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  <title>Utter Chaos</title>
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  <updated>2008-09-17T18:55:04Z</updated>
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    <title>Wits end</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T18:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T18:55:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have reached the end of my rope if I owned any of the stuff. My current mammoth of a pc (Kat can attest) is reaching the end of it's long, fruitful life. I managed to pull together a budget for a new computer and I'm facing a problem I've never had to deal with before. I have no one to build or help me build a computer. I keep getting told it's not hard, and I've installed ram before (I was so proud of me!) but I am no longer savvy as to what is fair, good, great, best, etc. when it comes to parts, and I have never been able to tell what is compatible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this to be a decent gaming rig, and I do quite a bit with photoshop as well. Mostly though, I game. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Does anyone have any suggestions? A motherboard to recommend? Local pc shops they know are fair? I have a decent budget of 800-900 dollars and only need the tower. I'd prefer not to use the old pc for parts because, well, she's past her prime but a working backup would be nice. Also, please don't direct me to dell. Please please please. Kthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm off to newegg to continue looking at stuff I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Dee</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miyaluca:15747</id>
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    <title>Birthday!</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T17:49:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T17:49:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alice Cooper on VH1 x_x</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Welp, now I'm 23 like the other whatsits. OLD! Ho snap. Thanks to everyone for their birthday wishes! ^^ Not&amp;nbsp;much planned for today, gotta go out and buy something at michaels, and that's about it for this afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will however, be going out to eat, and you're all invited, along with your other half, if you'd like to join me. I'm not sure where we're eatting yet, the current idea is Macaroni Grill, Chilis, La Napalara (spelling?), or a better suggestion from the crowd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: See Above&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6 or 7; but feel free to come to the apartment earlier if you'd like to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards: Just hang out at the apartment. I think I'll bake a cake or muffins (or both!) we can devour,&amp;nbsp;but no singing. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'll require your souls as a birthday gift. Souls are shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dee</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miyaluca:14730</id>
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    <title>Tooth</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T16:02:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T16:02:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am now home from the dentist office. I'm in pain. Lots of pain. I hope the pain killer kicks in soon. Ugh the whole event was tramatizing, especially for me. I'm a huge baby when it comes to medical type things. Needles and cutting tooths.....:shuddershudder: Mom paid extra for laughing gas, but even with that I could feel myself panicing. It was like my mind was panicing, but my body wasn't. It didn't hurt and the needle was only a small pinch, but hearing them cut and tug and chip away at my tooth was scary. I could hear them snipping at it... D: Apparently my tooth was in as bad of shape as I suspected, because they had to stop several times to sucken out chunks. Basically it just started crumbling. Kat will be estatic to know that it came out in chunks, none big enough to glue to a stick. :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking ensure and I have lots of pudding. So, as long as I don't throw up (I've dry heaved several times changing the gauze...) and the painkillers kicks in (WHY WON'T YOU KICK IN!?) I'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go brush your teeth right now. Do it!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miyaluca:13238</id>
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    <title>Weird dream</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T19:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T19:04:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Weird dream like whoa. Lets see what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all at Hali/Cavin's apartment, but in the dream it was Hali/Cavin/Jons. We were playing some boardgame that involved bells, like the annoying ones Santa's ring during Christmas. Anyway, there was some girl there as well that my brain made up, and she was leading the game. We kept picking bells to ring but nothing was happening. I remember being unnaturally annoyed by the ringing that I actually kept sntaching people's bells away from them when they would ring them. By the end of the game we realized the made up girl hadn't passed out cards, which were apparently extremely important. I believe at this point I said something nasty to her. Man, I was mean. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I remember is being out with Jon, Loon, and Hali on this big boat like my Father lived on. The water was amazingly clear, and I kept looking in it, but you guys were unimpressed. At one point I saw a big silver truck in the water (wtf?) and was like, omg look! You guys were STILL unimpressed and told me someone had decided to pull out a woman's truck, like this was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hali will love this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're hanging out, and Loon informs everyone she's moving back home until grad school and I was sad. Then the water got kinda rough and Jon turned the wheel sharply, and Hali fell overboard! Le gasp! I remember it happening in slow motion and I tried to grab her, but couldn't. I was like, the only one panicking. I was yelling at Jon to stop turning the boat, because I didn't want him to run over Hali, and I was yelling at Loon to throw over a lifejacket. Both kinda stared at me like I was making too big a deal out of it. I tossed over one of those circle life jacket thingys to Hali, who by this time was out of danger of being run over at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boat started sinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up. Man, I didn't even eat anything weird yesterday.</content>
