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  <updated>2009-03-27T08:05:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:20830</id>
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    <title>VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI-----Izu!</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T08:01:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T08:01:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Out of total boredom last night -- because I was ignoring school work --- I decided to work on Wake Up Call! and got around to finishing that Adult!Reborn one-shot-thingermajig. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:20516</id>
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    <title>*throws a bratty fit*</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T02:33:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T08:05:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah mah gawd! Life is being SO unfair to me right now. *acting like how a teenager should* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously! I didn't think it would be such a difficult thing to order a video game from Japan. I could live with the the language and I'd survive reading it, but no, on top of buying the game - I'd have to buy a new game unit, because I don't have it. And it doesn't help when some of the sellers are saying I need the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;japanese version&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the game unit. (&lt;em&gt;which I'm being skeptic about&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom already convinced me to give up on the laptop, despite me daydreaming of having one for a couple months now. And now, I'm starting to think that my birthday, the GOOD day, is going to be spent in a goddamn computer shop buying new parts so I can run a fucking Microsoft Word and have more memory/space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mopes in corner/fumes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from wanting either a laptop or a video game/unit, I can't think of anything else. Those two were my only options. *rolls around* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feh, maybe I'll just spend my birthday sleeping all day. At least I could dream of impaling people and tearing their limbs apart. *ominous aura* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I really shouldn't be complaining, *quoting mother now*, some kids don't get their birthday celebrated, some kids don't get presents. Yeah, I should count myself fucking lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my spoiled rant is over with now. *sticks pencil in hair* Off to do schoolwork now and hope that reading about war in history will make me feel just a little less bitter about it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:20308</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Things You Don't Want to Know</title>
    <published>2009-03-24T02:44:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-24T02:44:05Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you knew that a friend's significant other was cheating on him or her, would you tell your friend the truth or keep it to yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=826'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=826"&gt;View 503 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I'd totally tell my friend, and proceed to make that guy's life a living hell from that point on. &amp;gt;)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:20120</id>
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    <title>How strange...</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T22:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T22:07:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;span&gt;For the past three days, I've had some really weird dreams. I decided to talk with mom about it last night and she told me that all dreams mean something one way or another. Of course I agreed and went along with my own business. The thing about the dreams though, is the fact that I can't decide whether they are nightmares or not. None of them are lighthearted, they're actually pretty creepy, but unlike most people, I'm not startled or frightened by nightmares anymore and they rarely bother me. Then again, maybe they weren't nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I had three days ago was about a huge snake. Not, like, python sized - but those anaconda sized sci-fi snakes, probably even bigger. It was black too. It reminded me of these black, rat snakes we get down at the barn a lot. Anyway, in that dream, it was in the back field and basically eating the horses alive. I ran back into the field and pulled the horses up to the barn, away from the snake, and realized that Angel had a huge chunk of her leg gone, Shadow only had a couple places on her and DJ, well, he had not back-end, and what was left of it was only dangling meat/muscle, blood and bone. I screamed, dropped down against the stall wall and started sobbing. Then I woke up and was all:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Lol, weird...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dream was a little less dramatic, but it still had a creepy affect on me. I was sitting in a chair and talking to some people when all of the sudden this little spider dropped down onto my shoulder and started to crawl down my neck, chest and go onto my arm before I squealed and flung it off. For a while I'd be okay, and then there would be, like, three more to drop down on me... so, I'd throw them off too. After that I got paranoid and thought that they had got in my hair, so I started to scratch hard at my scalp, but nothing came out. The spiders would keep coming and I didn't know from where. I woke up after that and said:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Strange.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THIRD one, by far had to be the most disturbing, but when I think about it. It's pretty cool. Okay, so apparently in my dream I was with two or three other girls, and two adults who were also women. Well, we were supposed to be going on a trip to board this plane and to fly to who knows where. At some point in my dream, we all decided to spend some time in at an amusement park and headed straight for the tallest-biggest ferris-wheel they had. From there everyone was just sitting there, enjoying the view, but all of the sudden, the ferris-wheel started turning backwards and then accelerated forward again, but really fast this time. The little cart-seat-things broke off from the wheel and everyone was sent soaring through the air and of course they they came back down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I survived, I'm not sure how. But when I sat up and looked, there was this huge, sharp rock in the shape of a tooth that had blood dripping off of it. I leaned over this ledge thing and saw blood