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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 00:03:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No Control</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/43853.html</link>
  <description>So aside from making offensive reborn macros, I&apos;m sure you&apos;re all wondering what I&apos;ve been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangirling over &lt;a href=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/5706623677832595122.jpg&quot;&gt;Irie Shouichi&lt;/a&gt; mostly. So let this be my first fangirl post that does not involve offensive ridicule of Squalo Superbi. I&apos;m not going to go too much into why I&amp;nbsp;love Shouichi, but I&amp;nbsp;am going to post a translation of his character vocal. Shou-chan&apos;s song is called &amp;quot;No Control&amp;quot;, and I&amp;nbsp;love it to death. &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 Vague and not-so-vague spoilers for his character, though. Be forewarned. I think the song has a beautiful sentiment, if a bit scattered, but I&amp;nbsp;think it was meant to be vague. What a wonderful voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;No Control&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Toshiyuki Toyonaga (Irie Shouichi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it darkness or light, if I open this door, can I return a second time?&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s right. With these urges I&amp;rsquo;m having, history is wavering.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever attachment I have, the device that delays their time in this era&lt;br /&gt;Has already left us no place to connect to&amp;hellip;        &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;It won&amp;rsquo;t stop. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; No end of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; And no one, surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; I&amp;rsquo;ve continued this way, in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; The will of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; As long as I obey&lt;br /&gt;Though I&amp;rsquo;m lying to my heart&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No no no, No no no, No no no, tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The warm wind that invites me far away, my dream of tomorrow, the hidden light&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s right. This fixation is getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Those precious things I should be protecting, the memories I want so much not to break&lt;br /&gt;Though I&amp;rsquo;ve lost any place to return to.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;I prepare myself. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; For the route and for the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; I can&amp;rsquo;t decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; If this is fate, before grieving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; The will of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; As long as I obey&lt;br /&gt;Though I&amp;rsquo;m lying to my heart&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No no no, No no no, No no no, tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The fact that I believe in my dreams and that my dreams will be granted&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason for this thought process&lt;br /&gt;And even so, people have dreams. What mysterious beings we are. And so, I also&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;It won&amp;rsquo;t stop. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; No end of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; And no one, surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; I&amp;rsquo;ve continued this way, in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; The will of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No Control.&lt;/i&gt; As long as I obey&lt;br /&gt;Though I&amp;rsquo;m lying to my heart&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No no no, No no no, No no no, tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve started making the X-gloves for Saboten-con Tsuna cosplay, but I&amp;nbsp;wish that I&amp;nbsp;had hit the future arc at an earlier point in time, because I&apos;d totally be going as Shouichi if I&amp;nbsp;had that kind of foresight. I&amp;nbsp;may yet cosplay Shou-chan, but we&apos;ll have to see. I&apos;m also in super moe mode for the Sp51 pairing of khr, which has hit me like a freight train.......a FLAMING&amp;nbsp;freight train. I didn&apos;t start it, though. It was always burning. I will be posting fic soon, but not until I&apos;m happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is OK, but I&amp;nbsp;wish I&amp;nbsp;were working more. I&amp;nbsp;keep checking job sites, but no luck. I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t believe I&apos;m going to be 22 tomorrow. I&apos;m hoping that&apos;s a lucky number. I&amp;nbsp;wish that I&amp;nbsp;could share my birthday with more people, though. Being out in the middle of nowhere makes it kind of hard. I&amp;nbsp;think what I&amp;nbsp;really want most is to see everyone again, from Earlham and from back East.&amp;nbsp; =( Not necessarily for my birthday, but just in general. It&apos;ll be nice to have something to celebrate. I&apos;ve been way too anxious lately, which has made me kind of irritable. =(&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve been trying really REALLY hard to funnel my emotions into my stories, so we&apos;ll see if that works.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 06:27:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Life and Times of Squalo</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/43772.html</link>
  <description>So, I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t recommend looking if you haven&apos;t seen up to episode 65 yet, but I&amp;nbsp;would like to commemorate my finishing the Varia arc of Reborn with a montage I&apos;d like to call:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/squaloinhisyouthcopy.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Squalo was young, he lived in a beautiful castle before he and his friends decided to blow it up. During these times of wealth and prosperity, he could afford a pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/SqualloGlasstotheHead.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing the castle, Xanxus became depressed and started drinking.&amp;nbsp;Even though it was ruining their marriage, Squalo knew the real reason for Xanxus&apos; grief was because he was adopted, and this made the domestic violence easier to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/squallofaceplant.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but the real pain Squalo felt was in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/hand.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their love was new and blossoming, in a fit of passion, Squalo gave Xanxus his own severed hand. The sight of Squalo&apos;s blood had made Xanxus so happy, then. It was hard to believe that things would never be that way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/Untitled-4copy.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squalo became lonely, looking for outlets in his broken relationship. He mostly did this by yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/Untitled-1copy.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(....let it go, Squalo. We know you&apos;re hurting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/Untitled-6copy.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being beaten by an amateur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/sharkbait.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eaten by a shark....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/xanxus.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Squalo was finally able to make Xanxus smile again. If only he&apos;d survived to see how happy that had made him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....but wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/angrywheelchairsqualo.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&amp;nbsp;HE&apos;S&amp;nbsp;ALIVE!1!?? Ahem.  By divine fortune, or possibly Romario, Squalo was saved from the jaws of the giant shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/hahahahaha.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crippled though he is, his angry words of love reach Xanxus&apos; ears before he loses. So much for the power of love conquering all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Squalo. We enjoyed your story. See you in the future arc.... Binky Boy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 04:33:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Flash fic #2</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/43225.html</link>
