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  <updated>2006-06-10T04:01:58Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:35006</id>
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    <title>BLOODY!</title>
    <published>2006-06-10T04:01:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-10T04:01:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo christo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i totally watched the omen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... in regard to my dear nana's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS UP WITH THOSE GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cavemen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was SUCH a inuyasha expression. i make myself happy with it. FEH &amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: no she isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera:  You are such a liar Crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: FOR SHAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... nobody asked you three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: Well, considering it refered to us - theoretically, we have the right to deny your claims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: In other words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: You r full of bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: fine. but.... i WISH i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.A.E.: SO DO IT ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries* ITS NOT THAT EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: Pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: A BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.A.E.: SOOoooooooooooo difficult *rolls eyes in unison*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame the monekys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~H.S.C.~*~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:34654</id>
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    <title>....</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T03:12:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T03:12:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:34337</id>
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    <title>*waves happy finger*</title>
    <published>2006-05-26T19:25:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-26T19:25:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Graduation is today. wow. so wierd to think that. totally not looking forward to it though cuz i have to sing &amp;gt;___&amp;lt; uck. o well, the rest of senior week was totally awesome! &amp;lt;3 Schilterbahn was so freakin AWESOME! The main water park wasnt open, but it was still freakin COOL! Becca didnt go, not that i'm bitter, but she should have cuz it was really fun. i went on a whole bunch of rides with wrob and basically lived in the wave pool. Almost the whole class made a huge ameoba in the wave pool by connecting everyone in innertubes - we totally were a floating island and started a trend there! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got to talk to ppl i've never talked to b-4! LOL &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt; fun stuff! and now i get to go c x-men with krys and vaibov sun! SUGOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~Hachiko~*~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:34263</id>
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    <title>TOP MODEL!</title>
    <published>2006-05-18T03:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-18T03:28:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE WON!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved joanie's pics more, but as long as it wasnt jade i could care LESS! WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so there is much rejoicing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just got to the pirates of the caribean world in kh! IT IS SO COOL! Jack is so awesome, Orlando looks pretty darn good in graphics. The only one i dont like is ELizabeth. not so great. but barbosa is freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~H.S.C.~*~</content>
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    <title>I love frosted mini wheats and red wine!</title>
    <published>2006-05-16T03:16:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-16T03:16:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sounds of the printer reverberating against my eardrums</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. 2maro is our last full day, even if it does include bloody exams. ick. uck. nasty. and incredibly uncool. ah well, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very upset. i have been doing art all day and havent gotten to play kingdom hearts at all. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! SO NOT COOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*withers away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wishes she really would so she could lose weight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ H. S. C. ~*~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:33791</id>
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    <title>the ants go marching...</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T03:07:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T03:07:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love kingdom hearts 2! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 AND I LOVE ROXAS EVEN IF HE IS A NOBODY! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~Hachiko~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Gizzle-zan-Arbrock! what does this mean? (that we fear and love God... ACK bloody confirmation....)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:33440</id>