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    <title>Zomg?</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T04:23:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T04:23:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Zero Puncutation - Sim Civilization</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well I've had an interesting few days. Physical therapy has been a mixture of love/hate. Sometimes it feels good, sometimes it doesn't, and the after effect of soreness varies. I haven't missed a single appointment, which is nothing special, but I'm proud of it darnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the more intriguing thing that's happened is Hali and Cavin have offered their second bedroom to me and invited me to roommate with them. Whether it was pity or the desire to have a pet Dee, the results are still the same. This is the perfect chance for me to get on my feet in Gainesville. I've already started to get everything together to go to Santa Fe to finish out the semester I need for my AA (omg she still hasn't gotten that damn thing?) and should be starting classes in May. I could have possibly gotten into the April classes, but it would have been a time crunch and I need such specific classes to get my degree, I decided to just wait and start fresh, instead of rushing about in a tizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really done this, so it's exciting and scary for me to say the least. I mean, I moved out with Mike to another state, but I kinda was handed off. He still paid the rent and I had no say so in anything major. Hali and Cavin will be in Gainesville until at least August, at which point they will be making omg amazing decisions, and, if needed, by then I'll be settled enough, and have enough loan money in savings, to get a place of my own. (Also, by then they may be tired of the pet Dee ransacking the house and causing chaos and will be eager to set me free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the news to my parents today, since I've set the college wheels in motion, there's really no "ifs" and "maybes". Unless something drastic happens, and I'm not sure what it'd be, I'm outta here. My parents took the news fairly well, and immediately started asking what I need to pack, what needs to be taken out of storage, etc., despite the fact that I'm not moving down until the end of March, mid-April. So all in all, I'm happy they were supportive and not angry or clingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only melancholy thing is that I'm finally moving down, and everyone will be leaving soon. I mean, the point of all this is to get a good education, not just be with friends, but the friends are, of course, a major plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lots of stuff to do still, so everyone wish me luck. (Also if you have any advice.)</content>
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    <title>My hips!</title>
    <published>2008-02-10T03:46:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-10T03:46:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>J-Drama - SomeJapaneseName(Sub inserted here)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, which one of you fuckers snuck into my room last night and savagely beat me with a baseball bat? NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to physical therapy for FOUR HOURS yesterday. They didn't have me do any exercises at all, which I was vaguely disappointed about, because I'd like to pick up some pointers. Anyhoo I had my back wrung out with roller things, electric therapy, sonar therapy (for scar tissue), massage, and they cracked my neck and back. That was unpleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt pretty good up until he decided to rearrange my spine slightly to the right. Nothing is more fun that a huge guy pushing down on you and in a cheerful voice saying "wiggle your right foot for me." "wigg-CRACKPOPHISSBOOM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left feeling fine. That was yesterday. Today I am more sore than if I'd worked out. And what kills me, is it isn't anywhere near the places they worked on. My hips hurt like a mo fo, and my legs are wobbly. Since they did all this stuff to my neck and back... shouldn't they hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, two more weeks of this, then my reevaluation.</content>
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    <title>This is going to be a weird post; Beware</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T08:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T08:20:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Devil Went Down to Georgia</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Have you ever felt like you were your own worst enemy? (Yeah, it's a song, but wasn't it a saying before that?) Lately I've had to make a lot of big decisions, at least to me, and it's really been stressing me out. I'm trying to be more responsible, but things seem to easily scare me, and I just want to curl into bed under a blanket. Two examples for you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I was in a car accident and hurt. Not horrifically, but enough that it bothers my daily life. Not being able to afford the treatment doctors prescribed, I did nothing. That's right, 5 months since the accident and I did nada. The pain is worse and nothing really changed. For whatever reason, I was terrified of going to a lawyer even though the situation was ideal. I was afraid something would go wrong and I'd owe money, despite their contracts basically assuring the clients that doesn't happen. Or I was afraid my injuries weren't severe enough and I'd look like I was just after money. The long short, I held myself back. I finally forced myself to contact an attorney, despite my fear, and now I'm getting treatment without paying a dime. So it worked out, but why didn't I do this months sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Something I haven't forced myself to do yet is my job situation. I'm barely getting 20 hours a week and I can barely pay my bills. With credit cards, student loans, and so forth, I feel like I'm barely making ends meet. Granted, I'm still spending money on things I don't need; but I'm not crazy about it. (In truth I spend more money visiting friends, Gainesville and otherwise, than I do alone.) So the solution is to find a new job, obviously. But I like my job. I know what I'm doing; it's very easy. It scares me to leave my comfort zone. Logically, I need to just do it, emotionally I can't bring myself to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I posted, just to get stuff off my chest I suppose. I promise this is not a emo post, I am not crawling in my skin with wounds that won't heal, promise. (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could sum this odd post in one sentiment. Life is trying to make me an adult and I don't like it, not one bit. Mostly, because I don't understand this whole adult thing. Is there a prize at the end of adulthood? A secret society? You can tell me, I can keep a secret.</content>