EVERYWHERE. It was like, a huge pool of it. The weird thing was, this really pretty woman walked over to me and said that everyone was underwater, and that it would be impossible for them to reach the top even if they were still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I jumped back and started to cry. Then, out of random, the bloody area started to fill up more with blood, and I leaned over again, this time I saw torn limbs like hands and feet, arms and so forth. After that my mom and brother came in, I was sitting by the fireplace, screaming my lungs out as I cried because I thought it was my fault everyone died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time when I woke up, I had to sort of look around because that one felt real. It was really awesome. *sighs* If only life were that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Psh, and I've had tons of dreams about me being a serial killer and going around with axes and knives, slashing people into pieces. There was one that I even recalled that I had ripped the organs from their body, along with their fingers and crammed them into a sealable bag. After that, I walked up to one of my friends who was sitting on the hill, raised the bag and grinned really wide at her. She screamed and took off running, I just followed after her laughing hysterically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good dream though. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, crazy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:19781</id>
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    <title>Goddamnit all!</title>
    <published>2009-03-22T20:01:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-22T20:01:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell does &amp;quot;Comely&amp;quot; mean? First when I checked the definition it said &amp;quot;beautiful&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;delightful to the eye&amp;quot; or something like that, but when I showed my mom the title &amp;quot;Comely Defacement&amp;quot;, she told me that comely didn't mean beautiful. She said she liked the title, but comely should be replaced with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm right when I say it means beautiful, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:19604</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: My Definition of Greatness</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T22:39:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T22:39:18Z</updated>
    <category term="personal greatness"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do you define greatness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Sponsored by &lt;a href="http://ad.doubleclick.net/clk;211509613;33014438;t" target="_blank"&gt;Nature Made&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=821'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=821"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.doubleclick.net/ad/N3740.SixApart/B3118587.15;sz=1x1;ord=[timestamp]?" border='0' width='1' height='1' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;Oh-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So easy~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99cc00"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Suzu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:19435</id>
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    <title>Go Hop-Hop, I go Boom-Boom!</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T23:04:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-07T23:04:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;Haha! Seriously, it's like a sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the barn a bit ago, stared at Shadow and decided that I was going to ride for a bit. Well instead of throwing the saddle on, I just grabbed my bridle and the helemet, and I figured on riding bareback. I put the bridle on, covered my head, hopped on and got started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was obviously WAY out of practice because I kept having to cling to her and scoot back to the middle of her back. Shadow was doing pretty good, I had to keep pulling on the bit since she was wanting to speed up when I just wanted to have a nice, easy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I figured she was doing pretty good so we left the arena, walked through the creek and went into the back field. For the first... five minutes we were good, she started to speed up and look around a lot though, but I didn't pay any attention to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second we approached the creek, it happened in a flash. She went hop, HOP, then I BOOM 'cause I slid right off her back and hit the ground on my side. She jerked the reins out of my hands and took off bolting back into the front field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was going, she raised her head really high and neighed:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;HAHA! TAKE THAT BITCH!&amp;quot; And she was gone. I was left to walk ALL the way from that back field to where she was in the front. It took me like, ten minutes.... .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, I grabbed the reins, threw her ass in the round pen and jumped on her back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, soon as I put her away and walked up to the house. It became REALLY funny, so I started laughing and told mom the comical tale. She snorted and told me that it happens. I agreed and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;P.S. The next time I ride that animal, I'm going to use a saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:19170</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Comped</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T22:56:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-07T22:56:00Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the best compliment you've ever received?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_krizzzie' lj:user='krizzzie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://krizzzie.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://krizzzie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;krizzzie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=805'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=805"&gt;View 501 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Easy. From the people who haven't seen me in 4-5 years:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;OH MAI GAWD! I didn't even recognize you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me proud that I lost all that weight... I MUST KEEP GOING! *buffs out with weights*&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:18742</id>