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    <title>back to the beginning</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T02:17:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T02:17:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">u noe how i read tons of stories? Well Nana reminds me so much of my own life in a really freaky way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be Nana Komatsu. Although, thankfully without her guy obsession habit, or at least her falling for older guys. She reminds me of myself though. She is short, stubborn, selfish, childish, cutesty and generally spolied. You see? me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Nana Osaka or Stephy-chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just disocovered Jun! I am so excited - and she has no idea! LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyosuke is yet to be discovered. Although i will be utterly amused to find out who he is. I would laugh histerically if it was Nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji has already been named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, so has Tanaka-san (Nana O.: GROSS HACHI!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren has already been named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachiko exists. Funny how she has nothing to do with Shoji though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet. though Nana has Ren, Hachi is still in need of a good guy friend that isnt married or cheating on her. *sighs* plz o plz let that long-haired guy not destroy Nana entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make no sense. but who cares. This story is scarily close to my life - right Nana-chan?</content>
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    <title>.............</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T04:21:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T04:21:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate the world. at the point right now. mabye because its late or maybe because i'm just not .... its just... not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: What she is saying is that "She hates herself for loving -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: O dont even make us sing the muse song from Hercules. Cuz we will. And you know i can sing gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP I AM NOT I DO NOT AND THIS IS STUPID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: tsk tsk tsk. then y are we even having this coversation? silly author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u c. we arent. technically we arent having a conversation. It's just me by myself minding my own -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.A.E: PSSSSSSSHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Gurl u cant get rid of us now! We are here to stay until you finally put us down on paper. So yes. this is you punishment until. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: it isnt that bad. at least we try to help u out and console you for being a pathetic loser- -- oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia and Aleera: ELIZABETH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: ahem... i mean... a complete faliure in that area --- a um, no wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia and Aleera: ELIZABETH SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE U ALL if you cant solve my problems then just leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.A.E.: At least we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... i still hate the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.A.E.: *sighs*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:32946</id>
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    <title>RAWR &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T02:35:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T02:35:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">welllllllllll i'm still screwed about my research paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am plagued by thoughts of S.A.E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNDdddddddddd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE U ALL! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles and does the octopus dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la DIiiiiiiiiiiii la la la la DOoooooooooooo &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Little Miss Muffet</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T03:39:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T03:39:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Soooo.... the guy that i slept with got in a bar fight.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. Today was alright i suppose... tests tests tests and spending tons of money. o well. what can one do??? and then i'm totally freaking out becuase my research paper is due fri. but what am i doing? I'm writing a journal instead of working on it! why? because i am the stupidest person on this earth. that is y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i have to write a short story for journalism 2maro... so.. i thought i'd just try to write it in here for no aparent reason other than i make no bloody sense.&lt;br /&gt; okie?&lt;br /&gt;OKIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. ahmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Short Story: The Tea Party~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet, &lt;br /&gt;Eating her curds and whey; &lt;br /&gt;Along came a spider, &lt;br /&gt;Who sat down beside her &lt;br /&gt;And frightened Miss Muffet away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The time was a little past 12:00 and all the girls had shown up for Miss Elizabeth's annual tea party and storytime. Perhaps this sounds a bit childish for young women to go about hearing stories at such a distinguished party, but Miss Elizabeth was a marvelous storyteller and always left her listeners thinking about her stories. Miss Elizabeth herself was a woman of high class whose family lineage was long and ancient - her elegant mansion that she had inhereted from her grandfather attested to that, but she always seemed to surprised people with her down to earth manner and cheerful spirits. &lt;br /&gt;  All of the tables in the garden had been filled to capacity and everyone awaited the arrival of the young mistress with bated breath and nervous anticipation.The garden itself was a gleaming mass of white cloth drapped over various round tables and white sparking china that meshed beautifully with the vibrant colors of the grass and the surronding pink and yellow roses. Young women from all over the city were engaging in polite conversations, fanning themselves with their ornate fans from the slight heat and glancing up every now and then to see what time it was from the massive marble clock that stood at the very center of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;  A little girl wearing a light pink dress with a matching bonnet scurried noisly down the elegant marble steps that spilled out into the