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    <title>UGH</title>
    <published>2008-02-05T19:27:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-05T19:27:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, remember at the ren faire when I tried to buy something and the machine wasn't running? well it was apparently, so I was charged 50 dollars twice, plus overdraft fees. I called the bank and they basically said you need to talk to the people that charged you, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck do I do? It was a Ren faire, I have no number to call them, and when I paid in cash, they didn't even give me a reciept! Any ideas?</content>
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    <title>Internet woes create J-drama demon</title>
    <published>2008-01-29T09:13:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T09:13:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>J-Drama - One Piece Gospel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So my modem is busted and had to send it back. Currently, I am on stolen interwebs which I suppose is working well enough. Almost hate to keep paying 40 bucks to my slow, unreliable internet. ... Wonder if the contract is up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, because of that, I was on my laptop most of the day, stolen internet of course, relaxing in bed. (WoW seems to be offlimits when the internet is stolen) Deciding that my laptop had nothing better to do, I went to torrent something. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy hell, 100-200kb/sec? Are you shitting me? My Pc, with its paid for internet, won't even get 1kb/sec. WTF? Seriously? Is the paid for internet THAT bad, or is my pc, really and truly, on her last legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this newfound internet speed from the gods, I started downloading like mad. Thanks to Cera, I know am enjoying, and getting sucked into, j-dramas. I'm through 9 of 12 episodes of Crying out Loud from the Center of the Earth (or something like that) which has made me weep like a baby (Thanks cera. v_v), 2 episodes of One Piece Gospel, which Cera hates, but it amuses me, 1 episode of The Flower Shop with No Roses, which is very very good, and a DRAMA filled Thailand drama which I don't think I'll be continuing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, feeling my tv/moniter watching wasn't enough, I scrapped up 6 bucks in change and went to see Cloverfield. I really, really liked it, but I can understand why it's not everyone's cup of tea. Around the end of it, the moving camera work was making me really sick. I left the theater feeling like I was going to lose my Ramen. If I hadn't loved the movie, it would have really pissed me off. So I sympathise with anyone unforunate enough to sit through it and not enjoy it in any form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not much else. Still not getting many hours, so I might have to look for a temporary part time job again. 2 of my 5 credit cards are paid off, and with my tax refund and that happy check from the government for the economy, I'm hoping to pay off the other 3. If I can manage to pay them off with paychecks and the tax refund, then that other check is going to a PS3. ^_^ Here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else has a better day on Tuesday. Go team whatsits? &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;</content>
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    <title>Video Games...</title>
    <published>2008-01-21T20:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-21T20:06:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sailor Moon - Moonlight Destiny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Holy crap. Okay, I loved Bioshock. Very good, great story, creeped me out, yada yada. But then I started playing Mass Effect. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to eat yesterday. I'm only sleeping about 4 hours a night because I stay up until 9am playing it. It's not good. And I want to say, man, this game isn't -that- great, but I seem to be currently addicted to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me (sort of...) I'm nearing the end of it, I think, and soon I can put it aside and play something else for awhile. Playing Mass Effect has made me want to play Kotor again, so I think I'm going to try and hunt down an old xbox copy. It's about 10 bucks, but the trick is finding it. Jay thinks they'll have lots of copies; I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Galaxy is still fun. When I'm tired of shooting things (since every xbox game seems to be some form of fps...) I like to play it to just goof around. Also, Mario turning into a bee? Fun +1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I should have put on makeup or something instead of typing on LJ about video games. Maybe this is why I don't have a boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, a boyfriend would only take time away from gaming. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>I know this is late</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T19:09:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T19:09:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Old news to everyone but me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT BIOSHOCK IS FREAKING CREEPY AS SIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tired of Oblivion so I decided, at 2am in my pitch black room, to try bioshock, thinking it was just a FPS. Ha! I managed to ignore or forget the creepy ass environment and storyline! I had to turn it off at 3am because I was freaking myself out! Come on, a splicer mom singing to a gun in a carriage? Oh thats not creepy enough, first you see her shadow and hear the song. And I'm all, oh look, it's somebody... I wander over and she turn around and starts shooting me with half of her face falling off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the little preview of the big daddies. Oh mai gawd. I'm going to have to fight them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But it's totally awesome!)</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T04:19:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T04:19:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.aionglobal.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.aionglobal.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game kinda looks awesome. ;_;</content>