  <description>Okay, so I&apos;ll be really vague about everything, but things aren&apos;t turning out as I expected, and I&apos;m feeling pretty down. But it&apos;s not anything I can&apos;t handle so I&apos;m alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel better, today I wrote some more flash fic, prompts given to me by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_emmayori&apos; lj:user=&apos;emmayori&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://emmayori.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://emmayori.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;emmayori&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . The conditions were basically that I have to use minimal dialogue, and be as descriptive as possible. This is to get me out of some bad fanfiction habits, and also to prepare me for writing a more serious fic that I have wanted to do for awhile. To any of you who may read a couple of them, I would love some comments about how to improve my writing, because that is basically the point of these flash fics. Keep in mind that I had a time limit. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series: Yugioh! Duel Monsters &lt;br /&gt;Prompt: Bakura and Ryou - Looking in the mirror for what&apos;s different (or what&apos;s the same) - [30 min]&lt;br /&gt;Slash?: Only if you squint&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t a matter of stolen identity. Bakura had tried, of course, to take his host&amp;rsquo;s identity&amp;mdash;squirreling it away as if it were some precious gem, and taking it out to wear for special occasions&amp;mdash;but it wasn&amp;rsquo;t something he could just snatch away. It still belonged to his host, no matter how he put it on. It was simply a cheap imitation, good enough to fool the idiots around him, which should have been all that mattered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Still, Bakura found himself looking in the mirror, now, teasing the lines around his eyes so they sat perfectly, and exercising Ryou&amp;rsquo;s smile. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough. He knew he would have everything he wanted, eventually&amp;mdash;revenge, destruction, the world as he wanted it . . . everything except that smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When he attempted to brush his host&amp;rsquo;s hair, the silver strands rebelled against his touch, as it was accustomed to gentler hands. When he tried to cry, or to look pitiful, it looked like a party trick. Perhaps the others couldn&amp;rsquo;t tell, but he&amp;rsquo;d seen his host cry, and the depth of his loneliness wasn&amp;rsquo;t something that could be expressed in facial features, no matter how practiced. He would make his host cry again if he needed to, if only so he could feel the growing blush of red, sinking caverns beneath his eyes as the tears and the sobs were expressed in perfect sequence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But he was the only one who would ever know. Who would care enough to examine anyone so worthless? He rubbed his forefinger across the bristles of Ryou&amp;rsquo;s brush, narrowing his eyes in guiltless contemplation. He was the perfect replica . . . of a silently shattered gem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series: Houshin Engi&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: Taikoubou - Meditation while Fishing - [25 min]&lt;br /&gt;Slash?: No.... ^^;;;;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The silence rippled off the water, and dangled in the air like a suggestion to the breeze. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Fill me up&lt;/i&gt;, it said, &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;whistle and blow me away with your song&lt;/i&gt;. Even silence hated to stay in one place for too long, and so Taikoubou had a hard time following it. Meditating wasn&amp;rsquo;t about closing your ears and your mind as it was about opening them, and becoming aware of the places where silence liked to hide.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;He had been asked sometimes if he &amp;lsquo;had any luck&amp;rsquo;. A lone passerby would often ask him this, motioning towards the deep fishing line he&amp;rsquo;d thrown down to the bottom of the stream. He usually replied that he had. Although when you were as skilled at fishing for silence as Taikoubou was, luck had nothing to do with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;He never had a tug at the end of the line. He tried not to imagine what would happen if he did. In the far reaches of his thoughts were matters that were far more pressing&amp;mdash;the need to defeat Dakki, and free the people of the four kingdoms, the need physical strength, and for the people who would follow him to the ends of the earth. For that, he had his fishing&amp;mdash;meditation to convince every bone in his body that the strength of their cause would carry them through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It suddenly became too much. The silence flitted in and around the trees, and Taikoubou broke his trance to look at the sky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In his heart he felt that all three worlds, Konransan, Kingoutou, and Ningenkai, would someday be one. The silence would help him find the links between the three, as silence was neither good nor bad, mortal or immortal. Feeling that his meditation for the day was done, the disciple lifted his line out of the water. The silver weight glinted in the morning light, reminding Taikoubou that he didn&amp;rsquo;t need to take the offense with anything sharp like a hook. He understood the fish by simply feeling their presence through the line. There would be a time to brandish his lure, but Dakki had set enough traps for the both of them. He smiled sadly, standing up and dusting his robes. There was nothing like a good round of fishing to get him started in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series: Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 5927 - How that first kiss felt (59 POV) - [20 min]&lt;br /&gt;Slash?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Their lips touched, and Gokudera&amp;rsquo;s heart jumped down to his stomach. This isn&amp;rsquo;t a very strategic move for a heart, if you stop to think about it. It seemed to stop beating, clogged-up like a drain pipe, exploding with so many emotions that he barely knew how to force it into motion again. There was a big hole his heart had left when it moved into his stomach region, and all of Tsuna was slowly filling it. He surprised himself how much he&amp;rsquo;d been holding back all this time. All the words he had always wanted to say were finally being reciprocated in waves of heat and breathlessness from his boss&amp;rsquo;s soft, dry lips&amp;mdash;and they weren&amp;rsquo;t pulling away. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;I love you. Don&amp;rsquo;t leave me. I love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It was like suffocating and breathing all at the same time. In truth, he had expected kissing to be more . . . explosive. But there were no fireworks, no whistles, and no cheering crowds. It was stiflingly silent, with only the sound of his hand against the fabric on Tsuna&amp;rsquo;s arm, and a soft inhale as they parted. Seems as if he was still breathing, after all. . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series: Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: Dino - Chopsticks fail - [30 min]&lt;br /&gt;Slash?: Dino/Chopsticks OTP! XD just kidding. No slash.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Well, this was rather embarrassing. If he had been able to pick up more than two grains of rice at a time maybe it would be a little more acceptable, but Dino had the feeling that he was probably worse than the average foreigner at mastering the art of chopsticks. It just looked so easy when Tsuna did it. He hadn&amp;rsquo;t even touched the main course of the meal&amp;mdash;some kind of oblong fish, with head and tail attached. He&amp;rsquo;d eaten creepier-looking things before, but it was more the prospect of de-boning it with a couple of sticks that made him a little more hesitant than usual.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;He didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be an ungrateful guest, so he kept smiling, and eating his rice one grain at a time. It was unusually sticky rice, so he could get a couple small white bits to suction themselves to the side of an individual chopstick, so he could just lick it off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dino-kun.&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Sawada said sweetly, as Dino brought a single chopstick up to his mouth and was about to lick the rice off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Dino smiled warmly, forgetting all of his chopstick difficulties momentarily, &amp;ldquo;Yes, Mrs. Sawada?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is the food not to your liking?&amp;rdquo; She asked carefully, bringing a hand up to her cheek, &amp;ldquo;I thought grilled Saba might be a little too Japanese, is all. . .&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh no.&amp;rdquo; Dino said, looking at the fish again. She was most likely talking about the fish. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sure it&amp;rsquo;s delicious.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;He let his smile fall, turning his gaze once more to the fish out of the corner of his eye, with nothing short of die-hard determination. He needed to eat the fish that Mrs. Sawada was agonizing about. . . .&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;BUT HOW?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;He felt the beads of sweat on his forehead as he gripped the chopsticks in his hand. He was holding them correctly, he felt, looking at the other people sitting around the table. It was simply a matter of beating the chopsticks into submission. There was no other way.&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The Chiavarone boss suddenly whipped his chopsticks into the fish, tearing a gaping hole, out of which bits of the carcass went flying. With the ferocity of his concentration, he failed to realize all of the nervous stares he was receiving from around the table. He pulled the sticks out of the dish, only to find that he had failed to grab any of the meat. He looked down at the table, which apparently was getting more of his food than &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dino-kun.&amp;rdquo; Sawada&amp;rsquo;s mother repeated, this time more nervous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Regardless of the change in her tone, Dino turned up the edges on the same sweet, oblivious smile, &amp;ldquo;Yes, Mrs. Sawada?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Would you like a fork?&amp;rdquo; She smiled suggestively.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah.&amp;rdquo; Suddenly realizing that the rest of the table had been watching his embarrassing blunder, the blonde grinned nervously, bringing his left hand up to scratch the back of his neck, &amp;ldquo;. . . If you wouldn&amp;rsquo;t mind.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 07:59:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>First lj ficbit post</title>
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  <description>So, I&apos;ve started posting ficbits in my journal. Who thought it would come to this? It isn&apos;t even a good one! Prompt from megane_o_hazusu is EXTREME crack. Will not be funny if you haven&apos;t seen it, but I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t know how many times I&amp;nbsp;just started laughing while writing this. It was originally going to be slash, and I&amp;nbsp;had an idea, but I couldn&apos;t bring myself to do it. I think I&amp;nbsp;would have just died laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series:&amp;nbsp;Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;Characters:&amp;nbsp;Ryouhei and Colonello&lt;br /&gt;Prompt:&amp;nbsp;The Most Dangerous Game&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;Ryouhei didn&amp;rsquo;t know what he&amp;rsquo;d just seen. It slipped back into the shadows of the forest as quick as it had come. He clenched his fists. Of all the things that could come out of the darkness&amp;mdash;monsters, boogiemen, the creatures in his nightmares, he had never seen anything so fearsome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;His small, militant tutor stood beside him, arms crossed, blue eyes piercing through the darkness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now you understand, maggot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;The boxing maniac grinned wildly, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m getting excited.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;Colonello turned, looking up at his student with dead seriousness. &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t let your guard down, maggot. &amp;ldquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I am always on guard, master.&amp;rdquo; He said confidently, rubbing a fist into his hand. The white-haired boy had never felt so alive. The blood coursing through him burned like fire, and the intensity of the feeling was a high like he had never known.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tell me, master. If I defeat this thing, will I finally be worthy of your recognition?&amp;rdquo; He grinned, the fire of determination in his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, maggot.&amp;rdquo; Colonello narrowed his eyes, drawing his weapon, and reloading the rifle, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll have to defeat me, too.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;As the echo of the single shot from the Arcabaleno&amp;rsquo;s weapon ricocheted through the trees, Ryouhei jumped and, with the blazing spirit of the great boxers of old, blasted a fist through to the other side of the tree. There was a creaking snap as the giant heaved to the ground and a burst of flame where the bullet had made contact, setting the wood ablaze.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Damnnit!&amp;rdquo; Ryouhei turned heel on the fire and fled in the opposite direction, against the wind and through the smoke.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You let your guard down, maggot.&amp;rdquo; A voice called through the smoke. Colonello&amp;rsquo;s seagull flapped through the debris into view, and Colonello stared out, gun poised forward, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll never defeat that monster the way you are now.&amp;rdquo; He fired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;Ryouhei lunged aside, but he was too late. His left arm had been caught in the blast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;GUH!&amp;rdquo; The boxer clutched his singed bandages, and clenched his teeth as he ran. His master was right that he had let his guard down, but he wasn&amp;rsquo;t prepared to let that happen a second time. He stopped, and turned around to face his assailant, shouting into the forest &amp;ldquo;I won&amp;rsquo;t go down so easily, you hear!