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  <title>Recollection</title>
  <subtitle>Pocketful of Memories</subtitle>
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    <name>Eri</name>
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  <updated>2009-08-23T09:35:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hikaruyuki:65151</id>
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    <title>More Summerness</title>
    <published>2009-08-23T09:35:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-23T09:35:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I realize that I&amp;nbsp;still don't update this as much as I should. So I will try my best now. Since I don't update every 2 days, 3 days, a week, whatever, the only way I can organize this update is through random categories labeled by bolded, underlined titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random Updates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Twitter. I don't use it, though. I only got it to try to win this Starcraft II Beta key. No, I don't play Starcraft. But in case I ever end up using Twitter in the future, I'm hikariix (same as my deviantART).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and according to the Myers-Briggs personality test I took for the first time after nearly two years, I'm actually an extrovert. What the HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food Updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I go out and eat very often because 1. I'm a fatty and 2. I'm too lazy to cook. Oh, and 3. Food bought is good food, because I don't cook well like my parents. Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00053-20090801-1627.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00136-20090813-1749.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;California&amp;nbsp;Pizza Kitchen and Sprinkles from Newport Beach alskfjsdfksdf;'j so gooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this doesn't mean that I always eat out. In fact, I made dinner today! And helped make some sort of penis cake a long time ago at Charlene's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00264-20090822-2030.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00011-20090724-1649.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Wheee &amp;quot;homecooked&amp;quot; food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work and Social Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Work at the office has been pretty bleeh. It's still the summer, so things were pretty slow and I&amp;nbsp;had my own projects to work on. Until room assignments came along...then I had to gruel away at assigning some 1,640 residents to their little rooms for next year. Sounds like fun? A lot less fun than one may think. Especially if dealing with a thousand or so names and 8-digit ID numbers are 8 o'clock in the morning, slewn across pages and pages of rosters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00134-20090813-0932.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00073-20090805-1452.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Lots of work and papers. And a cup of coffee to keep myself sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, fun and games made up for whatever part of my soul was taken away by work. I spent a weekend back at Loma Linda/Redlands (around an hour away from Irvine) to visit Timmy's hometown, parentals, and friendsies. It was quite eventful-- I went to my first Christian church, made my first visit to a shady Walmart, and did way too much socializing for my (sadly, no longer) introverted self. So I guess, according to my new results from that personality test, the socializing was fitting for my extroverted self. I still can't get over those results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00152-20090815-1235.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00158-20090815-1305.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Whooo guess where I am? Oh, and Saturday church boy ~all dressed up~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" width="209" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00224-20090821-0252.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00233-20090821-0316.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;In reality, I don't remember half of this night. Dysfunctional family portrait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weird Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;During Charlene's birthday party, I&amp;nbsp;saw that she had this WEIRD, COOL clear bouncy wall filled with water and AWESOME&amp;nbsp;SPRINKLY&amp;nbsp;COLORS. I played with it and it kept me amused all afternoon because it was shiny and full of colors and BOUNCY&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I went to Target and saw the same thing, but MINIATURE. So I went &amp;quot;Oh shit, I have to have this.&amp;quot; So Timmy got it for me because I&amp;nbsp;love my toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00013-20090724-1933.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00218-20090819-1937.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Omgomgomgomgomg the best bouncy ball that was ever created evaaaarrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is weird shit going on around UCI. First, we found these really scary, spiky trees that are probably a hazard to the wellbeing of the students around here. I mean, if you ever hate someone and want to off them, you can probably just push them into one of these trees. Or feed them to one of these raccoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00198-20090816-2316.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="210" width="280" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/hikaruxyuki/IMG00216-20090818-2339.jpg?t=1251020073" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Phone...</title>
    <published>2009-07-20T10:34:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-20T10:34:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...is a piece of shit. Maybe it's the memory card, or maybe it's the phone. Either way, my life used to be defined by taking pictures of everything with my phone. In the past month or so, the poor LG Chocolate has been saving corrupt pictures and corrupting every single picture I took for the past half a year. It makes me freaking sad because I keep track of my life through the pictures I&amp;nbsp;take on my phone, so when I&amp;nbsp;see blank icons with question marks in the middle, it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new phone. Luckily, I'm home right now and my contract is about to expire soon. If everything goes according to plan, I can pay the Verizon store a nice visit and check to see if they have one of the several new phones I have on my &amp;quot;omg sexy I want&amp;quot; list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M&amp;nbsp;HOME&amp;nbsp;COME&amp;nbsp;VISIT&amp;nbsp;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...no pictures because I don't have any :( And for the pictures I do have, I'm too lazy to upload them right now. So laters.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hikaruyuki:64760</id>
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    <title>Gravity</title>
    <published>2009-06-28T08:12:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-28T08:18:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been listening to a lot of Vienna Teng lately. I&amp;nbsp;think it's mostly due to the influence of one of my friends at school, but I remember a lot of the songs from William's car a couple of years ago. Knowing William and his crazy connections in Saratoga,&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't be surprised if he knew her personally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kiraraito&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#8f8f8f" size="1"&gt;do you personally know her?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bananafromcanada&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;sorta?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bananafromcanada&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;ive met her a couple of times&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kiraraito&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#8f8f8f" size="1"&gt;ooh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bananafromcanada&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;shes friends with darrens family so i had like christmas diner with her and stuff&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bananafromcanada&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;like whenever theres big holiday parties at his house she usually comes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just a phase, but I've made a hobby out of looking up her lyrics on Song Meanings and playing her songs from my iPod's speakers at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I've had quite an eventful week. I was practically attached to Timothy at the hip for six days straight, and every time we needed to go back to his apartment (or my room in Middle Earth), it was a 4-mile round trip. In other words, since we made more than just a few round trips, I probably walked more than I ever have in my entire life. Walking sucks. I hate it. Walking long distances sucks even more. Due to us being sick of excessive walking, he decided to pretty much set up camp in my room (since my room is originally a double during the academic year anyways). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/248/0624090102.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/9874/0626092017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Bird's eye view of the front of the room ; new workspace complete with *~sexy wireless~* for my room&lt;em&gt; only&lt;/em&gt;. Pure awesome.