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    <title>Christmas!</title>
    <published>2007-12-25T02:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-25T08:43:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Electric 6 - Some new song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Merry Christmas everyone! I'm currently sitting in the living room hanging out with the parents and drinking coffee. We did our christmas thing early since we're going to my aunt and uncles house tomorrow. It was fun! My parents were both shocked that I got them Maui Jim sunglasses, which are some of the most expensive sunglasses we make. I bought my mom's a few months ago during a employee 50% off sale, and Mark's a week or so ago. So I'm glad I got the surprise on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked myself when after all the opening of gifts was done, and I was pawing through my loot, Mark walked in with another 2 presents, one for me, and one for mom. Mom got a Coach purse and I got an x box 360! My gamer self can glee in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a very fruitful christmas, and not just because of gifts. This is my first year back home from Maryland for the holidays without just visiting. Last Christmas was very bittersweet because I missed home/family so much, that when I was home, I couldn't sleep. I literally didn't sleep for 3 days straight.  I was just too filled with upcoming sadness at my departure. So it's nice to have a holiday without that underlying sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My haul this year included: Xbox 360 with two games, 500gig external hd, lots and lots of Baremineral Makeup (glee!), some movies, the first season of Psych (has anyone else every seen it?), and wireless headphones! Mark got sunglasses, gps system, a clock for the pool room, some chalk, and some Bose speakers. Mom got her ring, a coach purse, sunglasses, Channel perfume, bareminerals makeup (I talked her into it), and a digital camera printer thingy. My mom got a lot of designer stuff o_O which is funny because she's constantly telling me designer stuff is silly. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought, I love ripping off wrapping paper. That is so much fun. Be destructive! You're supposed to! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slightly dreading the family visit tomorrow. Mark and Uncle Butch have been kinda pissy with each other lately, and have been snippy. Hopefully Mom and I can keep everything under control. Also, I really hope Uncle Butch doesn't have the dvd I bought him as a last minute gift. Eeeeeesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks for keeping me company at Circuit City Hali! I always have fun hanging out with you :D Mmm Sweet Tomatoes... You should come into town more often. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... Not much I suppose. A couple people called and wished me a Merry Christmas, but as I've been out and about and with family, I haven't been able to wish them back. I might try and call people tomorrow, but I'm afraid of bothering people while they're with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, MERRY CHRISTMAS ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat too much tomorrow. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Death to all People!</title>
    <published>2007-12-23T03:57:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-23T03:57:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Carly Simon - You're so Vain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Death to shoppers! Death to people! Generally, there must be death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of people that I want to scream profanities for no reason. I can't even tell you why they fill me with so much rage and hatred. No one has been outstandingly rude, but all just cold and indifferent enough to annoy me. Also, the number of stupid questions I get asked a day has tripled due to high traffic in my store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule one, when an employee greets you with, "Hi, how're you?" the correct answer is NOT "I'm just looking." I didn't ask you if you were looking, I was asking as to your current mood and or status. "Fine, I'm just looking." Is acceptable. I am not a used car salesman, don't treat me like one. And hell, I'm a nice person! Most of the time I'm bored and generally just want to chat with you! You are not money signs to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 3 days until christmas, don't expect a stellar selection. "Well they were here LAST week..." Well then fucking buy them when you first see them! Shockingly enough, we sell sunglasses, ALL the sunglasses, and just because you happened to like one, it does not run away from potential buyers screaming "Oh god, don't touch me, I'm taken!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not expect us to order you shit! If the sunglasses you want are at the Avenues, fucking DRIVE THERE. It's a half hour drive! You expect them to pack it up and mail it to our mall, overnight, costing us lots of time and money, to save you thirty minutes? Hi, you're not the king of england, and even if you were, I'd tell you to take your royal british ass down 95 and go to the avenues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might also be cranky because I've managed to bruise myself crocheting. How the hell did I manage that? Also, this scarf is a fucking CAPE and it's so lumpy. I look at it and wonder if I can strangle myself with it. It's certainly big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more days of this godforsaken season. Thank the gods. Now if only Santa would leave me a nice boyfriend under the tree, I'd be set. :D</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Crafting!