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;What answered him was not his master, but a grumble, deep and low from the center of the trees. It sounded agitated, as if woken from a restless sleep, and not altogether in the best of moods. Ryouhei felt his words sink to the bottom of his stomach, and as he moved to speak, he had to dredge them back up his throat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s coming.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;The thing lurched and reared its ugly head, like something out of a sci-fi horror flick.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was fearsome, it was tremendous, it was. . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;THIS IS EXTREME!&amp;rdquo; Ryouhei screamed to the sky, silhouetted by the flames from the burning trees, as the forest animals fled from the site in fear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;He couldn&amp;rsquo;t contain his excitement any longer. Innumerable hours perfecting his left uppercut and intense training with live bears had taught Ryouhei that the only thing to do in this situation . . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;He drew back his arm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;hellip; as in most situations&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;He swung.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;hellip;.was to hit really, really hard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;He made contact.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;The force of the impact created a small explosion surrounding the area, and as the smoke cleared, the results of the battle became clear. The destruction caused by Ryouhei&amp;rsquo;s punch had wiped the area, and there was no trace of the monster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;Ryouhei looked over his shoulder, out of breath, to survey the damages. He then looked at his hand. It hadn&amp;rsquo;t felt like he&amp;rsquo;d punched it that hard, so he couldn&amp;rsquo;t have beaten that thing so easily. . . could he?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That monster was your darkness,&amp;rdquo; explained Colonello, who apparently had been standing there all along. He cocked his gun over his shoulder, and smiled, looking up. &amp;ldquo;It was weak, but that&amp;rsquo;s because you are strong, maggot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;Ryouhei turned back affectionately, &amp;ldquo;Master. . .&amp;rdquo; his face beamed from the praise before he changed his mood suddenly, &amp;ldquo;All right! That was totally extreme!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;The boxer turned to see his master put his gun down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Master. . .?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll only say this once, maggot.&amp;rdquo; The Archabaleno tugged at the hem of each of his tiny sleeves, and adjusted his collar, &amp;ldquo;In order to defeat your enemies, you must be strong.&amp;rdquo; His crystal blue eyes stared gravely, &amp;ldquo;Strong enough to fight the people you love.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Master. . .&amp;rdquo; Ryouhei started, before he was interrupted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You must fight me.&amp;rdquo; Colonello brandished his weapon, to show his determination, &amp;ldquo;Or else I cannot recognize you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Master. . . I. . .&amp;rdquo; the white-haired boy dropped to his knees, &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to fight you. But I promise I will protect everyone if I have to die trying. That&amp;rsquo;s the most extreme thing I can do for them.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;The blonde shook his head slowly, &amp;ldquo;Maggot. Perhaps you are too young to learn this, but. . . life isn&amp;rsquo;t all about being extreme.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;A look of astonishment passed the boxer&amp;rsquo;s features, as he slowly came to grips with what he was hearing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;Colonello turned his back on his student, crossing his arms &amp;ldquo;I know it&amp;rsquo;s hard. I once was young like you, and thought that being extreme was the answer, Maggot. But I learned there are times when it is not.&amp;ldquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Master. . .&amp;rdquo; Ryouhei stood, face turned towards the ground and fists shaking with determination, &amp;ldquo;I understand now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;Colonello turned back, uncrossing his arms, with a glint of pride in his eyes. &amp;ldquo;Is that so, Maggot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I UNDERSTAND!&amp;rdquo; the white-haired boxer rose, &amp;ldquo;I WON&amp;rsquo;T DIE FIGHTING YOU. I WILL BECOME LESS EXTREME FOR THE SAKE OF MY FRIENDS.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;As the tutor saluted his student&amp;rsquo;s efforts with a manly handshake, Ryouhei grinned. For the sake of the ones he loved, of course he would do anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 18:58:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I like this and that. I like that and this.</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/41875.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;So I&amp;nbsp;just discovered StumbleUpon from my sister, and I can&apos;t stop. It&apos;s a terrible internet addiction that leads to different internet addictions. DON&apos;T&amp;nbsp;DO&amp;nbsp;IT. Just. Don&apos;t. You&apos;ll never be able to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I&apos;m really really really worried the cosplay wigs are not going to get here on time. Emmayori and I&amp;nbsp;have decided to drop one of the cosplays, but we&apos;re still trying to do two:&amp;nbsp;Princess Tutu and the Surprise. I&amp;nbsp;hope they come together at the end, because we&apos;ve gone through too much work to stop now. I&apos;m planning on making Tutu&apos;s necklace today. The first attempt didn&apos;t work, but I think I&apos;ve got a better idea of how to do it, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is in the shop, and so I&amp;nbsp;am stuck in the house today. Not that I&apos;m complaining. Everyone needs a little down time every once and awhile.... but that leaves me to do things on the computer, and I think there&apos;s something wrong with mine. I&amp;nbsp;keep getting error messages from avgsnx and I don&apos;t know what that means, except that it&apos;s screwing up my computer. I&apos;m not very computer savvy, but I think it has something to do with the fact that I&amp;nbsp;just upgraded my internet browser to firefox, because youtube will not work with internet explorer 7 much longer (it told me). And I&amp;nbsp;uh...like youtube. If only because I can watch Yugioh 手書き on it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m completely hopeless, in case we didn&apos;t already know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I&amp;nbsp;have a ryou!muse that wants me to write. I hope that I have a chance to use him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 04:12:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>blaaaah-ness</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/40387.html</link>