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the summer, Middle Earth, free of all its first-year viruses from during the academic year, basically rents out its rooms to summer conferences. These conferences range from cheerleaders to marketing officials from Brazil (who don't speak a word of English) to &amp;quot;gifted students&amp;quot; in math and science (pretty much bullshit). That's pretty much all I know about the conferences...other than there are &lt;em&gt;so many&lt;/em&gt; annoying kids running around, but when I walked into the Conference Office the other day (run by the CAs a.k.a. 'Conference&amp;nbsp;Assistants'), I saw this box with my title on it. And I&amp;nbsp;thought &amp;quot;I will probably never check my mail here, but awesome!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/44/0619091853a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(That is all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday,&amp;nbsp;Timothy and I went on a super adventure and finally went to see Drag Me to Hell. I've been wanting to see that movie since foreeverrrrrrr, and right before it stopped playing in every theater nearby, an angel flew over my head, lifted me into the dreaded OCTA, and bussed me half an hour away to the only theater that was still showing it. The movie was great, and before that, we even stopped at Panera and had a nice cafe-style lunch (*See below).&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training ended a week ago and we are no longer provided with food from the commons. I kind of expected myself to eat out more often (because I rarely have the heart to cook), but I'm surprised that I&amp;nbsp;haven't eaten out a lot. In fact, I've only gone when friends ask me and when I'm out for the day already (and have no other choice other than eat out). Otherwise, I've grilled with the hall, made curry, had homemade sandwiches, and mooched off food from other hallmates. Timothy brought me Korean BBQ one day and another day, we cooked at his apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/9172/0625091427.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/544/0623091925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(*Panera- Soup in a bread bowl and a panini.)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Right: A couple of my friends made onigiri + salmon for dinner one night. I provided the rice cooker!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I&amp;nbsp;decided to go to the Farmer's Market at the University Center for the first time in probably...a year. My original intention was to go there and get that frozen apple juice that I love so much, but in addition to that, we snagged a bag of oranges (which were pretty damn good), a yellow watermelon that we have yet to slaughter, and a nostalgic raspberry chocolate scone. Going back soon for sure. The only downside was that it was kind of hot outside, and it was a pain to wake up &lt;em&gt;before&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;noon on a Saturday. But it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/1519/0627091211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Lots of healthy fruit + a bite of the scone remaining.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~ANIMAL&amp;nbsp;CORNER~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/539/0618091824.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/7978/0621091725.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(American Eskimo puppy at Spectrum. IT&amp;nbsp;WAS&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;FREAKING&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Bunnies at Fashion Island. I'm already set on getting a bunny at the&lt;br /&gt;CUTEAL:FJLDSFK:DS. First dog I want to get after I graduate,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; beginning of the academic year. I'M&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;EXCITED&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;WONDER&amp;nbsp;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;get my own apartment, and have a stable job and future.)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;COLOR&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;SHOULD&amp;nbsp;GETTTTT :D:D:D:D!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/7586/0621091714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Koi fish at Fashion&amp;nbsp;Island. I also want a pond of these when I have &lt;br /&gt;a stable job, future, and have the ability to remodel my backyard for &lt;br /&gt;100 of these fishies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>The World in Blue and Gray</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T07:00:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-16T07:00:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The weather here has been kind of gloomy lately. It would either be gloomy and cold, or gloomy and warm. Regardless, gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, move-out is done and I&amp;nbsp;am in my new room for summer training! Timothy and I spent the entire weekend packing up all my crap, moving all the boxes and junk onto carts, and made about ten journeys around Middle Earth. This is what it looked like when everything was initially moved in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/58/mess.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Freaking mess.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the remainder of Sunday pushing all of the big boxes and stuff I didn't need under the beds. Yes, beds. Since I&amp;nbsp;get a double room for myself, I&amp;nbsp;decided to push the beds together to make a super bed. After all that was done, I changed the furniture around, pulled out my desk, and ended up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/999/room1i.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/4597/room3q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Pretty nice, huh? Although...the awesome chair is not mine. I'm just holding onto it for Timothy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that will be my room until the end of August. I'm excitedddd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the sushi place 'Aomatsu' on Saturday night. Once again, it was a nice dinner, and since we forgot what we ordered last time, we picked random rolls off the menu. My favorite was unagi tempura (on the far right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/8462/sushi.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Two pieces were already missing because we were starving. Om nom nom nom.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMAL&amp;nbsp;CORNER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my residents from last year hid a bunny in his room for the entire quarter and was afraid of me finding out (since animals are not allowed in the residence halls). I really didn't care if there was a bunny in the room, but on the last day, I wanted to go play with it. OHMYGAWDDD&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;FREAKING&amp;nbsp;CUTE. She was around 9 weeks old, was raised around people, and super friendly. Practically felt like a stuffed animal with the floppy ears and the big fuzzy feet. I am definitely considering getting a bunny for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/138/bunny1g.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/8335/bunny2p.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(AKLSFJKLDsld;fksfjskd cuteness overloaaad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the not-so-cute side (for most people, but not for me), I brought a snail back into my old room. Middle Earth is littered with snails at night, especially if the grounds are damp from rain or the sprinklers. I sometimes get really sad because people step on them like crazy and it looks like a massacre outside, so this snail was my pet for a grand total of 20 minutes (before I&amp;nbsp;brought it back outside...scaring a bunch of the girls in the hall on my way out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2394/snail.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/3073/snail2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Whaat? I think that snails are cute. Except that one time when I picked one up and it pooped something black.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Spring 2009 Finals Week (Part I)</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T04:33:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T04:49:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a little tradition of taking pictures of the food I eat everywhere I go, but since it has been finals!party for the past week, I decided to make it a finals blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve units means three finals, but 3 finals is a lot when you have been slacking off as much as me. Last Friday was the last day of instruction, so I&amp;nbsp;went out for Korean Tofu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/4345/0605091922.jpg" style="width: 334px; height: 249px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(This is my excuse to start my food blog. Freaking delicious.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was Day&amp;nbsp;1 of studying, where all I did was sit around with my anthro study guide and kind of watch Timothy and his friends cry over chem. That night, we ordered pizza, hooked the professional Korean Starcraft league games up to the TV, and enjoyed ourselves. Like nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/stephanie%20yang/Desktop/0608092149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="251" width="334" src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/9625/0606092233.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Empty pizza plates and cream soda while watching oodles of nerdiness.