re always true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... no, we&apos;re not going to go into detail with Heather getting the cabinet covered in dish soap.  It&apos;s better not to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going to be interesting, I think.  Our Creative Playwriting teacher is from Wales. &amp;hearts; A-and in Intro to Lit, we watched &lt;i&gt;Casablanca&lt;/i&gt; (no, I don&apos;t know why, but hey, Louis is pretty awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really tired already. XD But I like the campus and the people are friendly, so I&apos;m content.  Also watching Black Blood Brothers. /o/ The first episode is a little slow, but there are only twelve and it&apos;s an awesome series.  Oh, Zelman. &amp;hearts; And Darker Than Black still continues to pwn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT&apos;S ABOUT IT. D: Updates will be more regular now that I actually have more things to talk about! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and I will never ever ever watch Saiyuki Reload Gunlock again.  In English.  OH GOD HAZEL WHY DO YOU SOUND MEXICAN. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand I miss a lot of you. x.x WHAT&apos;S UP, PEOPLES?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 18:03:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Guys, I think the lemonade is radioactive.  Who wants to test that theory? 8D&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/354231.html</link>
  <description>For the LAST time, I AM NOT MY SISTER&apos;S KEEPER. DX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know the guy who called Dad and got him all pissed off?  Well, the following happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone: *rings*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Is Karen there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: May I ask who&apos;s calling?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: ... I&apos;m a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Me: .......... *from San Diego, has every right to be paranoid of PEOPLE WHO SAY THINGS LIKE THAT* She&apos;s not here right now.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: And who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *oh two can play that game* Her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Would you happen to know where your sister is?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope.  I don&apos;t talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Would you like her number so you can?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *inwardly snorting since lol already has it* No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You see, if you were to call your sister and have her call me back, I could stop calling your mother, since she doesn&apos;t like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, if she doesn&apos;t like it, I&apos;d recommend not calling my mother at all.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: That&apos;s too bad, since I&apos;m going to KEEP calling-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have a good day. 8D *HANGS UP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. x.x I hate people like that.  But I promised Mom I&apos;d answer the phone from now on, so I guess I&apos;m stuck for it if he tries again.  And he will. x.x I wonder what Rachel did THIS time.  I&apos;m getting tired of having to deal with this because she&apos;s being too irresponsible to own up to WHATEVER she did. *twiiiitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-wise, though, orientation went better than I thought!  Even if I was the first person there... ;;; turns out most of the people were transfers, just like me, and we got to know each other during lunch (mmmmmm caesar chicken salad wraps and fluorescent lemonade...) so... yeah. XD Carolyn was from Oregon, Scott wanted to go into criminal justice, Annie wanted to teach elementary school, and Julie, this really sweet older woman, is a painter.  So cool. *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MOVE INTO THE DORM ON MONDAY OH GOD I&apos;M SO NOT READY AND SCHOOL ON WEDNESDAY.  Hahaha, yeah, I&apos;m terrified. XD;;  It&apos;s a nice campus, though, and the people have all been friendly so far, so I think I&apos;ll manage.  It&apos;s just the usual nervousness.  It&apos;ll be nice to live away from home again though, before Dad and I kill each other. 8D &lt;s&gt;oh I wish I was joking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trillian&apos;s being fussy lately, so I haven&apos;t been on AIM or MSN for awhile now. D: Sorry, guys.  I miss you!  &lt;s&gt;Although Deb and I are still staying up until the wee hours of the morning, go figure XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, short and epic entry on Kia&apos;s daily life wheeee~ now I actually need to put on clothes, clean off the piano and the french-sounding thing that I can never spell correctly, AND PACK.  OH THE HORROR.  OH THE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... to anyone who&apos;s ever closed, is it just me, or do some people deliberately ignore the CLOSED sign and still try to tug open the door? x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, the icon has nothing to do with rapists, I just think it&apos;s hilarious and I need a reason to smile right now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:50:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;After my wife leaves, CLOSE AND LOCK THE DOOR.  No more ornaments, I BEG YOU.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/353833.html</link>