garden, followed closely by a young woman wearing a men's black pants and coat. The little girl was about 13 years of age and had light cystal green eyes. She was also Miss Elizabeth's young cousin, Aleera Cerissy. The other was the rebelious best friend of Miss ELizabeth, Miss Sophia, who with her flaming red hair and refusal to wear skirts had sent the town in an uproar proceeded to yank Aleera's bonnet straight before turning to all the women in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;  "Miss Elizabeth apologises for her lateness and wishes the blame to rest on no one other than herself. Although I myself will tell you that the reason is because of a certain little girl that decided to get lost in the library." She pushed Aleera forward, who blushed furiously, and proceeded to steer her towards their saved seats which were on the right and left of Miss Elizabeth's. As soon as they sat down, the door to the back door opened and Miss Elizabeth herself strode out. She looked just a stunning as always, and many of the girls sighed in envy at her waist long blond curls and her delicate features. &lt;br /&gt;  Miss Elizabeth smiled broadly as she grasped the edges of her gown so that none of the white frills on the end would get dirty as she walked from the stairs onto the grass.&lt;br /&gt;  "Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay, but I'm here now, and so is the tea apparently!" As she spoke numerous servants ushered forth and began serving the ladies Miss Elizabeth's famous cinnamon spice tea and bearing large plates full of crumpets and tea cakes. She took her seat with flawless grace and squeezed Aleera's hand affectionatly as she waited till she had everyone's attention. Aleera smiled apolegetically up at her and took an offered blueberry crumpet. &lt;br /&gt;  After 5 minutes the garden had quited down enough so that the tinkling of spoons could be heard stirring teas. Elizabeth cleared her throat, took off her little wihte gloves and then folded her hands in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;  "I want to thank all of you for coming, it is an honor to have all of you at my home. As I sat there pondering on what I could reflect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay guys. i'm too tired to go on with this on here. but i swear i'll write the rest and put it up later. not that anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hachiko Crown-</content>
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    <title>Indescribable</title>
    <published>2006-04-28T02:48:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T02:48:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Colorado's station</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duh noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel completly indescribable right now! is that even possible??? can there be a time when u feel totally undescribable? oooooooooo well -- its either that i'm just super happy/tingling for no reason or i'm just plain starving. you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can tell the difference between crazy moods and food cravings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously not me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in other newsssssss..... lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i just learned that we have a ton of lutheran missouri synod churchs over in china! i totally didnt know that! and we have 2 in japan and 1 in korea - my pastor is going over to china is two years to go minister. well, technically you cant really b/c its against the law to talk about christianity, but if asked you can. so pastor and miss kathy are going over to "teach english" toooootttttaaaaally can see miss kathy doing that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i dont do the jet program i'll go over there the missouri synod way! hahahahhaa &amp;lt;3 o well, its something i never knew before - so I'M JUST EXCITED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddd 2maro all the girls are gonna go c stick it! just cuz it looks hilarious 'n stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. um. ... &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth finally has come into existance. slowly. took forever, but shes finally here. but she keeps getting interupted by aleera and sophia. and then they all just end up fighting in my head and it gives me a bloody headache. y do i have to make up such violent characters? *sighs* heres a sample of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: FINALLY! FINALLY! i have a begining! WOOOOOOOO!! go me! oooooooo yeah~~~ who is the most awesome, sexay and super sugoi vampire out there??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: O hush up! I've had a begining a lot longer than you you stupid blood sucker! STEPHANIE! what the hell? FINISH ME FIRST! i want to have my happy ending with emry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: WTF u stupid little red-head! You obviously know nothing becuase I was invented way before YOU! - and HEY! wait a sec?! how come SHE gets a guy??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: O bloody hell, we ALL get guys - you are just totally in denial about YOURS. and just for all of ya'lls information - I was created first out of all of us. so, logically, i should be finished first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: what?! nuh uh!!! I should b first! I'm a queen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: Ohhhhh pullllleaseeee - ur a "leader" not a QUEEN. I however, am a full blooded princess and thereby deserve---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizbeth: I WANT A GUY!I WANT A GUY I WANT A GUY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia and Aleera: SHUT UP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: God Elizabeth! You want to know who you end up with? DO YOU? everyone else knows but u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: She does know. shes just in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: What? I get a guy? For REAL?! WHO?!?!