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a big problem with my room is that even though I have the room to myself (and it is decently quiet. sometimes), I get easily distracted with everything around me. I can't sit at my desk and study because it will lead to Facebooking and AIMing and random web surfing, and I can't lie on my bed and study or else my narcolepsy will kick in. I don't like study areas or study rooms because they are sometimes too noisy (and I don't like studying when I'm around other people), so I've really had a hard time finding a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, I realized that the package room in the housing office was the perfect place. Now, I drag all my study materials, perch myself on one of the stools, and stay there for hours on end. The room is kind of small, it smells like cardboard boxes, and there's a creepy stalker window right next to my seat where people can kind of watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like a crazy person in an insane asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But overall, it's isolated and comfortable enough for me to get some decent studying done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring my food in there and even take some nice, short breaks without any huge distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/7185/0608092149.jpg" style="width: 286px; height: 215px;" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/79/0608091819.jpg" style="width: 285px; height: 214px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Free chili-cheese dog, fried chicken, and Fruit Loops treat from the commons. Arranging fruit snacks to pass the time while studying international stock markets.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently done with my International&amp;nbsp;Financial Management final and my Anthro whatever-the-topic-was final, and I'm super tired. More mentally tired than physically tired. But not tired enough to see the words swirl on my computer screen or flesh melting off my walls. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the sky looked like when I went to sleep last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="251" width="334" src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/671/0608090559.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(Bright. Oh, so bright. Why so bright? ~ 6:00AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a really odd dream that had to do with a princess of this far away fantasy-like place turning into a zombie. The princess' parents were Gods, and the father (the lesser God) had sent me on a mission to find the mother (the greater God) and give her the bad news. I had the ability to get a running start, jump off the balcony of the castle, and fly. The environment was beautiful, the sky sparkled, I could do tricks in the air, and the clouds were like glittering puffs of magic that enveloped my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating on my desk at 721AM. My fellow manager, who had pulled an all nighter, was texting me to ask if I was still awake or if I had fallen asleep. Apparently, I'm &amp;quot;horrible&amp;quot;, because&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;we were supposed to have breakfast&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly again&amp;nbsp;T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Days Go By</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T07:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T07:35:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I realized lately that I'm too dedicated to my job. I have to move out by Saturday, yet, I&amp;nbsp;start working immediately after my last final on Thursday, all of Friday, and the only shift before the move-out deadline on Saturday. That pretty much leaves me with...no time at all to pack up. I'm making it pretty hard on myself, especially since my room is full of junk accumulated after three years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll see how things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last week was pretty eventful. It is currently the week before finals week, so all I&amp;nbsp;have left to do is study and hopefully not fail this quarter. I'm actually taking the time to update because I've procrastinated, and am currently doing so, on doing my study guide for an entire week. I don't know how worried I am about finals, but I hope that saying that won't jinx everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was much more concerned with academics a year ago. Or two years ago. Now, I'm just like &amp;quot;whateverrrr...~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was Timothy's birthday and I felt really bad the entire week because I couldn't find a decent present. I had already gotten The Office: Seasons 3 &amp;amp; 4 for him, but that was more of an act of revenge than a present. I ended up drawing a picture and writing a letter instead (because I was stupid and had forgotten the card I bought during&amp;nbsp;Memorial weekend in a Target bag back at home). I hope he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/2545/bdayi.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we had&amp;nbsp;fancy Korean BBQ. Whooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/2166/81166536.jpg" style="width: 379px; height: 282px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire week had also been littered with banquets to mark the end of the year. Banquets meant dinner every night, either from your own banquet or leftovers from another banquet. It also meant a lot of gifties, including plaques, hall cups, certificates, awards, and hall gifts. This is the gift of pure awesome that my hall gave to me. I will put it in my cubicle for next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" width="375" src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/9691/0531092124a.jpg" style="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I&amp;nbsp;was introduced to an online game produced by Doritos called &lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;&amp;quot;Hotel 626&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;. Our first reaction? &amp;quot;What the hell, Doritos can make horror games?&amp;quot; We played through several levels and holy crap, it is a pretty freaky game. Of course, I have already been horror-desensitized thanks to Glynnis and our years of horror movies and Fatal Frame, but I&amp;nbsp;think that the game is definitely worth playing if you want a freak out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I still want to see Drag Me to Hell. Someone, see it with me please T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've done your own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can vote in an election.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think politics are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You show up for school late a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've never gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like to take walks by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language. &lt;br /&gt;[x] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You study even when you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have hand washed a car before.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more bills than you can pay. &lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been outside of the United States 3 or more times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You make your bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the total supposed to be your age? How weird.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Punk'd Again</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T02:14:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T02:14:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Unsuspecting, I left a certain boy in my room (&amp;quot;I'm tired, I'm going to nap here&amp;quot;) while I&amp;nbsp;went to class in the afternoon today. I came back to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/9882/0513091559b.jpg" style="width: 443px; height: 332px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mug that says &amp;quot;World's Best Boss&amp;quot; fully suspended in red jello...courtesy of pranks from The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHHH YOUUUU, I'M GOING&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;GET&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;REVENGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Finding Emotion</title>
    <published>2009-05-13T10:49:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-13T10:49:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First off, Timothy got me an iPod today. WHAT&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;PUNK AGFKLSFJSL:DFfkd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/7352/0513090230.jpg" style="width: 281px; height: 211px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting all innocent, yet shady all day and then going &amp;quot;surprise!&amp;quot; Now I must get my revenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I watched Star Trek on opening night last week. Truthfully, I&amp;nbsp;had never watched the series and I was hesitant to go see the movie because I was afraid that I wouldn't be interested in the scifi and nerdyness, but it turned out to be a really good movie. Like...really good. I guess one doesn't need any prior knowledge on the series to understand the plot really well. The plot was good, the action was intense, the CGI was great, and the characters were amazing. Ooh...the characters. I realized that halfway through the movie, I was so focused mainly because I was like &amp;quot;Ooohh...Spock...