  <description>OH MY GOD IT&apos;S MONDAY THE THIRTEENTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... no, really, it has a nice, intimidating ring to it.  &lt;s&gt;Mondays are much scarier than Fridays, anyway.  Why has no one noticed that?&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post yesterday, but Dad and I got into yet another epic fight and it is now way past the time of year when I REALLY DON&apos;T WANT TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR HIM.  Where I&apos;m grateful to go to work just to get a break.  Where I want to lock the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... he started yelling me this morning because I was downstairs at 9:04 instead of 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwillnotthinkbadthoughts Iwillnotthinkbadthoughts Iwillbegood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very odd dream in which Nii from Saiyuki become BFF with Honey from Ouran.  Why?  The stuffed bunnies.  They had a tea party. &lt;s&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so far behind on D.Gray-Man right now, it&apos;s almost sad.  But I&apos;ll do my best to catch up soon.  Darker Than Black, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... I do admit, 18 had my Hei/Yin OTP fangirly heart very happy.  And when Kirihara caught Hei shopping for lingerie for the doll... XDXD (is it me or does that doll look incredibly like Rinali?) I&apos;M SO HAPPY THAT KENJI SURVIVED AND GOT AWAY. ;-; Not so happy that his buddy got himself shot, especially after that cute flashback scene, but I half-expected that, anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And t-the doll smiled in the end. *sniffle* GOOD FOR YOU, KENJI.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-wise... I was cracking up within minutes of watching poor, poor Hei have to deal with the religious nut ladies.  And how he kept trying to get away and then he just drops the bag and is all &quot;.........&quot; XD I&apos;ve had that reaction before, too.  And yay for Huang backstory!  And of course it&apos;s tragic but OUCH that&apos;s a painful power.  Destroying your organs from the inside...?  Wtf Shihiko DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the MI6 agents again.  So much love for all of them.  Like their own little fam-- *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m getting back to writing and such... maybe not fanfics for awhile, though.  I&apos;m incredibly rusty right now.  (EXCEPT FOR YOU, ROSIE, PHOENIX WRIGHT I WILL WRITE FOR YOUUUUU) And new student orientation is on Wednesday... *fretfretfret* I go up to the college a week from today, too.  I&apos;M SO SCARED. XD;; Excited, but scared.  New schools always make me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ISN&apos;T REALLY ANYTHING FASCINATING GOING ON RIGHT NOW, I&apos;M SORRY, GUYS. XD; (except one of my roommates told me our room is going to be used for dorm tours so um I guess that&apos;s incentive to keep it clean??) And Grandma&apos;s in the hospital again. ._. Mom says she might have had a minor stroke.  I&apos;d pray for her, but I&apos;m not exactly religious (even though I&apos;m Jewish, oooops).  So I&apos;ll just keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. BEING IDOLIZED BY YOUNGER COUSINS IS VERY AWKWARD.  Sammy&apos;s easier, since she&apos;s only 8, but Morgan&apos;s in 8th grade and she&apos;s working to earn money just to fly out and see me oh god I can&apos;t let her down.  *not exactly the best role model XD* FOR THE SAKE OF MY COUSINS AND MY OWN SENSE OF PRIDE OR WHATEVER, I SHALL DO DAMNED WELL IN SCHOOL. *fistclench*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 03:27:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;MY MOUTH WAS NOT THAT BIG WHEN I WAS BORN, THANKS.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/353359.html</link>
  <description>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@;; Yeah, it&apos;s around that time where I wish I could go back to school so I could update more regularly with epic school crack instead of... epic Kia family drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and epic why-Kia-should-never-leave-the-house-without-a-hooded-jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha, and my extra userpics and paid account are expiring soon, so I should probably upload the rest of my icons and USE THEM? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days haven&apos;t been that fascinating honestly, but I think today was... all of what was SUPPOSED to happen during the entirety of summer condensed in one day? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.  I told Dad last night I&apos;d be biking down to the bank to deposit a check and then getting bread for lunch.  AND I HAD EVERY INTENTION OF DOING SO.  Except Rachel called after I ate breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you&apos;ve yet to hear about my darling older sister, Rachel is the embodiment of drama.  She only ever calls me to rant or ramble because I don&apos;t have the heart to tell her to shut up unless I&apos;m not feeling sympathetic.  And believe me, Rachel can make me lose sympathy faster than anyone I know, but that&apos;s beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister calls to tell me she&apos;s moved to San Diego, met a great wonderful personal trainer named Javan with &quot;a body like rock&quot; and a psychotic ex-girlfriend (by this point, I&apos;m already facepalming), then decided to move back to Arizona and flatly refuses to even consider Utah because &quot;There&apos;s NO minority, Kia.  Together, you and I make a half-black person!&quot;  To which I responded &quot;Well, there you go, it&apos;s progress.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is apparently madly in love with this guy and I swear I&apos;ve heard this about fifty times concerning fifty different guys and I really honestly do hope she&apos;ll find a nice one AND SETTLE THE HELL DOWN BECAUSE GODDAMMIT MOM AND DAD ARE TAKING BETS ON HOW LONG IT&apos;LL BE BEFORE SHE GOES TO JAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.  I&apos;m serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after an hour of listening to her rant about this stalker guy (and insisting that this thing called &quot;tact&quot; is more than just a word, it&apos;s a lifestyle), Dad gets home from his walk.  