</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T22:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T22:35:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Electric 6 - Randy's Hot Tonight</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Someone at work is currently trying to teach me to crochet, and I have to admit, I find it very relaxing. I think that's why I like drawing and cross stitching so much; creating thing with my hands soothes me. If I need to space out, I like to watch a movie while doing one of the formentioned things. I just wish I had a closer teacher; I vaguely have a grasp on what I'm doing, and I've never been good with learning out of books. I'm a very hands on learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, if I can figure this out, my secert santa will also be getting a scarf, among her other gifts. The scarf may or may not be punishment. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the war of craft(ing)!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Dee is not, in fact, dead</title>
    <published>2007-12-19T02:27:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-19T02:27:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All-American Rejects - Move Along</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Howdy. (Did I just say howdy?) I know I haven't posted much, someone slap me on the wrist and be done with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, can anyone believe how fast Christmas snuck up on us?! Jebus! I'm glad I finished my Christmas shopping early; even my secert santa! Haha! That's the good news, the bad news is I work at a mall and get to deal with people who haven't gotten their shopping done in time. Yes, it's that time of year where my ten minute drive to work becomes 45 minutes, and my parking spot near the door disappears and I have to park on the grass. My pleasant customers become infected with satan's spirt and attempt to kill any of my holiday cheer with their rude and insane demands. (And if I hear "Your cheapest glasses are EIGHTY DOLLARS?!?!111oneoneone!!" one more time, I may kill them with a tiny screwdriver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though to be fair, I've had a few awesome costumers that I wanted to bake cookies for. An older woman needed help picking out some shades, and since I get paid for that sort of thing, I helped her out. I, since I'm bored, asked her what she needed them for, christmas gift whatever. She told me she was going north to a concert, for Rufus Wainwright. Thanks to Kristen, I'm totally a fan of his. So I told her of my envy and she was shocked I knew who he was. We chatted and she told me I should pick up his new cd, and I promised I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later this woman comes back and hands me the cd and told me merry christmas. How freaking sweet is that!? I hugged her and squealed and smuggly showed my manager. A good time was had by all. (And the cd/music is really pretty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... I changed my hair again. Now it's back to a more natural brown with chunky blonde streaks. Everyone tells me I look better brown than red, so I'll take their opinion, long as it's honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone figured out what we're doing? Wasn't Loon hoping to do a tea-ish party soon? (Omg I have tea!) And Kat, have you decided what you wanna do for your birthday? What happened to the Karoke Room idea? @_@ Oi Vey. Give me a time frame so I can start bribing Drayton for time off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any whatsits read this, can you e-mail or reply to this with your addresses? I got a stupid address book and it's EMPTY. (Denyala@Gmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done rambling. See you guys soon I hope. ^^/</content>
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    <title>NEW LAPTOP EEEEE</title>
    <published>2007-11-23T20:06:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-23T20:06:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blaqk Audio - Semiotic Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, Black Friday was a horrible yet wonderful experience. I want, no, NEED a new laptop or pc. Both of mine are trying to commit suicide daily. So I scrapped together a paycheck and a half (ignoring some bills...) and decided to try my luck at Black Friday. At 5pm on Thanksgiving I headed to best buy to check out the line. It was already around the side of the store. I was crushed. 5pm the day before and the lines were that bad? Mom convinced me to stalk out circuit city, and low and behold, only 3 people in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I camped out from 5:15-5:00 for a shiny new laptop. It was actually kinda fun. Everyone was talkative and actually protective of each other. The nice people sitting in front of my helped me find what I neededwhen we got into the store. The people in the back of the line were not so kind... But hey, I waited 12 hours for a laptop, sucks to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, got a Toshiba 1GB memory, 120GB harddrive, athlonx2 etc etc. It's... it's so beautiful. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a 500GB external harddrive for 80 bucks. Woohoo! My mom (Who camped out from 11:30-5 with me) got a little 1gb mp3 player for 20 bucks and a 500 dollar navigation system for like 200. We wanted to roam the dvds, but after all that, we had kinda spent all our money. Plus, the people were getting more frantic.... plus I'd had no sleep, I've had a horrible cold, and I had work at 8:45. We went home and collapsed. (Hugging my laptop tightly to my chest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my new manager let me go home early and gave me tomorrow off! So Tampa, here I come! Woo hoo!</content>
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    <title>ugh</title>
    <published>2007-11-09T23:38:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-09T23:38:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pierrot - Human Gate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">* I'm so tired. I'm so thankful I have tomorrow off; my first day off in about 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;* I am such a sucker for soap opera mangas. And that embarasses me.&lt;br /&gt;* I am currently starving.&lt;br /&gt;* My Boss was fired from work today. I am filled with dread for myself, and pity for him. (And a little bit of a relief. He was an awful manager.)&lt;br /&gt;* Why is it so freaking dark? I feel like a bird. It's been dark too long. Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;* The more bullets I put, the more important I am.</content>