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop myself at Albertsons the other day and take a picture of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/282/0508092235.jpg" style="width: 280px; height: 211px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it! Go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is kind of my off-week in terms of papers and midterms, so I'm taking the time to do a little extra for the attendant team next year. We're having our first informal meeting this Friday that will include ice cream and icebreakers, so I spent the majority of my evening making around 30+ pins/buttons. I'll attach their names onto the buttons later this week and hopefully make a game concerning taking a random button and having them find the owner of the button. It'll probably turn out okay...except half of them will already know each other because we have a team of 56% returners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This button is one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=14daf2ae75&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=121398faa1be9bc3&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" style="width: 282px; height: 211px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I wanted to make the theme of the buttons fun and interesting too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday...and Wednesday means &amp;quot;Waffle Wednesdays&amp;quot; at late night Brandywine. I love waffles! And I love it more when I&amp;nbsp;have it at 1030pm on a school night. Last week, I made an awesome waffle. It had syrup and whipped cream and blueberries. Here's a picture of that heartattack: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/4936/0506092049.jpg" style="width: 281px; height: 211px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Late Night Party</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T11:16:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T11:16:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This week was amazingly exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I'm sitting in Timothy's room trying to &amp;quot;study&amp;quot; for my anthropology midterm this coming Tuesday. It's almost 4AM and I've been going in and out of consciousness because Rockstar energy drinks don't seem to work on me. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about 1/10 done with what I have to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first dose of what it means to be office manager this week. I had no free time at all, and if I wasn't in class, I was conducting interviews, in meetings, or running to and from Middle Earth. I never imagined that being the interviewer would be so draining, but I guess it takes a lot of energy to sit there for hours, listen to others talk, take notes, and discuss afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Friday marked the last day of interviews. I woke up extremely tired, dragged myself to class, then to work, where I had coffee, bananas, and kettle corn. Wheee thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/417/65217771.jpg" style="width: 281px; height: 211px;" alt="" /&gt; &amp;lt;--Most healthy lunch ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last three interviews, my supervisor and fellow manager took a coney to Starbucks and proceeded to go through all the applications and finalize the team. We had to make a lot of really tough decisions, but I'm overall pretty happy with the results and think that the team is going to be really great next year. It's just disappointing because we can't offer everyone the position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/3392/92494790.jpg" style="width: 282px; height: 211px;" alt="" /&gt; &amp;lt;--The chaos of reviewing applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Uzumaki (the horror movie) last night. I am now scared of washing machines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would be able to finally get a good night's sleep on Saturday, and even though I did get a decent amount of sleep, I&amp;nbsp;still woke up really tired and unmotivated to do any work. But during the evening, we had a nice sushi dinner and wandered around Albersons for a bit, and I think I realized that I really like running around and fooling around at a grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/8509/62631729.jpg" style="width: 282px; height: 211px;" alt="" /&gt; &amp;lt;--Dinner of awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan today is to stay up until 6AM...studying. I feel like I'm only updating this journal because if i don't find something to do and wake me up, I'll just pass out before 430.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fancy Nights and Interviews</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T07:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T10:55:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Middle&amp;nbsp;Earth Formal was fairly interesting, but it definitely wasn't as fun as it was last year. I partly felt like I was going out of obligation to support my peers, but the other part of me thought &amp;quot;Ah, what the heck. I might as well go.&amp;quot; The first several hours were spent socializing and taking pictures and after that, I pretty much just focused on the food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/5606/0425091949.jpg" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/3772/0425092004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad with raspberry vinaigrette, chicken with a mango sauce, vegetables, and baked potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/5139/0425092033.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/3332/0425092216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini black forest cake with berries, and some chocolate-covered bananas I hoarded from the chocolate fountain station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only spent around half an hour dancing, and the rest of the night was spent hanging out with staff at the check-in tables and just fooling around. Eventful, I guess, but I probably won't go again next year. Goodbye, Middle Earth formals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my first four of 47 potential attendant interviews today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I have a women studies ad analysis paper to write. It's due tomorrow and I am currently not anywhere near done. God, I&amp;nbsp;wish my paper would just do itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Come on Get Higher</title>
    <published>2009-04-25T08:02:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-25T08:04:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up kind of tired and unprepared for my econ midterm today. I had spent all of last night locking myself up in MEHO's package room and forcing myself to study. It really helped that I had my own space&amp;nbsp;(which was very quiet, thankfully), and after rearranging the furniture a bit, I&amp;nbsp;made myself comfortable. Me and International Financial Management &lt;em&gt;alll nightttt.&lt;/em&gt; Whooo party~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/9761/0423092138.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midterm ended by noon and feeling not so great about it, I found myself back in the office again for a 12-2 shift. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but I was happy since I didn't have to go to discussion today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise public transportation. Well, Orange County public transportation isn't that bad, but I prefer to go places by private car. There's just something off about being a slave to the bus schedule and sitting in a large moving vehicle with a bunch of shady people. So Val came by and saved me from the dreaded OCTA and took us to The District, where I spent the rest of my day (or most of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't read, I really love hanging out at bookstores. It reminds me of home when a bunch of friends and I would just hang out at Borders. There's just endless entertainment in a bookstore, and it's definitely easy to lose yourself in everything around you. Like this boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/999/0424091508.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/7347/0424091526a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also really nice to just get off of campus once in a while, and I don't necessarily find the need to go to a really fancy place (maybe I'm just easily satisfied?) Or perhaps...as long as I'm with someone I want to spend time with, I don't mind going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We indulged in caramel apples and ramen, and since I have a long-standing tradition of taking pictures of my food wherever I go, I figure that I&amp;nbsp;might as well post them here too. Thank you for a wonderful day &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/5916/0424091614.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/9504/0424091829a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making our way to Diamond Jamboree and spending way too much time in the purikura booth, Val made her way over and saved us from public transportation &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;! What a lifesaver. Therefore, it was only natural that we treat her to bread, tea, and cake at 85&amp;deg;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late now, and even though I told myself that&amp;nbsp;I would do some homework today, that will probably not happen. However, I did get my midterm grade back already, and I guess it's not bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Time Lag</title>
    <published>2009-04-24T20:29:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-24T20:29:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I decided that I will start posting in here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journal has been such an on and off project that it almost seems meaningless to start it up again. But yesterday, I felt the sudden urge to just update on random happenings of my life, especially since a lot has been going on recently. So I will try to make an effort to post everyday (or at least several times a week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more later.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hikaruyuki:61973</id>
