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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jun 2006 10:40:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drain my soul and sell it on Ebay...</title>
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  <description>I wonder what someones mortal soul would go for on ebay. Anyway, I have decided to be single for the rest of my life. That way I don&apos;t have to worry about anyones feelings, or saying something which you don&apos;t think it wrong, but really is. So ya, single for ever! Just lots of sex and no commitment. WOOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA we should go to the movie on Friday. FRIDAY. So leave a message!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2006 22:26:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m not a nice guy!</title>
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  <description>Seriously I&apos;m not, but it sure seems like I am. So work called today and is all like &quot;Can you work an extra day this week?&quot; I&apos;m like... errrr.... No. &quot;Come on its extra hours, bigger pay cheque...&quot; I&apos;m all like FINE I WILL LEAVE ME ALONE LALALALALALALALALALALALA *hang up* Why do I do all these things for people I never get anything in return. Makes me kinda angry. Maybe I&apos;ll go ask for Friday the 26th off so I can go see X-Men 3 with people. Melissa call me *does hand motion with a wink*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 22:48:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shaved my head with a three wood...</title>
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  <description>No I really didn&apos;t, but I thought that this would be the most random heading I could come up with at... 4pm in the after noon. I just woke up... AHAHAHA. OH NOES. Let me tell you about working in fast food. I can sum it up in three words... IT FUCKING SUCKS... Thats it, its a good first job, but then its a good FIRST job, which means get another one afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally found a store that I could buy the band Within Temptation&apos;s cds at. So I was excited to own the actually copy instead of having the downloaded music. I love gothic metal. Its so good. Mixture of metal with orchestration. Amazing, almost opera like singing. Fills me with chills just talking about it. OW MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and that little dream I had about being dumped. It sorta actually happened like that. Whats the chance? All you can down now is let out a LAWL. Shrug it off. Oh ya, it happened 4 months ago, I&apos;m over it completely.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 09:50:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Everytime you bring the law of physics...</title>
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  <description>...into an anime related show, god kills cat girls. Think of the cat girls you sick bastards. I hate doing physics labs. Then again I shouldn&apos;t have left it until the last possible day, but I&apos;m almost done! Kinda excited, and this looks really good (probably going to get a shitty mark on it.) Fuck University. I hate it so much, I wish I could just take a year off.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 05:26:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What?</title>
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  <description>Sometimes having a significant other, IE my girlfriend can be very stressful sometimes. I agree on something with her and then she says stuff &quot;Ya but I told you this yesterday night&quot; and she totally didn&apos;t but she will argue until I just give up because its no use trying to win against her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tonight &quot;Call me around 5 o&apos;clock!&quot; But she heard &quot;Call me when you get hungry.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why would I wait for her to be hungry, if I get hungry first I&apos;m eating, so then there would be no point on going out for dinner right? So I did that, went out for dinner without her and did absolutely nothing. Then she calls me at 8:30 asking if I&apos;m readying to go out. FUCK that! I agreed upon 5, not 8:30, did she just expect me to sit there and just wait until she phones. Not 8:30 is too late when I&apos;ve been up since 5am and I work again tomorrow at 6am. Doesn&apos;t cut it!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 18:05:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Random Dream</title>
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  <description>A day like any other day, the sun was shining, people were walking down the streets, happiness was in the air. I drove down the highway heading towards the local high school to give a suprise visit to my girlfriend. As usual, the city traffic was bad, but luckily my class finished early so I will still have time before their lunch is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive took no less than ten minutes. I pulled into the parking lot and drifted into a visitor parking stall. Locking it, I walked towards the school, a bouquet of flowers in hand. It was after all our second year anniversary and I love to suprise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled open the door and walked up the stairs, familiar faces looking excited to see me, waving and saying hello. I rounded the corner passing by a group of people I knew, but they didn&apos;t seem to notice me. I moveds towards where she usually hangs out. There I stopped in my tracks, a sight I thought to never see, and there she was kissing another, with such love and warmth thought I never thought I could once receive. I was unnoticed, but stood dead still not knowing what to do. Suddenly someone from behind yelled a giant hello, screaming out my name. She turned quickly and made eye contact with me. I shifted my eyes slightly, taking a look at the ground, the feeling of tears welling in my window like eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I look up and the only thing I could think of was smiling. &quot;If its what the heart wanted,&quot; I managed to say, still holding onto the flowers, holding back my emotions of great sadness. Her face was pale with fear or grief, I wasn&apos;t too sure I was having a hard time seeing. She tried to speak but I held out my hand, no words could help. I quickly turned, dropping the bouquet onto the floor and walked quickly away down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called my name from the hall, her running footsteps coming towards me. I turned and quickly walked down the last flight of stairs, as I hit the bottom she took hold of my arm. &quot;Wait,&quot; she said to me.