  <description>yep. you guessed it. Failed my calculus test. Well, not for sure. I guess I&amp;nbsp;need to wait for my grade, but he can keep it. I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m beginning to think more and more that I&amp;nbsp;have SAD (Seasonal Affectedness Disorder). I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t see any other reason why I&amp;nbsp;am so depressed, anyway. I&amp;nbsp;was going to buy a heat lamp&amp;nbsp;but then&amp;nbsp;icemice and faloonmaster reminded me that I&amp;nbsp;am not a plant. I&amp;nbsp;know there&apos;s something like a lamp for medical use. I kind of wonder what biological mechanisms are at work in&amp;nbsp;making me want&amp;nbsp;to cry and sleep all day in the fall and winter. It seems awfully counterproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;took a quiz about Fantasy archetypes. Apparently I&apos;m the Pillar-of-Strength Love Interest, like Arwen or Guienivere. Should I&amp;nbsp;be insulted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I&amp;nbsp;found this meme on a random community, so anyone who wants to participate, feel free!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assemble a superteam from your various fandoms.&lt;br /&gt;Your team must consist of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Team Leader&lt;br /&gt;(1) Warrior&lt;br /&gt;(1) Smartypants&lt;br /&gt;(1) Hottie&lt;br /&gt;(1) Comic Relief&lt;br /&gt;All your superteam members must be from DIFFERENT fandoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now assemble&amp;nbsp;their rival supervillain team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Master&lt;br /&gt;(1) Loyal Lapdog&lt;br /&gt;(1) Mad Scientist&lt;br /&gt;(1) Bloodthirsty Assassin&lt;br /&gt;(1) Lovable Failure&lt;br /&gt;Like your superhero team, all members must be from different fandoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&amp;nbsp;question in this meme is:&amp;nbsp;who would win? Your supervillians or superheroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Superhero team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Team Leader- Lina (Slayers)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Warrior- Hei (Darker than Black)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Smartypants- Youzen (Houshin Engi)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Hottie- Riku (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Comic Relief-&amp;nbsp;Lloyd (Tales of Symphonia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervillain team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Master- Atobe (Prince of Tennis)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Loyal Lapdog-&amp;nbsp;Mikami (Death Note)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Mad Scientist- Muraki (Yami no Matsuei)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Bloodthirsty Assassin-&amp;nbsp;Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter)&lt;br /&gt;(1) Lovable Failure- Nino (Fire Emblem 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s pretty hard to say who would win in the final showdown. Although Hei would try his best to hold his&amp;nbsp;own, he probably wouldn&apos;t hold much emotional attachment to the end result. I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t know if Riku and Youzen and Lloyd would be much help, either. Muraki and Hisoka would get along splendidly, and probably overwhelm the heroes with evil until Atobe pisses off Lena enough that she casts Dragon Slave. The end. =)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 10:53:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Spiders on a Train</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/34438.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;Okay. So. We had our first Tokyo train experience today, complete with helpers to help shove people into the cars. We were sardines. No one needed to hold onto anything, because there was nowhere to move. Apparently the commute is like that every day. I`m a little frightened. Maybe if my host family lives farther away I`ll get a seat, instead of standing. Anyway, I`m glad I`m not chlostrophobic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this guy who was sleeping standing up, right next to us. But there was a HUGE spider crawling on his neck, right at eye level. I didn`t really flinch so much, but others were scared half to death. I thought it was weird, almost a little funny. He was dozing off and this spider was crawling all over his ear and then his cheek and down his back. Everyone held their breath like it was going to jump out and bite their heads off. I suppose it could have. I have no idea what kind of spider it was. He was sleeping the whole time, though. But I guess you had to be there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our first time on a train, it was definitely a memorable experience. I felt bad because everyone was talking about it in English, in the hopes that no one understood, because no one seemed to. But I didn`t want to be rude. That seems rude to me. I just couldn`t help laughing. I was tired, okay, and a little giddy. So I kept laughing at it. In retrospect it really wasn`t that funny. Just a little awkward.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 23:42:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/33062.html</link>
  <description>Hey! For anyone who&apos;s interested there&apos;s supposed to be a cool illusion this weekend. I mean, there&apos;s always interesting stuff going on in the sky, but I thought it was especially interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2007/27jun_moonillusion.htm?list56766&quot;&gt;http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2007/27jun_moonillusion.htm?list56766&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw the rest of Live At Brickston.&amp;nbsp;haha.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;couldn&apos;t stop laughing. Oh,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I recommend&amp;nbsp;Oceans 13, if only for the beautiful directing.... And George Clooney! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also missing the second CD&amp;nbsp;of my Nutcracker&amp;nbsp;Ballet set. It makes me really sad, because that one has the Waltz of the Flowers on it. But then again, I&apos;m finding that I&apos;m missing a lot of things. Like socks. And I really mean that.&amp;nbsp;I don&apos;t just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; them...I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; them, too.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 04:35:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I Have Nothing Interesting to Say</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/32836.html</link>
  <description>Well, I had another weird dream. It&apos;s weird how this has become like...a dream journal. Oh, well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Yeah, this is a boring dream.&quot;&gt;So it was a really strange dream. More people I don&apos;t have any idea who they are. It was mostly black and white, but there were very specific things that had color-- like&amp;nbsp;yellow roses,&amp;nbsp;or the green on&amp;nbsp;the rim of x-box games.&amp;nbsp;This isn&apos;t unusual, but just thought I&apos;d make that note. I was in the mall, and I met a guy there (he turned out to be a girl, but more on that later), and he had wavy, layered long chocolate brown hair, like he should be modeling for pantene pro-V. Not my type at all, but very handsome. He wanted to hang out with me, so I said okay. We seemed to have some things in common. Before I knew it, he was acting like it was a date. He also&amp;nbsp;carried&amp;nbsp;yellow roses, I think.&amp;nbsp;We went to a videogame store that looked like an arcade. They didn&apos;t have fire emblem for the&amp;nbsp;PS2 and I was disappointed, although I have no earthly idea why I thought fire emblem was out for PS2. Anyway. I KNOW there was something about Yakitate!!Japan, and finding the books for it. And I think I did find them in the dream, which is weird, because today I went to the library and they had volumes 1-26! I took out the first few and&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m almost done, so I intend to exchange them tomorrow for more. =D Anyway, we walked around, and I wandered off on my own (or snuck away-- I seem to be sneaking away from people in my dreams more and more lately. Perhaps this is because I miss not actually being IN my dreams. Recently, I have been&amp;nbsp;active in&amp;nbsp;them more than usual.) So, I take an escalator, which doesn&apos;t end at a floor. It ends at&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;upside down conveyerbelt going up and accross. I am scared of this&amp;nbsp;path because it is upside-down, and I do not know where it leads. There is no way I can ride this thing, but I also cannot go back from where I came. I place both my hands palm up on the upside-down conveyerbelt, and it sucks me up. The world turns upside down, and I am hands&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;knees on the floor as I&amp;nbsp;arrive at my destination. Whoa. I find myself asking what I ate last night, and realize this must be a dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy realization, because when I get back to my date, I tell him that he looks like a girl, and suddenly his shirt fills in and he actually is a girl. I like having power in the dream world.