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    <title>ALKSJfhksj;dk</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T08:18:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T08:19:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been waking up at 7:00/7:30 for the past week to make it to work/ class/ work and class. With no time to rest during the day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;This will be a kind of short and angry journal entry. I'll write more when I actually have the -time- during the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying harder on my art nowadays. During high school, I&amp;nbsp;used to pump out doodles or &amp;quot;deviations&amp;quot; every other class period since I&amp;nbsp;would get too bored to take actual notes or give a crap. The lines were crude, there was no meaning, every character and pose looked the same, and there were no backgrounds. Now, there are still no backgrounds (I'm working on that), but I try hard to make each picture as good as I&amp;nbsp;possibly can &lt;strike&gt;before I&amp;nbsp;get sick of it&lt;/strike&gt;. The result? Not as much time as before to constantly practice, practice, practice on new pictures. But prettier finished products?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/2391/dgraymangintamabyhikaritd7.jpg" alt="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/2391/dgraymangintamabyhikaritd7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="img228/4271/gintamaherobyhikariixtg9.jpg" title="Click to visit ImageShack for Image Hosting!" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/4271/gintamaherobyhikariixtg9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="img403/5297/gintamareflectionsbyhikgy4.jpg" title="Click to visit ImageShack for Image Hosting!" src="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/5297/gintamareflectionsbyhikgy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="img219/8072/gintamawishingkitebyhikpm4.jpg" title="Click to visit ImageShack for Image Hosting!" src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/8072/gintamawishingkitebyhikpm4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="img521/2788/e78a2b5d081c84538236c85xu7.jpg" title="Click to visit ImageShack for Image Hosting!" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/2788/e78a2b5d081c84538236c85xu7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&amp;nbsp;take offense really easily. For example, when people take a long time to respond to me (or if they don't respond at all), even if they think that they're not doing anything wrong, I find it kind of offensive. Really offensive. Almost as if my statement didn't have any importance or as if by ignoring me, they're indirectly saying &amp;quot;you're not worth my time&amp;quot;. I&amp;nbsp;especially hate it when people propose to do something...but end up not taking the initiative to start the project. Well...what are you expecting me to do? Continuously bug you and look like a fool while you continue to ignore me and/or take your sweet time to respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very &amp;quot;Ok, you want to do this? Let's get to work&amp;quot; kind of person. In other words, I&amp;nbsp;don't like to linger and draw things out. You either want to do it or you don't want to do it. Therefore, when people aren't prompt, it's offensive. Is it because they don't care enough? Or that I'm taking up their time? Whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, I'm just being a mean person right now. I should go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Flow of Time and People</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T09:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T09:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have nothing to do at the moment, so I'll take this time to write a (slightly positive?!) journal entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been five days since I've moved back into Middle Earth and started training and even though it has been REALLY tiring, it's a nice change from the laziness of summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; started off with moving into the training hall (and moving more stuff into my permanent hall, which is conveniently right across from the training hall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; marked the first day of training which involved some introductions and activities and info sessions that involved all of us (and also our first 'forced bonding' event of the week-- mini golf at night!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; was 'Park Day' (aka more fun-in-the-sun forced bonding activities from 845am-5p). Activities ranged from being broken up into groups of ten and trying to keep 20+ balloons up in the air for more than two minutes, walking across the park on wooden planks while carrying a large bucket of water by several strings, and walking mazes while blindfolded. I've never been so tired in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; was more group training, going over the StrengthsQuest, ethics training, and more trying to not fall asleep while waiting for lunchtime and dinnertime to roll around.&lt;br /&gt;Come &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, I could finally sleep in past 800 in the morning. Thank the lord. Played Rock&amp;nbsp;Band all afternoon, went out to get &lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/my.php?image=0906081813aiq4.jpg"&gt;sushi&lt;/a&gt; and dessert, and came back to a hall full of people starting their posters. Ran out at midnight with a couple of people to get our &lt;a href="http://img367.imageshack.us/my.php?image=0907080101nj5.jpg"&gt;fourth meal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the feeling of finally being an upperclassman, or perhaps it's the thrill that I never really felt last year during training, but I can't wait until everyone gets into that &lt;em&gt;mood&lt;/em&gt; right before Welcome Week and right before the residents move in. Although there are a lot of returners this year, we're a completely different staff team than last year and it's exciting to wait and see how things will turn out. As for me, even though I'm back in the dorms, I can't help but think about what may be in store for me, what kind of residents I'll meet, and how close I'll become with certain staff members this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I forget that I'm also here to go to class and get a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at home is definitely great-- you are fed and get to hang out with your family and friends at places you've grown up around, but I feel like life at home is so routine. There's a special kind of freedom and 'uncertainty of the future' when you live away from home and around a group of other people who are in the same position. I came in this week slightly skeptical of the competency of some of the staff members, but now that I've gotten to know more of them a little better, I realize that they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; all here for a reason (or else they wouldn't have been hired in the first place). And although we're all being forced to live in one hall for 2+ weeks, I'm sure that only good things will come out making posters together, running out to get food together, playing video games in the common room together, and dragging our sore asses back from training at the end of the day together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sitting here and almost falling asleep. I think I'll start organizing my permanent room tomorrow (right now, it's just a bunch of boxes and clothes and random crap sitting around). I'm also excited about that (especially the part when I get to organize the toys :D)-- I'll take a picture when it's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Welcome to the Rest of Forever</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T10:27:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T10:44:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. My LJ finally crapped out on itself (the images that were used in the code were apparently being hosted on Photobucket...and the bandwidth exceeded =__=). So until I find a better layout, I'm going to have to use a preset one. Booo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lately, I feel like my art has been spiraling backwards. Maybe it's the excessive "chibi" pictures I've been doing (little Gin&amp;amp;Katsura, the DGM icons, other club-related in-progress projects that require a 'cuter' style) or the fact that I've been rushing through things because I get sick of working on a piece so easily. I've also lost track of the style I was trying to hold on to and feel like everything is becoming very...generic anime-y, and I personally want to stay away from that as much as possible. That makes me sad because I want to do better than what I've been putting out recently (not to mention that I can't stand looking at the front page of my DA profile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha...or maybe I can't do better and this is my limit -__- I must've done too much this summer &lt;strike&gt;damn you, damn youuu.&lt;/strike&gt; Ok, after I finish all the little things that are lying around, I'm going to take a deep breath, purge whatever is possessing me to draw in this style, and start over again. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY: &lt;/b&gt;So I think I'm going to go get a haircut tomorrow. You know, I always wanted to cut my hair short and dye it blonde (like &lt;a href="http://motojirou.up.seesaa.net/image/ayumi-hamasaki.jpg"&gt;Hamasaki Ayumi&lt;/a&gt;). But chances are...that's never going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My parents were talking about the future today. As in GREs and GMATs and grad school and PhDs and life and jobs and failure and nastiness. I hate the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In other news, my desktop has finally reached its limit of jankiness too. There's a bug that's messing around with the internet (or at least only the browser since AIM works fine) and makes things excruciatingly slow. Like REAALLYY slow. Like...slower than Glynnis' old dial-up slow. So I've been using my laptop for surfing and my desktop for everything else. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to Video Games Live!! It was good and overall really entertaining. They just need to stop shining those effing beams into the audience and burning my eyes out of their sockets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. So far, I've managed to pull &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; people into the obsessive Gintama fandom: Glynnis, Charlene, and J. WHO WANTS TO BE NEXT?! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Going back to Irvine this weekend :( Poop, training ruined the last month of my summer. At least &lt;strike&gt;it'll be chaotically entertaining and&lt;/strike&gt; I'll get paid and lots of people will be there suffering with me. &lt;strike&gt;And maybe life will kick me in the balls again (like last year's training, THANKS).&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Oh yeah, Glynnis. I don't remember if I told you, but I only found one extra of Katsura :( No extras of Gintoki, but I also have one extra of Elizabeth, Kagura, Hijikata, and Yamazaki (and Takasugi, but you have to beg reaaallyyy hard to get that one off of me :D). So if you want one of those, it'll be your &lt;strike&gt;early birthday present&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;late birthday present&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;early Christmas present&lt;/strike&gt; present of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I figured that ten would be a nice round number to leave off on, but I can't think of anything else.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Confessions of a Split Mind</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T09:33:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T09:58:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I believe in conspiracies..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in conspiracies, and ever since the beginning of high school, I had believed that everyone is against me unless proven otherwise. I'm paranoid, assume things, and jump to conclusions easily. For people who know me in real life, I seem aloof and apathetic, unwilling to let others in, even to people who know me well enough. As for people who don't know me in real life, it may seem as though I don't care and will easily brush off the goodwill of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could easily divide my life into chunks. For the first chunk of my life (perhaps the first decade), I was too naive and carefree to worry about the rest of the world. My teachers described me as "a student who was always smiling", although I didn't really excel in academics or stand out from the crowd. For the second chunk of my life (the next six years), although I have forgotten (or blocked out) the majority of it, I had a superiority complex of some sort and picked up a load of bad traits. For the third chunk of my life (up until now), everything took a sudden turn and I find myself purging the past and striving for things that are "impossible"-- things like "perfection", my "ideal future", "being liked by everyone", and "being the best", perhaps to make up for everything that has happened before. Of course, to some point, the superiority complex still carries over, but so does the overwhelming fear of failure, hate, and rejection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason for saying all of this, believe it or not. Perhaps it wasn't as bad in the last two years of high school, but as soon as I realized that I had some sort of a thing called "potential", I've been obsessed with nurturing it-- whether this meant setting up impossible goals like "straight A+'s on midterms this quarter", academic research that no first-year would do, or pushing myself out of my comfort zone and taking on difficult tasks. My priorities would take sharp turns and linger for agonizing periods of time as I try to "be the best" in that category. Although this strategy has pushed me and helped me succeed in fields such as work and academics, you fall hard when you can't reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, this obsessiveness has made me lose sight of things that matter to me. During the school year, I would think to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Who cares about something like drawing? I'm not an art major and I will never make a profit off of my art. I'll probably forget that I even have the skill someday. After all, the only thing that matters is being a successful businesswoman or research economist."&lt;/i&gt; Then I would continue my obsessive rampage to achieve straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I hate being forced to draw. I don't like requests or commissions because drawing is something that I can only do if I'm hugely motivated or inspired. But at the same time, before I had started to push my own limits in academics, the ability to create a decent illustration was the only thing I had. While other people were amazing at music or sports or academics, the only thing I could say was "I can draw pictures". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was almost on the verge of forgetting, the only reason I forced myself to draw this much during the summer was because the person I liked told me "You have beautiful stuff" and asked if I wanted to start a comic with him. I was so happy at the request that once vacation started, I told myself that I would push myself to constantly create more and more...getting better and better so I could be good enough to collab with him. But being the person I am, even though that goal was still in the back of my head, I became too caught up in the DA statistics and receiving more attention, more comments, more favorites...being more "popular" and stirring up ridiculous "jealousies". That was coupled by the feeling of failure and "not being good enough" if the statistics were low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's human nature, right? It's the Tragedy of the Unmanaged Commons that causes us to desire more and more of one's individual interest. Although DA statistics are, in a way, infinite, there is still an impending doom; in this case, I'm dooming myself and the ideal person I want to be. And it's tragic because I know that once school starts again, I will shift my attention and transform into the obsessive academic again, once again shutting out the fact that this battle with the commons had ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to stop and reflect while I still have control over doing so. While I'm at it, I wanted to take the time to apologize to anyone who may have been offended by anything I did. After all, since I believe that the entire world is against me, there's nothing I can do by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unsure about where my priorities lie and even though I'm nearing 20 years, it's still hard to decipher myself . I know that I definitely want to strive for academic excellence and a bright future, but there is more to life than that. Whether it be a 3.926 GPA and summa cum laude standing or just the joy of being able to celebrate my talents along with the talents of others, it's too hard to choose. But last year, one of the staff supervisors told me this-- sometimes, when you feel like crap, it helps to just sit down with a piece of paper and start listing off your blessings. Whether it be the chance to go to a good school and receive a good education, the blessing of good friends, the blessing of talents, or just being able to wake up to a new day, just write everything down.&amp;nbsp; I've come this far-- perhaps I can push my limits once again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Asl;kfjsdklfj</title>
    <published>2008-07-31T10:25:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-31T10:25:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;DO PEOPLE STILL UPDATE THIS THING?!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;strike&gt;I will do it later.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tops</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T11:05:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T11:08:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Rule of the Universe #52:&lt;/b&gt; Boys are crapface and not worth it unless they can meet certain criteria set by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill tells me that my standards are way too high and that I'm way too picky. But if he doesn't make at least 15/20, bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Top 20 Things I look for in a Guy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/3407/top20ho0lx7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Day by Day</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T09:58:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T10:35:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do people still write in their Livejournals? Holy crap, it has been...waay too long and people have actually been posting for the past month. Pfft. Negligence on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...is fine. Other than the occasional gate-arm-breaking in the middle of the night and "Holy crap, Pippin exploded" or flood through Middle Earth, work has not really felt like work. Maybe it's because I practically live there, so when I'm actually at the front desk, it doesn't feel any different from when I'm hanging out with nothing to do. At the very last minute, I decided not to apply for RA because if a miracle ever happened and I did get the job, I don't want my 3rd year consumed by the responsibility of making 80 kids' first year experience enjoyable. I've seen too much of even the most energetic and dedicated RAs getting pooped out, and I know that I'm definitely not as energetic. Maybe my 4th year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is okay this quarter. The upper division classes are not as neck-wringing as I thought they would be and the only class I'm worried about is&amp;nbsp; Econ15a: stats&amp;amp;probability for freaks who like sigma notation. It doesn't help that the professor is the biggest douchebag on the planet and treats us all like 5-year olds. His homework and tests are impossible, but whatever. My enrollment window is coming up, and once again, I'm not going to search up my classes until the day before. All I know is that I have to take Econ15b with the same.goddamn.professor. Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0 crusade! Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Positive strokes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;To Michelle who still manages to find the time within her busy schedule to talk to me and listen to my emo-angry-rants. Especially since I've been in such a tired and blaargghh mood lately. I also realized that I need more sleep than I used to need. Last year, I was (strangely) able to wake up at 7:15 almost every morning for stupid 8 o'clock classes after getting 5 hours of sleep. Now, I think that I need at least 6.5-7 or else I'd totally crash. In some cases, I'll even skip class for more sleep. Then, of course there's the time/sleep trade-off. So more sleep = less stuff getting done = angry me. But when I sleep, I don't need to think about anything, so I guess that's good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lack of LJ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I just realized why. I've been writing in a private journal lately. No WONDER I've had nothing to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Individual Rants&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stupid people I hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So maybe I'm not a real social animal, but I realize that the more time I spend with people, the more I can't stand them. So if I ever get mad at you and start ignoring you, most of the time, it isn't you. Well, it is you, but it's mostly the little things about you that people can't see unless they spend a ridiculous amount of time with you everyday. Since I've discovered this about myself, I wonder if I can ever find someone I WON'T get sick of. The moral of the story is: No matter how much I love you, if I spend WAAY too much time with you, chances are I'm going to end up pissed off at you (temporarily) somewhere along the way. Wow, that was a mean thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the topic of people I hate, there are two kinds of people who suck: people who you hate slowly and people you hate right off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enter subject#1&lt;/u&gt;: People you hate right off the bat because they're socially awkward, think they're the shit, and try to ask YOU for dirt to use against your closest friends. Oh wait, add in the fact that they're threatening to use dirt on YOU in hopes that it will affect your closest friends (ok, it's not really dirt if everyone and their mom knows, but whatever). Um, shuttup and get out of my face before I shove &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; face into the shredder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enter subject #2&lt;/u&gt;: People who seem cool and attract you at first; maybe you want to get to know them better. They seem smart and talented with a sense of humor, but you're sure that they also know when to act mature. Even if you really can't find the time to hang out with them or really get to know them, you spend enough time observing their interactions with other people. Slowly, you realize..."Holy crap, what an immature and insensitive 5-year old." The complete opposite of what you thought at first. More about subject #2 below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reasons why love sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Boys are strange creatures because of the guys I've talked to about close friends, relationships, and crushes, they seem to get over them pretty quickly. Not the same case for girls. It's true that the more time I spend with people, the more I can't stand them because I start to pick on their bad qualities, but loving them becomes a natural thing.&amp;nbsp; For example, you don't &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; "I have to love my parents because they do (blah) for me" because loving them, at this point, is just as natural as breathing (for most people). This notion applies to close friends who might piss you off, but no matter how angry you are at them, you're so used to loving them that whatever crap they're going through hurts you more than it hurts them because you're so used to caring about them. So love sucks because even if you don't want to love, you end up loving because you're close to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea also applies to immature and insensitive 5-year olds (subject#2) because no matter how much you want to smack them in the face with that heavy duty stapler in the copier room, you're so used to the feeling of wanting to protect them, loving them for who they are, and wanting to sacrifice anything to see them smile that you end up loving them &lt;i&gt;even though &lt;/i&gt;they are pathetic, immature, and insensitive 5-year olds. You think that the feeling will go away when you realize they suck, but noooo. So love sucks again because even if someone isn't who you thought they were, you still end up loving them because you're so used to wanting to put them in your protective bubble and because you've had feelings for them for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck, love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this at work today. ALKSjfksldgjks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/4519/39884604ih8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Alternative Plans</title>
    <published>2007-10-23T10:02:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T10:02:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I realized lately that I'm the kind of person who shifts priorities really easily. A better way to say it is...I change around the labels of "What is important to me" very often. Too often. Too frighteningly often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm growing up and growing out of my old interests. I'm changing, so isn't this natural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it kind of scares me when something that used to be really important to me becomes replaced and tossed aside in my heart so easily. I find myself wondering why this event...this person...or this ambition meant so much to me. How come I suddenly don't feel the same way anymore? And how come I suddenly feel so stupid about letting it control my life a month ago...a year ago...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it scares me even more when I think that someday, whenever that day will be, I couldn't care less about my treasures right now. And I would laugh when I remember how I forced myself into a living hell.</content>
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    <title>Someday, Better Days</title>
    <published>2007-10-18T09:17:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-18T09:17:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm tired. Maybe not physically tired because I think I get enough sleep (most of the time), but mentally tired. Just tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that I wanted a car to come by and hit me so I can forget everything. But Jill says that I don't want to forget- I just want to stop feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be week four next week. Midterms start next week, bu as of now, I'm three weeks behind.</content>
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    <title>Meme Time</title>
    <published>2007-10-10T05:50:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T05:56:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stephanie is bored and she doesn't want to read and take notes. Guess what she's gonna do now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Meme time."&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;24&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No one, actually.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How tall are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;5'3"&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Not midterms.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's the last movie you saw?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Saving Face.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Who was the last person you called?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jill&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...Jill&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last text message you received?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mika, saying that she's going swimming instead of to the student staff party.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Kathy (but I didn't get it 'cause she called my old number).&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Depends on who the receiver is.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Taking a shower.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Are your parents married/divorced?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Married.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. When did you last see your mom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Exactly a month ago.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Brown.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What time did you wake up today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;8:10.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Adidas shorts, black spaghetti strap, big U.S. Open jacket.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Silent Night.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In bed.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Class.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Somewhere like the beach at sunset.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hopefully working.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Do you tan or burn?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Burn.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dark shadows and deformed people.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Episode 2 of Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. How big is your bed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In my apartment, full size. In my room back home, a queen.