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    <title>LMAO! New Chapter~~</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T21:02:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-07T21:10:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;I'm all grinning from how the chapter ended.... dying will activated treasure vehicles... *snorts* Okay, so they're gonna defeat Byakuran with bikes and boxes?&amp;nbsp;Sounds like fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOWDOWN BETWEEN MECHANICS&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;/TECHNICIANS&lt;/span&gt;! Gianini VS Spanner! Who will win? Oh, I don't know. *sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game of war that Irie made is really familiar, has that game actually been made? I wonder... the real war-game sounds like it'd be fun though... seeing as there'll be weapons... and destruction and blood... and all that jazz. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;I-Pin and Chrome, that part was adorable. *claps* Although I don't think eating that stinky onion was a good idea. xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Still... bikes. *starts laughing really loud* And they're Honda too~~~ &lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:18607</id>
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    <title>Sleep? Ha! Never Heard The Word~</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T08:58:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T09:02:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on 10 overdue school lessons (half are NOT my fault), including today's school work - six or seven practice tests and a bunch of study island tests. And how am I going to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drunk at least six glasses of pop, some two or three glasses of pepsi. A twix bar, a miniature pizza and two servings of&amp;nbsp;Rocky Road&amp;nbsp;ice-cream. I'm eating my second right now and I'm feeling pretty awake. I was up pretty late last night and wasn't up until about 12:47pm... *nodnod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my parents are gonna bitch me out about it, but they'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! About my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day I went out into the horse pasture since it was all nice out and I haven't spent any time with them since all this shitty weather started. Well, Angel kept being a little bitch and pinned her ears back every time I tried to get close to her. It was mainly because Shadow and D.J. would keep ganging up on her, but still. Shadow was being particularly slow for some reason. Maybe she was just lazy, but even she was doin' some cow-hoppin' with the other two, they were such pathetic bucks. Must be an off day. D.J. was being my stalker. His ears straight forward and he was THERE every time I turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adorable fuzzy lumpkins~~~ &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on when I came back inside mom asked if I was ready to go to the store. I told her I was and we left. I was acting a total turd the entire time. Being noisy, laughing obnoxiously and making lame jokes in the middle of the isles. I ended up dropping my ipod because I was holding it in my mouth while I steered the cart around. IT SURVIVED! Ah-hahaha! *using it now because music from the speakers would wake the dead AKA parents*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And the best part of the trip to the store was when a cop cruiser pulled up to the doors and in walked a cop. This guy is a really old buddy of my brother's when they went to school. So I was all:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;*chill*&amp;quot; but then I remembered he was a cop and was all: &amp;quot;DDDDD: I didn't do it!&amp;quot; Turns out there was a couple who wandered into the store and decided that shoplifting was wai kewl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got home. And everyone and their mom's grandma was online, so I never got any school work done. *ignoring responsibility*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about twenty minutes ago, me and mom were watching this movie called:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Snakehead Terrors&amp;quot; and mom got really into saying she liked genetically altered mutated monsterous super fish (sarcastic) and I kept saying that mouthful of a title over and over and over, mom kept laughing. And then I told her about a fish that I thought was really ugly, she cracked the WORST joke EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She slurred out, &amp;quot;Y-you can't judge a fish by it's cover.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I snorted and fell over. I was laughing pretty hard by then. It was fucking LAME. Mom was laughing along too. All the while sippin' that beer of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a lot of ignoring school work and more of devising evil story idea's and walking, enjoying the beautiful day~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:18411</id>
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    <title>BURN BABY! ...No, literally...</title>
    <published>2009-03-04T05:40:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-04T07:11:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;Kootoni the great has done her most brilliant thing for the first time in 12 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burned myself~~~ &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I just awesome! 'Cause now I can't move my fingers without it burning like fuck. Fortunately, this burn happened around the same time I asked mom about burn victim's and how writing a one-shot involving one would be interesting since I was a burn victim and can relate to one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sparkles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ow, fucking ow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:18132</id>
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    <title>Really random Hibari one-shot</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T20:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T20:40:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing school, I spent an hour trying to write that one-shot up. And after the computer died at least three times, I finally managed to finish it. I actually like it. It reflects my views and I'm sure you all in the Famiglia's views on the catchphrases. While I like the &amp;quot;Enough&amp;quot; one, I'm REALLY liking this one. It makes me grin with glee at all the random references I put in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:17769</id>