&amp;nbsp;However,&amp;nbsp;I don&apos;t like the idea of being on a date with a girl, so I tell her I&apos;m not sure it&apos;s working out. She agrees but wants to&amp;nbsp;kiss me,&amp;nbsp;offering the reason&amp;nbsp;of: If I&amp;nbsp;kiss her/him&amp;nbsp;I can decide if gayness is the reason I am not in a relationship. I apologize, but no. Somehow, I think I&apos;m not gay. Not even in my dreams. She/he seems really disappointed, and I feel bad, and try to console her/him. After all, it is my fault he is now a gay woman. This isn&apos;t something I&apos;m used to consoling people about, although I don&apos;t feel terribly guilty. I wasn&apos;t very fond of him, anyway. And I&apos;m also disgruntled about the lack of fire emblem, something that she/he cannot remedy. I should have noticed at this point that if I wanted to I could make a PS2 version of fire emblem appear and play it for the rest of the dream. I am not smart enough to do this, and spend the rest of the dream making up new people who come to be angry at me for making him/her sad. I probably felt bad about not feeling guilty, and needed someone to make me feel more guilty. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this all mean?&amp;nbsp;Is there some sort of divine message in this garble? The answer is: yes. Watch what you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And after reading volume ten,&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve decided my OTP for Death Note&amp;nbsp;must be Light/Mikami, because...omg, I&apos;m just so amused. They&apos;d just smite all the other OTPs, and make them cower in fear. Where Light/anyone is just frighting, Light/Mikami is downright terrifying, not to mention INSANE!!! (in all caps with three exclaimation points)--The way a true Death Note OTP should be. &amp;lt;3 We&apos;ll just have to see how it holds up in later volumes. You never know....they might never meet. And that would make me sad. Either way, it deserves an icon or a color bar at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Shaman King note---aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. episode 48----Horo Horo!!!!&amp;nbsp;His hair! What? How could this be?! Did I actually think a 12-year-old animated character was hot? No way. I refuse to believe it.&amp;nbsp;*_*&amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, I think my brain might have fizzled and died every single one of the twenty times I watched that scene.&amp;nbsp;I love Ren even more every episode, but my true love who is not Horo Horo is actually Bason. I wish&amp;nbsp;the spirits&amp;nbsp;had a bigger role, because I absolutely love his character!!&amp;nbsp;Why is this? I have no idea. I just love him, I don&apos;t need a reason. So through loving Bason, by default, I love Ren. But only by default. =P</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 02:58:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A presentation, and a quiz, and hyper. Help?</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/31924.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;WHYYY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY am I such a dork? Why do I feel like writing fanfiction when I have a mountain of work to do?! I&apos;m feelig so creative, and this presentation is going to pummel me into the ground. I&apos;m not even going to think about the quiz tomorrow. I refuse to think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE YOU HOUSHIN ENGI BACKGROUND! CURSE YOU SILVER PAIR! CURSE YOU ALL.... all of you. Even you,&amp;nbsp;YES you, RAMAR, for writing &quot;Wild Flowers&quot; and renewing&amp;nbsp;my Zoids obsession. And especially YOU, Konomi-sensei, you crazy drunk.&amp;nbsp;Actually, I don&apos;t know if you&apos;re a drunk, there are other possible&amp;nbsp;reasons Atobe might&apos;ve regrown his hair in your latest installment like for instance....uh....drugs, ya crackhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don&apos;t know what to do with myself. All of this creative energy is going (along with my higher thought functions) as we speak. Coffee could remedy this, but it&apos;s way too&amp;nbsp;late for a coffee smoothie. I feel like I&apos;m thirteen; this is really silly.&amp;nbsp;Then again, this writing aura, it&apos;s once-in-a-lifetme, it&apos;s miraculous--- it&apos;s a banana split with THREE maraschino cherries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA, I&apos;m just pulling this out of my butt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, please?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2007 06:18:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy New Years, Everyone!</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/30248.html</link>
  <description>My new year&apos;s resolution iiiiis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure. Okay. No. no. I am. I&apos;m going to try and wash my face twice a day and... not eat so much chocolate and... try and talk more and.... and...stay healthy! That includes&amp;nbsp;doing exercise every once and awhile. There.&amp;nbsp;I am resolute.&amp;nbsp;It is new years. It is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my knee will serve me nicely this new year. My knee has been acting-up but I&apos;M TOO YOUNG TO HAVE JOINT PROBLEMS. And yet every time I bend over, my kneecap slides too far and I&apos;m in pain. I&apos;m fairly sure I can move my kneecap to places where it shouldn&apos;t go. My dad has always said&amp;nbsp;it runs in his family, but I shouldn&apos;t have problems with it slipping while I&apos;m walking, I don&apos;t think...hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish everyone a happy healthy new year! *raises glass of apple juice* Cheers!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 00:33:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/29647.html</link>
  <description>&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/placidmage/MarlyStamp.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rated as Marluxia by&amp;nbsp;the &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_org13_rating&apos; lj:user=&apos;org13_rating&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/org13_rating/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/org13_rating/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;org13_rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally not what I was expecting, but hey, I&amp;nbsp;might be pretty accurate if I were part of an evil organization and didn&apos;t have a heart. Besides, the&amp;nbsp;hot pink scythe... *grins* come on. That&apos;s awesome. He really is one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite Organization XIII members.&amp;nbsp;Now I&apos;ve got it in my head to find some sort of a Marluxia icon someone will let me steal/use/worship. I wish I had the materials to make a nice one myself. I did some research. haha. Don&apos;t laugh! I totally forgot&amp;nbsp;everything about&amp;nbsp;Chain of Memories. But now I understand their characters a lot better. And I totally had a dulled and very wrong first impression of Marluxia, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I started watching Zoids Genesis, which I really have enjoyed so far. It&apos;s not as good as the classic version, of course. If this makes sense, Gundam SEED is to&amp;nbsp;Gundam as&amp;nbsp;Zoids Genesis is to&amp;nbsp;Zoids. Ha! Beat that analogy! No, seriously. It&apos;s exactly like that. Tons of characterization and gorgeous art, but&amp;nbsp;an original&amp;nbsp;plot is somewhat lacking. More on that later, I guess. I also saw about 10 episodes of Touch. It&apos;s about baseball, so get that thought out of your mind. ;D It was....very 80s. I don&apos;t really feel like seeing any more of it, though.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jun 2006 23:05:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s like sports anime has stolen my brain. Give it BACK!</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/28708.html</link>