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    <title>Because Hali Did It</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T17:04:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T17:04:51Z</updated>
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    <title>WTF</title>
    <published>2007-10-22T04:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T04:48:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Le Disko - Shiny Toy Guns</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Let's totally make a show about a guy who can see microbes! AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GuqqeYyrxAQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=GuqqeYyrxAQ&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Whoa, old link</title>
    <published>2007-10-12T20:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-12T20:10:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A is for Action - Ima Robot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I believe Hali sent me this page like 3 years and I was cleaning out my bookmarks and found it. It's still hilarious so I thought I should share before I delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/games/manifesto.html"&gt;http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/games/manifesto.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with EVERYTHING in this article.</content>
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    <title>Anyone up for some halloween fun?</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T02:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T02:58:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Searchlights- Falling Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I was talking to a friend and he mentioned Halloween horror nights at universal and I realized I've never gone to it, even though I've always wanted to. So, now that I have a job and car and can drink and such, I though, why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering if there were any takers. I'd be driving, so no worries there. The tickets are about 30 bucks, and I'd like to split a hotel if we went, so we wouldn't have to worry about driving home so late/early. If three or four people went, the hotel would be really cheap. I'd like to go around the 20th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers? Thoughts? Don't be shy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Huh.</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T22:06:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T22:06:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Skillet - Whispers in the Dark</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Went to the doctor a day or so ago and...yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally I feel okay. My lower back ache sometimes, as well as my neck, but nothing horrific, just a little stiff, little achey. But I decide since insurance is footing the bill, might as well double check. A few X-rays later, and the doctor tells me that my back looks good, despite the pain, but my neck is in, and I quote, "a horrific state." "You neck is completely torn up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh. Whoops. I think I responded to most of his comments with "Really?" ... -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on steroids, codine (sp?) and some muscle relaxer for a week, then returning and if it's BETTER I'll start physical therapy. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sigh. Also, 256 miles on my car! Wee! Still on the same tank of gas I started with. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>So...</title>
    <published>2007-09-11T06:00:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-11T06:00:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lemme borrow that top</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm leaving work, windows down, techno playing, happy to be off work. Thinking of grabbing a taco, maybe watching a movie... The light turns green, groovy! Start going and look to my left to make sure I'm following the lines and hey, it's a truck. That's weird, why's there a truck so close? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, he's about to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after having a horrifying experience of seeing a truck plow into me like a foot from where I'm seated, and feeling the whole car lurch to the right, causing everything in the car, including my eyeglasses to fly into the passenger seat; I sat there for a minute in shock then drove my poor wounded car into the parking lot and sat there looking at my dashboard, which was now crumpled next to the steering wheel and thought, wow, that...was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some witnessed stopped and asked if I was okay, and I was like, oh yeah, I'm okay. Then I tried to open the driver door. Oh hey, look at all that glass. It won't budge. Huh. So I crawl out of the passenger side and walk around to see my poor car. I believe my thoughts were along the lines of OMGBBQWTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there have been worse car accidents in the grand scheme of things, but you know, I wasn't involved in those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I find out from police and the witnesses that this guy was driving 45 and ran the red light and used my car to stop. He was driving his 8 month pregnant wife to god knows where. WTF?! So they went to the hospital, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went too, just to find out I am having muscle spasms and nothing worse. Nothing like Loon, whew. Now I am home and I want a taco still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get to one.</content>
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    <title>A link, for you</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T08:49:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T08:49:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-kiss-someone-passionately"&gt;http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-kiss-someone-passionately&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was hilarious. At least to me</content>
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