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    <title>GRAAAHHHH!!!! *LEH RAWR!*</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T16:08:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T16:08:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;This is fucking annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so after I figured out there was no math live-lesson, apparently the teacher had problems with her mic (yes!), I went to the homepage on my school and stuff and it showed &amp;quot;View High School Choices&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;and &amp;quot;Select 2009-10 Courses&amp;quot;. Out of boredom,&amp;nbsp;I clicked on the courses and it showed electives. I already told mom that after getting so stressed out with Latin and Journalism that there would be no way I'd take another elective until college... well, I think I just lied to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in bold, black type it says: &amp;quot;Japanese I and II. A&amp;amp;B&amp;quot; And I'm all:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;*attacks screen and sobs uncontrollable* I'm so tempted to put Japanese in my &amp;quot;elective slot&amp;quot;, but all of that comes right back to whether I'd be able to handle it or not. Next year I'm gonna have to double up on my math courses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Because I failed both semesters last year. I'm doing good this year though. But, I'm having to finish out this year and then I'm going into algebra and probably geometry. On top of that, If I manage to get A's in both English and History, I plan to carry those over and go right into Honors, I'm tempted to do AP - but I don't think I could handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it all comes right back to whether I'll be able to do all of my core work, along with Japanese. I know I want to take it REALLY bad. More bad than what I did Latin. But mom's gonna say the same thing I'm thinking:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Don't overload yourself. You learned the hard way not to do that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sweatdrops* I don't know... it just sucks. Just when I thought Japanese wouldn't be added to the school, and I'd have to learn it on my own/wait until college, BAM, there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckon I'll just need to wait until the rest of the school to see. If I manage to pass all of my OGT's this time around, I won't need to worry so much and I'll probably be able to take Japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:17337</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Self-Indulgent</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T23:25:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T23:25:52Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you had to give up one indulgence for 40 days, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=795'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=795"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
... *hisses* Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, um... I have to have my ipod,&amp;nbsp;no ifs-ands or buts... no writing would drive me up the fucking walls, and I'd probably go insane. Chocolate is a must, it makes me happy during my not-so happy day's of the month. I'd give up drinking pop for 40 days, if I ABSOLUTELY-UTTERLY-TOTALLY HAD to. And then 40 days later, I'd be walking out of the local quickstop shop with a can of coca-cola~&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:17144</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Daily Grind</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T23:19:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T23:19:58Z</updated>
    <category term="morning"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Describe your morning routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_its_miley' lj:user='its_miley' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://its-miley.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://its-miley.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;its_miley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=794'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=794"&gt;View 501 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the alarm goes off, pull the plug out of the wall, turn over and go back to sleep. *sighs happily* &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:16679</id>
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    <title>Kootoni likes the pretty~</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T06:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T06:44:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;Kootoni now only not claims Mukuro, but shall also Giotto... because she really likes pretty guys that are easy to look at... really... easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drags Suzu into the picture* THE ALMIGHTY SUN GUARDIAN APPROVES OF THE MIST GUARDIAN'S CHOICE! ... And will not tolerate anything otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks off stage*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:16575</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Jackpot</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T17:17:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T17:18:20Z</updated>
    <category term="spending spree"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you won the lottery, what would you do with your newfound riches?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kimbereli09' lj:user='kimbereli09' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kimbereli09.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kimbereli09.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kimbereli09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=789'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=789"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;*cracks knuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Buy an assload of manga,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Buy a really-really-really good laptop and desktop computer,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Shopping spree in the city,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Travel overseas to Japan and then cross over to Egypt, and then Italy,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Try and squeeze my way into the mafia,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Try and half-own KHR! so I won't ever have to use a disclaimer, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Buy a big-big house for my family, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Help my dad retire, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Stuff a bunch in a shoe-box underneath the floorboards for college, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Buy lots o' video games and video game units,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Go on a cruise,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Ride a train,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Buy out that candy store at King's Island,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Destroy math once and for all,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Put some in charity funds,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull;Stash the rest of it somewhere in the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:16217</id>