  <description>&lt;p&gt;I think there&apos;s something wrong with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Whistle! .... now Eyeshield 21. This is absolutely not good for my health. In addition, or maybe on a side note, I have a tremendous urge to draw fanarts until my eyes bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t believe that Sena&apos;s voice actor is also Sora. Speaking of...I picked up Chain of Memories again. I&apos;m still stuck. I&amp;nbsp;always run&amp;nbsp;out of cards before I can&amp;nbsp;do any significant damage to that stupid boss. I wonder if&amp;nbsp;you actually&amp;nbsp;get uh...more powerful when&amp;nbsp;you level up, because I&apos;m really not seeing any difference. I hate the stupid cards. I just want to get to the end. darn them!&amp;nbsp;So then I killed some random basket-heads in Tenchu and I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my driving lessons. They say I&apos;m ready for the test. I tend to disagree. I&apos;ll probably fail the touch-screen portion, just you watch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;D No. I will not give up! I need to have a positive attitude *determination*.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 May 2006 01:03:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kingdom Hearts 2</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/27486.html</link>
  <description>Ah, I feel like such a dork, but I think I&apos;m going through a KH2 phase. It just started today. This could be lethal, but I&apos;m fighting it as we speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, I lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Dance Wataa Daaanceee!&apos; Oh, man. If I could get that as a ringtone or something.... =3 David Bowie(aka Demyx)=love. Axel&apos;s so pretty, too! He reminds me of Zacks...except with more eye makeup,&amp;nbsp;lephrachaun colors, and angst. It&apos;s been so long since I was obsessed with a videogame, it seems. Not since Tales of Symphonia. Okay, but that actually wasn&apos;t so long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have some suspicions as of getting my butt kicked by a sitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Cut for rambling and possible spoiling...even though I&apos;m just guessing.&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sephiroth is Cloud&apos;s nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Viz or Diz or Fizz or whatshisface is actually Ansem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Axel will probably end up dying/leaving permenantly. ;_; I hope my suspicions are wrong. He just seems so disposable and he&apos;s going against the organization. He almost seems like he wouldn&apos;t care if he died so long as he can bring Roxas back in the process.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;But that&apos;s all I think I have so far. Not that anything&apos;s right. I want to play more! wheee. At least I have something to do while I&apos;m trying to learn how to drive. Not that it involves driving but... hey the new gummi thing is awesome! I love it. &amp;lt;3 I love everything. Well, except for the disney part... but they made it and it&apos;s sparkly so some of it was cute... I guess.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 03:39:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/27271.html</link>
  <description>Well, I&apos;ve got my work cut out for me tomorrow. Got lots of places to call, and I have to go to the center of town and look for job postings. I hope it&apos;s&amp;nbsp;a nice day tomorrow. Man, my sister just gave me some Panic! at the Disco songs, and they&apos;re really good! Like really good! Really funky stuff. I don&apos;t like their heavier songs, but I like them a lot. Now that we don&apos;t have a CD store or a videogame store anywhere in town (whyyy?) ... blah. I just know I&apos;m going to end up staying up late again tonight&amp;nbsp;for no reason at all. Hey, but I discovered my mom&apos;s DVD collection, so actually I do have a reason to stay up late. She has so many I don&apos;t know where to start. No, wait. I do. The Day the Earth Stood Still. =) mm... I feel like making popcorn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since everyone&apos;s so curious about these two characters... I give you a sketch of...&amp;nbsp;
&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Rabobonar and The Faloon&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;Robobanar and The Faloon&quot; src=&quot;http://www.studiobent.com/oekaki/bent/pictures/bent_24.png&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If the Faloon put his hand on&amp;nbsp;MY head, I&apos;d be screaming. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2006 01:51:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Back</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/26963.html</link>
  <description>I am back. After my luggage went over the weight limit and everything... I ended up taking out clothes and stuffing them in my carry-on, and actually...um.... ended up wearing many more layers than I had originally intended. XD And then I briefly lost my boarding pass. That was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... I wanted to play Kingdom Hearts II really badly, so I bargained with my sister until she decided not to charge me for playing it. My manipulation skills are truly to be feared. =) So I started playing it, and then she realized that her playstation wasn&apos;t broken after all, because the disk wasn&apos;t working on mine, either. We checked it and it&apos;s scratched up really badly. She could&apos;ve checked before I went through all the trouble of bringing my system back. Now I&apos;m going to end up buying another one anyway. =( It makes me sad because I want to know who Roxas is!!! Is he Sora&apos;s twin?? Namine&apos;s creation?? Is he just along for the ice cream?...we don&apos;t know... &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept, talked on the phone, and watched Avatar all day instead. It&apos;s amazing how little you can get done when you&apos;re not applying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. My mom and sister both have sparkly phones! THE COLORS! T-they flash COLORS! @_@ I want one...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 01:52:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nicole&apos;s paper, thus far:</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;Nicole&apos;s Paper, thus far:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU, PAPER-THINGIE! A THOUSAND CURSES UPON YOU AND ALL YOUR CLAN! MAY YOU DIE A THOUSAND HORRIBLE, FIREY DEATHS IN THE DARKNESS OF THE PITS OF THE ABYSS, NEVER TO LIVE OR LOVE AGAIN, AND BE FOREVER DOOMED TO TORMENT! LALALALALALALALA.... WHEEEEEE! TRANSITION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;DIE, MONSTER! YOU DON&apos;T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;IT IS NOT BY MY HAND THAT I WAS ONCE AGAIN GIVEN FLESH. I WAS CALLED HERE BY HUUUUUUMANS, WHO WISH TO PAY &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; TRIBUTE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;YOU STEAL MEN&apos;S SOULS! AND MAKE THEM YOUR SLAVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;PERHAPS THE SAME CAN BE SAID OF ALL RELIGIONS...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;DEMON, YOUR WORDS ARE AS EMPTY AS YOUR SOUL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;ENOUGH TALK! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAVE AT YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WHO...HO...HO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And&amp;nbsp;she did this by heart.... I&amp;nbsp;fear for her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Nicole was listening to The Tragic Prince- Castlevania</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2006 01:43:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tez Keychain</title>