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Laptop here, desktop at home.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Uh, with.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. What color are your sheets?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Blue.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. What is your favorite season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Autumn.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. What do you like about winter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The holidays and the cold weather (hoodies yay!).&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. What do you like about the summer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ice cream and no school.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. What do you like about spring?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The weather isn't that hot yet, but it's good weather.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. How many states/provinces have you lived in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Santa Clara and Saratoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Bare feet.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Are you a social person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Around people I'm comfortable with.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This noodle thing.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;R&amp;amp;G in SF.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Vanilla, then chocolate chip cookie dough.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Anything.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. What is your favorite kind of soup?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This beef soup my mom makes.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Strawberry.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Do you like Chinese food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Do you like coffee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Like...nothing. Half a glass...&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nothing.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I think that I tend to gravitate towards the door. At home, I would sleep on the right side. Here, on the left.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;=D&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Do you have an addictive personality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I...don't know.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;At home, I would eat at home more often. Here, I don't have a choice.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hamasaki Ayumi.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Do you want kids?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mandarin and bits of French.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ocean.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Window.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Do you know how to drive stick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Stationery, useless junk like pencil boards and phone straps, and food like tea or yogurt.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;67. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;White gold cross necklace and yellow gold bracelet.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..none.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Too lazy to think too much right now.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. What is the main ring tone on your phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's on vibrate.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What red object is closest to you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My "New Europe" textbook.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes, especially since I take an hour to brush my teeth.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Closed.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A big bear.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. Do you flirt a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No. People who flirt a lot piss me off.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ketchup.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. What is your favorite food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Kabocha (pumpkin/squash thing).&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;81. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Heck no.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;82. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. Have you ever run out of gas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What is your usual bedtime?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Around 2-4 am.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. What was the last book you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Whatever textbook I'm reading right now. If that doesn't count, Harry Potter (hahaha).&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. Do you read the newspaper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you watch soap operas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you dance in the car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. What radio station did you last listen to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Don't listen to the radio.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;92. Who is in the picture frame closest to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My parents and brother. Next to that, the 2007-2008 M.E. staff picture.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;93. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Some note I wrote to someone on a post-it note.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. What is your favorite candle scent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Don't have one.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;95. What is your favorite board game?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Chinese checkers! Does that count?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. When was the last time you attended church?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Baccalaureate Mass...more than a year ago. Oh my god, I'm so bad D:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;98.Who was your favorite teacher in high school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...don't ask me this question.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;99. What is the longest you have ever camped out in a tent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The APBio field trip. Hate. Camping.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100. Who was the last person to do something extra special for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jill and Rodney took me out to dinner. I guess that was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>hikaruyuki @ 2007-09-23T03:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-23T11:00:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-23T11:03:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm kind of blank right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fun. Tiring, but fun. Frustrating, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aASKlfjlsdfn lksf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.</content>
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    <title>♪</title>
    <published>2007-09-10T11:15:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-10T11:16:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">♪ Back in the hellhole, back in the hellhole~ ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really "school" yet, and I guess it's kinda-sorta-maybe cool to be on staff, but I'm not looking forward to waking up at 8:30 WTF? everyday for training from 9-5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home and not use my brain again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, Allen is smexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7442/allen2gv6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(half-assed lineart and coloring for someone's birthday picture)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although not as smexy as MY HUSBAND KANDA. But I can never draw him and have him turn out well :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Smile</title>
    <published>2007-08-26T11:02:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-26T11:27:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Charlene and I were looking at DGM merchandise (again) a couple of hours ago and I came across this forum that said that Kanda was smiling on the cover of one of the TCG booster packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What?! Kanda is smiling?! Aklsjdkslf&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't find it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;After much searching, I only found this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/5874/cardsjd8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? What's going on in that picture? Charlene found me a close-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/6789/smile1dn8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL? KANDA IS-?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7562/smile3mm3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO AAUUGHH STOP SMILING, KANDA. IT'S SCARY. STOP SMILING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/7481/smile4te4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X____X. On the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/2058/xdfs8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be allowed to let my imagination run after midnight.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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