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    <title>*smacks face* I need work...</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T02:58:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T02:58:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Alright, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped in the dodge and drove it to the next driveway, pulled down to the barn, unloaded my hay and horse feed then decided to do something very stupid. I tried to back OUT of the really curvy, bumpy driveway that has really deep holes and mud everywhere. Okay, well, backing up past the logs and holes wasn't much of a challenge and I proud to clear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, right after I crossed the holes and logs, the truck got a mind of it's own and wanted to go the opposite way of what I wanted, and I'm all sitting there behind the wheel:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;LYKE OHMAIGAWD!&amp;quot; and twisting the wheel around like mad. Well, after straightening the wheel like six times, pulling forward at least eight and failing to back up even more times than that, my friend came barreling out the door and dove into the grass just to stand there and laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8&amp;lt; That asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pulled up again, rolled down the windows and looked at her. She was still laughing but told me to straighten out the wheel and turn to the left. I turned it to the right. She smacked her forehead and gestured with her hands:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;THE LEFT.&amp;quot; I did it better that time and tried to back up... I ended up getting the truck stuck in at least 3 feet of mud and making a bit of a mess in the yard... *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, last week mom and I had a discussion about my driving permit and crap like that. *sweatdrops* I think it might be better to steal my brother's car for when I need to doing backing up stuff. Then again, if I were to damage his car in ANY way, even if it was just an itsy-bitsy scratch, he'd probably put me in a headlock and shave my head. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dramatic sigh* I have a loooooooong way to go before I'll be able to drive on the main highway and next to a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...OH WELL, THAT'S WHERE PRACTICE COMES IN! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:16024</id>
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    <title>*sighs*</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T18:58:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T18:58:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;Random updating, yay me... *wags finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start out, mum came barging into my room with both mine and my friends progress reports from last semester, she didn't do too well - but I on the other hand am a very happy camper. I ended up with 4 A's and two B's, technically, it should be 4 A's and 3 B's - but whatever. I can't wait to show it to dad, I bet that'll make his usually shitty day a bit better~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also got onto me about overdue's... *shifty eyes* Buuut, those are easily under control and aren't flying outta my ass like they were last semester. I can finish one of 'em easy today. And then I have that math test due by Friday, and that's already two knocked off. Then the other ones I can just sit back and chill on for a bit. Although that evil glare mom was giving me said that I better get 'em done quick. *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, here where I am the weather has been a bit more tolerable... all except for this morning when it started to POUR freaking down RAIN. That sort of decided my mood for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This... *thinks* Saturday, I do believe, dad is going to take that day off so that we (me, mom and dad) can go to the Newport Aquarium and spend the day there looking at all the big fishies that I'm sure dad would like to catch on his fishing pole in Canada. ='D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be fun though. I haven't been anywhere in months. *lie-ish* Afterwards, I think mom said something about going out to eat and then going to see a movie. I haven't been to the movies in ever~~~ &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was also stuff brought up about the zoo at some point in the year, then going to Hawking Hills to stay at Hawk Ridge for a weekend (during Spring break), and then my absolute favorite, the museum. *sparkles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've started lifting weights with mom. This is very good for a couple reasons:&amp;nbsp;number one, I've needed to add something to my walking routine, second, this'll look really good on my essay due in my Physical Education class. And swimsuit season is coming up, it's never a bad thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, and I've also been on a role with updating some things. I actually FEEL like wanting to write, so I'm really happy over that. Although they're mainly drabbles I'm doing, I've felt more and more in the mood to write a chaptered fic or two. *claps* I'd die of happiness if that ever happened. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratches head* Yep, that's about it this time around~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>fluorescent_x @ 2009-02-18T12:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T18:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T18:14:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; You Oughta Know - Alanis Morsette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waking Up:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stand My Ground - Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Day At School:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Scorpions - Winds of Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loosing Virginity:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My Immortal - Evanescence (O_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fight Song:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Crawling Remix - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Last Cross - Masami Mitsuoka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prom:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Life Is A Highway - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stuttering - Ben's Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Imaginary - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flashback:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I Wish... - DrainSTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kimi Wa Boku Ni Niteiru - SEE-SAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pain - Three Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Battle:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bodies - Drowning Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death Scene:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Strangers - Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Continued Story - Hitomi Kuroishi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;*rubs chin* Not&amp;nbsp;a half-bad playlist. I almost laughed at the &amp;quot;Birth of Child&amp;quot; one. But it's too early to be doing that. Stolen from Suzu because I have nothing better to do before my livelesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;Random:&amp;nbsp;Ya know, this playlist so comfirms that I'll have difficult relationships. Mother-dearest and I got into it really good last night about that, so now I know for sure. HA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Animal Instinct</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T17:46:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T17:46:50Z</updated>
    <category term="spirit animal"/>
    <category term="animals"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What creature would you choose as your spirit animal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=788'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=788"&gt;View 502 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Man, I dunno. Maybe a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peacock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;or... *thinks* Flamingo... or... something really bright. Kootoni likes shiny/bright things! *bounces*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:15187</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: In a Former Life</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T03:29:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T03:29:26Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you believe in reincarnation? If your answer is "yes," describe some of your past lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=786'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=786"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Yep-yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said I had past lives?&amp;nbsp;I don't think simply believing that is a bad thing. It's a lot more plausible than going to a heaven or hell. *snorts* Afterlife, as in, a place in between - eh, MAYBE. But reincarnation most definitely.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:15069</id>
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    <title>Okaaaayyyy~~~</title>
    <published>2009-02-06T19:39:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T19:39:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;HG, Suzu~ *wiggles eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to bed at 3:00am&lt;br /&gt;- I only got&amp;nbsp;5 1/2&amp;nbsp;hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;- I had a OGT Social Studies Livelesson at 8:30&lt;br /&gt;- Drunk A LOT of pop, plus a glass of orange juice&lt;br /&gt;- Hyped up on strawberry mentos&lt;br /&gt;- Finished nearly all my schoolwork, with exceptions for a couple things&lt;br /&gt;- It's Friday, meaning it's the weekend&lt;br /&gt;- Geometry and strangely easy for me right now&lt;br /&gt;- I feel like jumping into busy traffic just to dance to &amp;quot;Thriller&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Old Time Rock and Roll&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;- It's sunny outside and not unbelievably cold out&lt;br /&gt;- I'm lovin' it~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely~ *dances away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:14632</id>
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    <title>fluorescent_x @ 2009-02-05T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-06T04:01:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T04:01:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 15 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008080"&gt;1) Unlike most little girls who wanted to ballerina's or dancer's when they were younger, I wanted to be a cowgirl. And by george I am~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My&amp;nbsp; handwriting is really, really sloppy and I can't write cursive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have a passive-aggressive personality disorder, and an extreme fear of heights (acrophobia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a MySpace, but haven't used it in at least four to five months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Behind the wheel, I'm actually a pretty good driver... but when I back up, it's like a wind of destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Obvious one, I'm a very, very, VERY open minded person. People never stick around long enough to find that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&amp;nbsp;I can't sit still for than 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) One way or another, I always bring up death, blood, mutilation, serial killers or the paranormal in conversations. This happens daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&amp;nbsp;When I turn eighteen, I plan to get three tattoo's. One on each shoulder and one under my neck. Bet that'll give mom a heartattack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I can just LOOK at a person's face and I start laughing for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)&amp;nbsp;I'm always bound determined to put a puzzle piece in a spot, even when it doesn't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) When I was younger and still had my barbie dolls and other dolls, I'd chew on their hands and feet because of the plastic and rubber. And I still do - just... not on dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I act like a big toughy, but I can see my own relection and I'll scare myself shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I always, ALWAYS lose at monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)&amp;nbsp; I'm more afraid to wander around town at night than I am walking through the woods at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't tagged, but it seemed like fun.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fluorescent_x:14401</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Seven</title>
    <published>2009-02-05T20:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-05T20:05:14Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which of the seven deadly sins—sloth, greed, lust, gluttony, anger, envy, and pride—are you most likely to commit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=771'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=771"&gt;View 502 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
But of course, Greed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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