And this occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: KIA!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: WHERE IS THE BREAD DDDX&lt;br /&gt;Me: RACHEL CALLED DDDX&lt;br /&gt;Dad: BREAD FIRST, SISTER SECOND.&lt;br /&gt;Me: SDSKLJDSLDKSL&lt;br /&gt;Dad: TELL HER YOU&apos;LL CALL HER BACK GO RIGHT NOW TO THE STORE WHY ARE YOU SUCH A LAZY CHILD RAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;Me: *can hear Rachel cracking up on the other end* ........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I showered, got dressed, snagged the bike and biked to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would sound easy, had I only remembered they&apos;re doing construction on my old high school and getting past there involved me carrying my bike.  Through the mud.  While the construction workers snickered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better.  Got to the bank, got my check deposited, and it was starting to sprinkle, so I dashed to the store and got the bread.  Got out, and it was raining.  Remembered bike was unsheltered.  Started to run back to bike when someone called my name from the parking lot.  Turns out it was Henry, my old coworker and fellow AX-goer, who dragged me into his car and proceeded to enlighten me on Keyna&apos;s situation. (read last entry if you don&apos;t remember the drama with Keyna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Keyna and &lt;s&gt;the ass&lt;/s&gt; Bronson had broken up the last time I&apos;d spoken to her, they&apos;d gotten back together.  And Keyna had flown to California.  And got into a car with a 44-year-old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Keyna had told us Bronson was 18.  Whoops.  Guess who lied.  Guess what else?  They got married the day after Keyna met him in person.  (sound familiar, Sarah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... why do I make friends with people like this, HONESTLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which means the idiot who was sending me sick texts, pictures and voice messages on my phone was a 44-year-old.  MATURITY?  WHERE ART THOU? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the rain was pouring down and I declined Henry&apos;s offer to drive me home, running back to my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... At which point the rain god decided to crank the dial to MAXIMUM POWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say I looked like an idiot, juggling my grocery bag and my helmet and trying to dry off my bike seat all at the same time-- and Henry pulled in front of me and told me to get in. XD I obeyed this time.  We got home, Dad was giving me the &quot;MY GOD MY CHILD IS STUPID&quot; look as I dripped on the floor and gave him an apple fritter to make up for my disobedience. He accused me of bribing him. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he simmered for a few hours before lecturing me all through dinner.  I think I replied with very calm sarcasm (dear god, Naoto is rubbing off on me).  Mom later remarked that Dad and I had our very own comedy routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... ahahaha.  ;;;;; And I&apos;ll be in Salt Lake all day tomorrow with the family, so won&apos;t that be... epic. &lt;s&gt;Shut up my entire life is somehow epic I am not abusing this word I swear&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia has five roommates /o/ And there are six rooms, so Kia is happy. XD I&apos;ve talked to one of them so far via Myspace and she told me they sing Hairspray songs, so.  I THINK I WILL FIT IN JUST FINE. XDXD *omg Mamma Mia on Sunday!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the moment you have all been waiting for because I really don&apos;t know why I took so long to watch this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE YOU HEI.  XD Except I&apos;ve gotten paranoid of some poor sap dying or betraying someone and THEN dying because the episodes ;-; &lt;s&gt;Really hoping Kenji doesn&apos;t die in episode 18 &apos;cause he&apos;s such a little sweetheart.&lt;/s&gt; I really liked Mai and of COURSE I love Mao because I have a love for black cats and Yin is just... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... when she was standing there with her hands outstretched and crying, I almost bawled.  BECAUSE IT&apos;S YIN.  AND HER &quot;SMILE&quot; AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the MI6 group, too.  I think the only character I don&apos;t really like is Amber (but uh this may be because I like Hei/Yin wut XD)... and Maki broke my heart.  And Mai.  And Nick.  (but that was SO RANDOM WTF LITTLE ROCKET) and the wooooooooorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for Hei, too. XD I love him when he&apos;s dorky, but he&apos;s also awesome when he&apos;s not. XDXD SO LOVE FOR THIS SERIES.  &lt;s&gt;There are no Mai icons, though WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... am I the only one who likes the second OP better than the first? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close this out with a Quote of the Who-Knows-When, that happened when my cousin Amy was visiting and telling us about the time her grandfather had flown her to San Diego where my grandpa and I were picking her up.  I was about six or seven.  This was told after I&apos;d mentioned that I didn&apos;t remember how Grandpa&apos;s driving was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: So there I was, all shaken and wobbly from the flight and, as I slid into the backseat, you looked up at me and said very seriously, &quot;It&apos;s okay, he always drives like that.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... I don&apos;t remember that at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Grandpa&apos;s driving was very traumatic.  I don&apos;t blame you for blocking it out.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathy: He had your uncle in tears when he offered to drive me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my family. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates should be better now that I have a few days off and GOING BACK TO SCHOOL ON THE 20TH @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And for everyone who doesn&apos;t know, Jen, Deb and I are still very much going to Hell. 8D I THINK THERE&apos;S STILL ROOM ON THE EXPRESS TRAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.  Back to sucking down water.  My throat&apos;s been sore a lot lately.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 06:18:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Excuse me, I got the smartassery for YOU.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/353103.html</link>