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera and Sophia: ANGEL!!!!!! DUH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: ha. that shut her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALeera: *eyeroll* I dont know y she looks so upset. Angels cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammien: HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: *cough* ummmm but of course my guy is way hotter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: dont even try to compare guys honey. mine takes the cake! although... Angel is kinda cute... you know... for a guy over 1000 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELizabeth: .... You. Have. Got. To. BE. KIDDING. ME. I WAIT OVER A BLOODY 1000 YEARS TO FIND MY PERFECT GUY AND ALL ALONG IT WAS THE GUY WHO WAS THERE ALL ALONG HOW FRICKIN GAY IS THAT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: its more gay that u didnt realize it. psshhhhhh - i knew right away with dammien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: yah! me too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleera: no u didnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Okay.... well, when u are brainwashed to beleive that they guy u r getting married to is evil u would b a bit unsure too! BUT AT LEAST IT DIDNT TAKE ME A 1000 YEARS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RUN AWAY RUN AWAY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY MIND PPL! HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Hachiko</content>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T03:11:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T03:11:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I BEAT KINGDOM HEARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORSHIP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. HA! told u so aya! &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss. the ending made me cry T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psss. i really need to get kh2 now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssss. *gloms all* I BEAT IT! (me to self: yah, after what? a YEAR??!)</content>
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    <title>so.. about that giant abercrombie model</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T02:26:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T02:26:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sooooooooooo..... there i was sitting under the giant willow tree that rests beside the Gordon river, pretending to meditate, when this giant shadow looms over me. My eyes were closed, but the faint smell of pine made my heart quicken.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Ash." I said, not daring to open my eyes, but feigning complete calm. I wished not for the first time that I had taken off the stuffy red robe that was over my rebel clothes. They were my favorites and I had made them myself by tearing up one of the wedding presents that my Draconian fiance had sent over. Nice cloth. Ugly dress. So the result had come out to cutting the white silk dress in twain and making a short pleated miniskirt out of one end and making a matching tube top with the other. It had been completed by a series of fashion inspirations that included flicking red, pink and black paint all over the outfit combined with lots of sliver thread. &lt;br /&gt;Ash made a soft thump as he sat carefully down by my side, and I had to scream at my nerves to stop doing the tango. &lt;br /&gt;"So, how is your meditation going?" I opened my eyes and was temporarily blinded by the glare off of his bald head. I leaned back against the tree and grinned widely.&lt;br /&gt;"Its non-existant. I'm really just making up lyrics. What are you up too? Serving the gods faithfully I suppose?"&lt;br /&gt;"Within every fiber of my being." He said this so seriously that I wasnt sure whether to laugh or feel his head to check for a temperature. &lt;br /&gt;"Just kidding," he ruffled my hair with one hand - which made my heart stop for a second - "The priestess told me that you have to get ready right away. Your supposed to make another attempt at meeting your FIANCE tomarrow."&lt;br /&gt;FIANCE...fiance...fiance... the words bounced madly around in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know why I'm the lead singer to an angry rebel band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ moments from the girl with freckles, sophia~*~</content>
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    <title>Some things in life are just Mastercard</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T23:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T23:35:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And for those in the Braille speaking crowd out there - i mean PRICELESS! LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;yah, Michele Jaffe rox my sox! although, not quite as much as Ai Yazawa does! now SHE is one awesome cookie! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u tell i just got the new shojo beat? I am in love my friend. IN LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an odd thing, i finally actually like the samuri story - up until now it was quite dull, but now sei actually is getting a personality! WOOT! but the baby story is still too.... too... babish for me. o, well. WHO CARES RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Hachiko &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Take the lead</title>
    <published>2006-04-08T04:29:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-08T04:29:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The words that I cant seem to form spill out onto paper. Maybe one day others will read them. Maybe they wont. It doesnt really seem to matter much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the struggle against Lady Death is harder that I was percieved. It is not just a game - it is HER game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing oneself away from their own world and throwing themselves into another can turn your world upside down or right side up. Depending on a lizard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone whose time has stopped move on with life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could ..... really be Danielle. Be Sophia. Be Elizabeth. anything but myself would suffice - even Mary. Okay. maybe not MARY - but you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever - it doesnt really matter much. but it would be amazing. to see from my characters pov. The more I think about them, the more realistic they become. in my mind. not on paper. paper just cant soak up enough ink on them. Their thoughts, emotions, dreams, ideas... just attempting Sophia's would take forever - but considering how long Elizabeth has lived - hers would take a life time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm consumed with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.</content>