&quot; Wait for what, why am I the one having to wait, why couldn&apos;t she just wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without turning I spoke, &quot;Wait for what, its pretty obvious there is no more waiting.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You don&apos;t understand-&quot; she said quickly, but I interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;-There is nothing to understand, nothing to explain. It&apos;s fine I just wasn&apos;t always there, its my fault. Be happy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear her silent tears. &quot;But I, but I...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please, just fade away,&quot; I said now crying. &quot;I&apos;m amazed with the silence you can&apos;t hear the breaking of my heart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw my arm out of her grip, hesitatingly I turned around and looked at her. Even with all this emotions I couldn&apos;t help but feel like her tears were my fault. Her makeup streaking down her pale, soft face. I wanted to hug her, but disgust was too strong of emotion to fight over. Even if the kiss was nothing, nothing will be the same. She tried to reach for my face, as if wanting to wipe my tears away, but I brushed her hand to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I just wanted to yell, I wanted to cry, I wanted to say something. But all I could muster was, &quot;So much for my happy ending...&quot; With that I turned and walked out of the building, new tears running down my wet cheeks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 07:23:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My feminine side came out, but my boy side beat it with a bat</title>
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  <description>&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#F88B8B&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#A7CEFF&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don&apos;t actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re just you. You don&apos;t try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/&quot;&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2005 18:10:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Grimreaper came for my soul, so I invited him in for lunch</title>
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  <description>&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #D3CEF5; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;&quot;&gt;Your Expression Number is 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font: 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #E8E5FA; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;&quot;&gt;Very intelligent, you are usually thinking, introspecting, or analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a good mind, and you are especially good at finding out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to obsess over wisdom and hidden truths.&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to become a authority on any subject you undertake.&lt;br /&gt;Operating on a different wavelength, most people don&apos;t know you that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very logical and rational, at times you tend to lack emotion.&lt;br /&gt;So much so, that you often have times coping with emotional situations.&lt;br /&gt;You are not very adaptable - you may tend to be overly critical at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/&quot;&gt;What&apos;s Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole from Mel&apos;s.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2005 12:19:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Everyone died and pie rained from the sky</title>
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  <description>Well, its 5:20am, I have to head to work soon. But what strikes me as odd is the fact that I have 0 people online on my msn. Now some people might get this normally, I have a 122 people on my msn. SOMEONE is usually on at all times. So I&apos;m pretty sure it had something to do with the rumble last night. The pie factory exploded and the shrapnal must have taken out a good chunk of the population.</description>
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  <category>fucking tired</category>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 18:08:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Something from Eddy&apos;s</title>
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  <description>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;20&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&quot;, Willow, Dragon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored 21 wisdom, 33 bravery, 52 emotional,  and 5 martyrdom! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A willow wand signifies that you care deeply about emotions, art, and&lt;br /&gt;intuition, and that you have a particular knack for charms. Your&lt;br /&gt;dragon&apos;s heartstring core makes your wand very effective in hexes. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=&quot;20&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;table bgcolor=&quot;black&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#b2cfff&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; width=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;white&quot; width=&quot;144&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;4%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;table bgcolor=&quot;black&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#b2cfff&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; width=&quot;60&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;white&quot; width=&quot;90&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;40%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;bravery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;table bgcolor=&quot;black&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#b2cfff&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; width=&quot;149&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;white&quot; width=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;table bgcolor=&quot;black&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#b2cfff&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; width=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;white&quot; width=&quot;149&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&quot; alt=&quot;free online dating&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;martyrdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5113933298354864703&quot;&gt;The Harry Potter Wand Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=17314361210137345932&quot;&gt;sputnik845&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 20:47:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Meaning of life... or a taco?</title>
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  <description>So this is a very weird thing to be blogging on this. I have really nothing to say except for RUN THE SPOONS ARE COMING. Save yourself while you can, I will hold them off with fork, make sure princess knife gets away to a safe country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yatta!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer hasn&apos;t been bad, working lots of hours (all in the morning, so I have the whole day left to do something). I hang out almost everyday, except for the ones where I can make plans with 20 different people and then cancel with all of them so everyone &lt;s&gt;is mad&lt;/s&gt; doesn&apos;t get disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fights off ninja&apos;s with his own ninjutsu and swords*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new obsession.... Nope I lied, its still Gundam SEED (Destiny). Everyone has angsty shit, its not even funny. BUT! Luckily this season is not as depressing as the first one. Seriously season one made me want to kill myself I was so sad (no not really, but you get the picture ne?) Oh and I lied again, I do have another obsession, but that is about it Naruto is my other obsession and soon it will be in North America, and you know what that means.... NARUTO PARAPHINALIA (yes I can&apos;t spell, its that awesome!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kidnapped by government for secret research project code name: Eternity)</description>
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  <lj:music>Hanson - Where&apos;s the Love?</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 06:15:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>STALKER!</title>
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  <description>&lt;table style=&quot;font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074760846&quot; method=&quot;POST&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;Your Life as a Celebrity by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/karen_walker&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;Karen_Walker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;armored_username&quot; 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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 06:10:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Days before the magicks</title>
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  <description>Man I had this crazy dream which could be so cool to be like a movie or something. It starts off back before ancient times. People are at the highest peak of technology, they are more advanced than we are. Rumors are that people are starting to control the 4 elements, fire, wind, water, earth. Since the civilization never thought a threat of these forces they weren&apos;t ready for when they came. The cities were destroyed, but the human race was saved by the alliance of the water and earth conjurors. Fire and wind on the other hand were sealed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the present time, the threat has returned. The bloodline was clouded and no one knows for sure who will receive the abilities to control these elements. Two were chosen from the blood pools who would control the water and earth. Their guardians were trained as little children to protect them. The one who controls the water&apos;s protector is his younger brother, Makoto, born in a half japanese, half american family. The other, earth&apos;s guardian is his younger sister, Tiffany, persian british family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it sounds so good. I&apos;m going to write a book.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2005 01:11:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drum roll please!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/G/GypsyZora/1051673675_CQuizpicciesSark.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;You&amp;#39;re quite remarkable, really.&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Sark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/GypsyZora/quizzes/Which%20Member%20of%20the%20Alias%20SpyGang%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Which Member of the Alias SpyGang are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, interesting. Anyway, from TJ&apos;s journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my jesus costume, prepare for the giggles.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 05:16:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fucking laugh</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/stfu.php&quot;&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/stfu.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgerphone.php&quot;&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgerphone.php&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2005 05:19:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Scrambled eggs and childrens bottoms</title>