  <description>SO GAIZ GUESS WUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DENTIST IS A HIPPIE. 8D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I knew this when Mom dragged me in yesterday morning, nor did I get the sign in the office that said &quot;Hippies Must Use the Back Door&quot;, but oh well. XD;; I was only in there for a teeth cleaning/inspection and, for not having gone in two years, it was nice to hear that I had the cleanest teeth out of all of the people they&apos;d seen in a month. &amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist himself wasn&apos;t that much older than I was, honestly.  And he had his hair in a ponytail and was clean-cut and everything.  He was very funny and nice, too!  And then when we left, Mom goes, &quot;He&apos;s a hippie, by the way.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... I love how you wait to tell me this now.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well, I wasn&apos;t sure how you&apos;d react.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Obviously, I&apos;d expect there to be incense and flower children strumming a chorus in the background while they cleaned out my teeth with a root. &lt;br /&gt;Mom: .... smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I worked.  And today-- I worked!  Some more!  And tomorrow-- I work even more~!  (I promise, Sky, I&apos;m not dying XD) And last HP book on Saturday!  I&apos;m so happy. XD I&apos;m really, REALLY tired, but I&apos;m happy.  I&apos;ve just been working more lately due to Juli and Aunt Nancy being at Lake Tahoe til... Saturday or so.  So Gia and I have been making sure the store doesn&apos;t burn down in their absence. &lt;s&gt;It&apos;s tough okay D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But~~ Kia had an Epic Adventure while she was working today (okay, not that epic, BUT IT WAS TO ME).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, do you have the Star backdrop in a box?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let me check! *brings up inventory* Star b-- no... Backdr-- no.... Willow tree-- no... Nativity-- no.... Holy-- no.... big metal thing with st-- no.  What&apos;s it &lt;i&gt;under??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let me check in the back room, actually.  *goes back there* &lt;br /&gt;Box: Y HULO THAR.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looking at box*&lt;br /&gt;Box: &quot;Metal Star Backdrop&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: . . . . . *comes back* Ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Man: ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Metal.  Oh the things I learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventory doesn&apos;t make sense. *huff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Episode Five of Bakumatsu Kikansetsu Irohanihoheto.  Akizuki and his drywall makes me laugh, for some reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I&apos;d talk about Rozen Maiden and the rest of AX, but that&apos;s going to have to wait for when the sun comes up.  ;;;; Kia&apos;s tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I discovered Mom had made a woven bicycle wheel with pouches for dried flowers thirty years ago that is in dire need of vacuuming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  The day was totally worth it. &amp;hearts;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 21:24:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Clearly, you blocked Grandpa&apos;s driving from your mind.  Traumatic, really.&quot;</title>
  <author>collies12_05@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://starswing.livejournal.com/352961.html</link>
  <description>NOT ded, just a bit of a family emergency with Grandma being in the hospital and then I was yay sick for awhile and lol eight hours of tourist fun and the credit card machine broke and oh my god. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my cousin and my aunt and Amy&apos;s already showing, and she&apos;s gonna be such a good mom. &amp;hearts; Kia is so proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia must run to work now, just to let you know she&apos;s not ded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has to review Rozen Maiden and Bakamatsu-long-long-name-anime and go over the rest of AX with you all, so expect another update tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I need to hunt down more Naoto icons. ;;;;; &lt;s&gt;and wonder why she and Akizuki are like BFF WRRRYYYYYYY&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.  I&apos;M LEAVING NOW, HONESTLY.  I&apos;ll tell you all about my epic day when I get home. &amp;hearts; (I hate webkinz x.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;nomoreprinces&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nomoreprinces.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nomoreprinces.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;nomoreprinces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, PLEASE GET RID OF THE SHINY ICHIGIRL ICON.  IT HURTS.  SO MUCH. D:</description>
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