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    <title>SQUISHY &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2006-03-31T03:24:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-31T03:24:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Off to the wonderful world of OZ! B/C B/C B/C B/C B/C!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed yehd hihoy piechacc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL CONQUER TAPPS! ROAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! *crosses fingers* MAYBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddment, nitwit, blubber - TWEAK : just a few words from the deaceased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Elizabeth of the Blue Eyes &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>I believe I can FLY!</title>
    <published>2006-03-27T23:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-27T23:16:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. good day 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. totally not jelous ova here stephy, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLytherins RULE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &amp;lt;3 Draco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glompies*</content>
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    <title>i just love EATING cotton candy! EATING it!</title>
    <published>2006-03-20T23:17:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-20T23:17:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Three ways to know a guy likes you:&lt;br /&gt;(a scene from aquamarine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg- (1.) he's playing with his hair! (OH NO!) &lt;br /&gt;OMG - (2.) he's doing the stretch! (OH NO!)&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G. - (3.)HE'S DOING THE FLEX! (OH NO!)&lt;br /&gt;(lets just hope its to you and not the snotty brat that thinks she is the greatest thing since sliced bread - like in the above scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that really was an adorable movie - and my date was the epitome of hottness ^_____~ lol. my darling b-chan - who also helped me defeat the demonic bookcase THAT JUST WOULDNT DIE!!!! but now it did - and i am happy. ^____________________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by and by, here is some useless knowledge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daffodils are poisonous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are about 50,000 earthworms in every acre of grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skinless chicken has more carbs then one tbsp of butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and starfish make excellent earrings.</content>
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    <title>Lumish Omerans</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T05:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T05:14:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate video games - b/c they hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lame. ^___________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yht y ped nicdo yd Al Bhed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drajl. which is an urgal word for spawn of maggots - according to Paolini. *worships*  damn good writer.</content>
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    <title>Bipitibobitido!!!</title>
    <published>2006-03-14T03:01:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-14T03:01:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">weellllllllll i FINALLY feel better! WOOT! and i am totally getting my hair cut 2maro = so i'm pretty darn excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left 5 crazy messages on aya's phone. ^__________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u aya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>DRAJL</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T03:53:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T03:53:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm sick and i feel awful. *dies*</content>
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    <title>AI!</title>
    <published>2006-03-11T05:38:16Z</published>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:29316</id>
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    <title>USE THE FORCE DUDE</title>
    <published>2006-03-10T23:01:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-10T23:01:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WOOT! i read the last othello book. good stuff! and FINALS ARE OVER! (for now) soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo now i get to go cut my hair next week and get in shape to look all hot 'n sexay on da beach laterz. WOOT!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:29148</id>
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    <title>Instant Macbeth: Just Add Eye of Newt</title>
    <published>2006-03-08T05:39:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-08T05:39:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HUG ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hums little bunny foo foo*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quietdragonera:28683</id>
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    <title>WOAH! HOLY SPAMOLA?!</title>
    <published>2006-03-05T22:45:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-05T22:45:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will SOOOOOOoooooooooo not believe what happened today~! I'm still like O____o Of all the people in the world to knock on my door (while i am sleeping no less) is my old neighbor matthew~! Mum comes and wakes me up (i WAS wondering about the dog barking and the strange but totally familiar voice) and she's like: MATTHEWS HERE! &lt;br /&gt;SO NOT gonna lie here: i grabbed a pair of jeans and rushed down (after lip gloss) cuz i was like: NO/WAY! and DUDE he is so cute! Ben says he looks like brad pitt off of oceans eleven and i so agree, but with like a chad m. murray mix to him. and he is SUPER tall. i was like O__________________O and guess what? he's going to rice university!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... TOTALLY RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have got a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.</content>
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