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  <description>Well you see back in the day when I was born we simply just beat our children, but as time went on stupid humantarian fuckers came around and decided, &quot;Hey lets fuck up something that works and makes our children turn out okay and create a race of FUCKING MORONS.&quot; And that is exactly what happened. Anyone born after 1990 are retarded fuck shits whom get away with too much for their own good. You see, 1987 - 1989 were good years, children were disiplined properly. We got spanked, our mouths washed out with soap and I must say, we turned out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those born after 1989 turned out differently. They began to pass laws saying &quot;It was abuse to your child to hit them.&quot; BULLSHIT! If they get smacked, they sure as hell deserved it. Where do I get these crazy ideas from? I don&apos;t know, it might have happened that one day while I was looking at video games at Rogers Video (copyright) and I accidently bumped into a 10 year oldish kid. He turned to me and said &quot;You better watch where your fucking going asshole.&quot; I was appalled by this behavior and I turned to the kids parents and told them &quot;That type of language out of their child was completely unacceptable.&quot; They inreturn told me that if I knew how to raise children better that I should inlighten them. So I did just that. &quot;You should spank your children, you should wash out their mouth. That is how you raise them, that is how they turn out right. If you don&apos;t believe me, look at almost every child born in the year 1987, they are the nicest, kindest fucking people you will ever meet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far today, I&apos;m not wrong. Some people are dumbasses, but thats because they weren&apos;t beaten or punished for doing things. They got everything they wanted, which is wrong. Moral of the story, do to your children what you would do to your scrambled eggs, beat them.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 01:41:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Moves</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.limitlessky.com/whisper/&quot;&gt;http://www.limitlessky.com/whisper/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m there now, not here.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2005 07:39:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A rack with music, digital music</title>
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  <description>Yes, but the title of this journal entry I have indeed updated DMR. Ya, thats it for my journal entry, got a problem with that? Didn&apos;t think so.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2005 06:39:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>DDR and Online rape</title>
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  <description>Yes, it has come to this time where I actually own a copy of DDR for the XBOX, equipped with 2 dance pads. WOOT. Not only that, but with my Halo 2 XBOX Live account, I can play online and get my ass kicked (or raped, whatever you prefer to call it) and then go cry in a corner for many hours.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2005 05:02:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Resident Evil Code: V... and 4???</title>
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  <description>I was sitting in bed yesterday and was like &quot;I want to create my own resident evil character&quot;. So I lay there, thinking. Should it be a poor helpless person who gets caught in umbrella&apos;s mess.... NO! It should be something to do with RE4. The umbrella corporation is dead now, so all of their bioweapons were destroyed. Then that got me thinking, then I was like, &quot;If it was at a known lab, then the character would be destroyed.&quot; BUT Then I got thinking, Code: Veronica, Antartica lab, Alexia. Hmmmm... So I came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My name, is Alexis, I am Alexia&apos;s viral sister, both created from the same basic viral formula of the T-virus. But 25 years before I was just known as Alexia&apos;s half-sister Faye. Alexia&apos;s mother died giving birth to both her and her brother. Ten years later he remarried and I was born to the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time Alexia was more intelligent than many of the Umbrella scientists. She created and perfected her version of the virus which she referred to it as T-Veronica named after our great grandmother. But soon she found a new formula and a new way to &quot;enhance&quot; the effects of the T-Veronica, so she began to work on a new version, something stronger. She used the basic T-Veronica as the template and soon after created the G-Alexis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Alexia was not known for her tests on herself, she took unsuspecting people and used them for her own gain. I was her first target. Since father had died many years back, I was given the most attention for I was only 6 months of age. Alexia and Alfred took me from my sleep on night and put me into one of the human sized tubes. They drugged me and fed tubes through my body for nutrients and many other essential components. I was to be made a freak for Alexia&apos;s gain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon after Umbrella was starting to gain wind of what was happening. To stop this Alfred and her took their research far away, where no one would look. Antartica. They moved my tube with them, but Alexia began to grow scared of what might come if they took it away from her. So she quickly prepped the T-Veronica and she emersed herself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 years later, Alexia of the age of 35 and I of 25 had finally reached maturity. But Alexia knew of my growth and the mistake she had made. The G-Alexis was perfect and more potent than her weak T-Veronica. So before I had learned very well my powers, Alexia had trapped me with hers, keeping me from shutting off my equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she emerged from her tube to start her new world, a new beginning and I was to be left to rot. Suddenly, I felt someone, something warm, something to take away my fears. His name was Chris Redfield. He stumbled upon my chamber only 2 hours after the new awakening of Alexia. He was going to kill me, stop me, thinking I was Alexia. Chris raised his gun, aiming. I was unable to do anything, but something wonderful had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexia was upstairs, addressing a man by the name of Wesker. He wanted the T-Veronica from her and was willing to use force. Alexia immediately thought of killing him, but what she hadn&apos;t expected was him to be a machine. For that split second of fighting she had lost her connection with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke instantly in front of Chris. I looked at him with frightened eyes, tears came up. Since I was taken as a baby I never learned to talk or walk or even see much for that matter, but for some reason he knew that I was not whom I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He released me, helping me from my coffin into a new life. Chris began to talk to me, ask me questions and for some reason I knew what he was saying, I was learning what everything meant ten thousand times faster than normal humans. I replied with a simple answer, &apos;My name is Alexis.&apos; That was all I knew, I never once learned my real name until almost 6 years after the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just the beginning of whom I now am. The world might not be ready for me, but it better become quickly.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I thought that all up! For now...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2005 04:43:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Downloading... The internet ?!</title>
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  <description>Well I&apos;m dieing from some sort of stomach disease which disables my ability to do any basic motor functions besides taking a crap. Yes, not a lovely image, but the truth none the less. Anyway, my brother just showed me this and its pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://home.comcast.net/~hawk2003/downloadwww.gif&quot;&gt;http://home.comcast.net/~hawk2003/downloadwww.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 08:29:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HCl plus H20 does not give you H+ and Cl-!</title>
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  <description>Man I have a huge chemistry test tomorrow and I can&apos;t even figure out an entire section, I&apos;m going to fail. Oh well, 98.9% a good enough buffer? I didn&apos;t think so! I know, lets sing the failure song (copyright of moi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Failure, you failed&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ll never amount to anything&lt;br /&gt;Your dumber than a human being.&lt;br /&gt;You failed, you failure.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn&apos;t study&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with a buddy?&lt;br /&gt;No, thats because your a,&lt;br /&gt;Failure, you failed.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just repeat that over and over again until you decide to cry. Good fucking night.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2005 23:58:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A flower equipped with a chainsaw</title>
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  <description>Man I just failed my calculus test. It should have been named the calculus test of natural selection, that way, the whole world, except for the really really really really smart people would be dead. Then nothing would happen. It would be boring, smart people would birth smart people, and so on until one REALLY smart person decided to destroy the human race. Then, there would be one, lonely person, but the world would no longer explode on itself, FCK geography, 65% my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to lazertag tonight and I heard they had made renovations on the place. FUN!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2005 01:55:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hmm, where has my clock gone?</title>
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  <description>Well I haven&apos;t been or even looked at livejournal in a good 3 months. But I feel like I have been neglecting it so I thought I would give it some love again. In a nice, animal/pet kind of love. You know, the type where you smile, say its name and then go on your way. Maybe even play a little ball with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today at work I was really tired. Why? Because I get up at 4:30 am every Saturday and Sunday to go to work. But it was good because I went to Tim Hortons that morning before work with Lisa (the other person to go to work with me that early). MMMM! Bagel of Goodness. I had like a +5 increase to happiness. Like a Neo pet or something like that. So I was in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, blah, until about 8ish, a little after 8 I guess. A homestyle was ordered (Egg, hashbrowns, and meat), but I kept breaking the fucking eggs! So I calmly put another on the grill, and it broke, so I tried again, broke, tried again, broke, yelled at the grill, fingered it and ran away like I had seen a grill sized spider (but it was just a squirrel from my nasal factory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was horrible, people were trying to joke with me, I got pissed. Ya fun, but at the end I got booster juice, so it all turned out wonderful. But alas, I am tired, very very tired, past the tiredness of giggling to the tiredness of I WILL KILL YOU ALL, but in a good way.</description>
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  <lj:music>DDR - Only You</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">DDR - Only You</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2004 22:39:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OMG</title>
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  <description>OMFG Naruto manga so good. If you are reading it and are at chapter 236, then come post in the comments of this post... If you don&apos;t want to know, SPOILER WARNING!</description>
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  <lj:music>Naruto New Opening - Seishun Kyosokyoku</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Naruto New Opening - Seishun Kyosokyoku</media:title>
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