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  <description>My Tezuka keychain keeps breaking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends suggested I send it to Germany for extensive keychain therapy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2006 20:36:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...X_X</title>
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  <description>Our class disected a bird. A cooper&apos;s hawk...just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. If you eat birds, you should be able to at least disect them, but the carcass was fresh and there was blood, and it was really gross. It almost makes me want to become a vegitarian. I mean, if SAGA wasn&apos;t reason enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had someone faint during it, too. She just sort of closed her eyes, wobbled a little, and then fell over. She hit her head on the table, and I felt really bad for her. I mean, he didn&apos;t even warn us or anything that we were doing a disection. It said &apos;anatomy&apos; on the lab sheet, but... hey! I thought we were just reading it, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allllrighty then, I&apos;m off to do a little drawing and get that off my mind. If only our neighbors would stop blasting their bass. I can&apos;t even hear myself think. I mean, if you had to take a video of what was in my head right now, it would be... hyotei&apos;s &apos;ice emperor&apos; in my head plus random bass, all playing as background music to a bird being disected with amino acids floating around in the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird afternoon.</description>
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  <lj:music>Ice emperor- hyotei...in my head...over and over...</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 17:17:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;What happens when people try to teach me&amp;nbsp;chemistry? Apparently&amp;nbsp;Ornithology-texbook-weilding RAGE!!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;As illustrated so.... violently XD by my roommate in paint while greenicemice was trying to teach me stuff. It was very distracting, to say the least.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 04:53:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Of Tape-players and Gamecube.</title>
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  <description>Is it nostalgia or just that I&apos;m too easily amused? My tape-player wasn&apos;t even lost, but I just hadn&apos;t picked it up in so long. I&apos;m in the process of listening to them, because I recorded most of these tapes without making labels. I also found some old guitar recordings in them I did a couple years ago. Man, and it sounds like I used to be kinda good. I couldn&apos;t do that, now, I&apos;m sure of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been playing FE9...a lot. Chapter 25? whoo!! I&apos;ve already printed out pictures and added them to my Fire Emblem wall-collage. XD I&apos;m such a dork. And I&apos;ve been drawing some fanart (see icon). I know I must&apos;ve made lots of mistakes. My sister got Rainbow Brite (I mean Stephan) and I didn&apos;t, which really boosts my self-esteem. I should look up secrets, too, but I just hate doing that the first time around. I mean, except that...Sothe can&apos;t change classes?! what the...&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; Not that I gave him much bonus exp, but...he stole my battle experience! What a little thief!~&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on otherwise. I&apos;m trying to read my mom&apos;s textbook to brush-up before I go back, Sunday. ha! I should have fun with that... -_- mm...Fire emblem...texbook...is there really a contest, here?</description>
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  <lj:music>The Music of the Night- Phantom of the Opera</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2006 06:55:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YES! THE NEW YEAR!</title>
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  <description>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have Fire emblem: path of radiance to celebrate with... &amp;gt;3 It&apos;s...it&apos;s just...*dies* It&apos;d be hard to describe my enthusiasm with anything less than telling you my family had to practically wrestle the controller free from my hands so they could watch the ball drop. (Not to mention I practically was prancing out of the mall after buying it.) But after playing for six hours almost straight I figure I&apos;d give myself a break to absorb. So here I am...absorbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they...fused characters from the previous games together or something? Ike is a Hector/Eliwood hybrid and it&apos;s freaking me out a little. I&apos;ve decided to call him Hectiwood. In talking to my sister while playing, I have been known to call Boyd by many names such as Ross, Lloyd, Bartie and my favorite...Boris. He&apos;s one of my favorite&apos;s so far, and I can&apos;t even remember his name! So...that&apos;s when I decided to stop...and here I am... and I can&apos;t even think about anything else. *tears at hair* No, I must sleep. I&apos;ll probably have one of those weird fire emblem dreams again, except this time they&apos;ll be in 3-D. XD And with movies, hopefully.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 05:20:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>TENCHUUUU~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally Tenchu-obsessed over here. Ninjas are ninja-ing in my dreams, it&apos;s THAT bad. And we seem to be progressing in the storyline quite nicely. I think my sister&apos;s better at it then me. However, and here&apos;s the exciting news, I got a (working) gamecube for the holidays, and I SO know what games I&apos;m going to spend my Channukah gelt on. =3</description>
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  <lj:music>The sounds of Tenchu</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 16:12:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>SMELT!- and my biology notes.</title>
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  <description>I apologize to the numerous people who will not understand this reference, but in our discussion of algal blooms and eutrophication this morning, I took the liberty of adding another link to my teacher&apos;s food chain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other algae (not Osciliatoria rubescens)--&amp;gt; Daphnia --&amp;gt; Neomysus mercedis --&amp;gt; Longfin Smelt---&amp;gt; Ohtori Choutarou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of story: if I wasn&apos;t sitting in a lecture hall, I would have fallen out of my chair laughing. But probably because I&apos;m just feeling very insane right now.</description>
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  <lj:music>Blood-  Fuji Yuuta</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2005 21:43:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Guess who doesn&apos;t want to start her paper ^__^</title>
  <author>maple525@aol.com</author>  <link>http://placidmage.livejournal.com/21581.html</link>
  <description>Stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_r_amythest&apos; lj:user=&apos;r_amythest&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://r-amythest.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://r-amythest.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;r_amythest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because it looked like fun!! =)
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Meme, from Gunload&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.) I don&apos;t have any playlists with more than 30 songs, so I just chose&amp;nbsp;some I liked.&lt;br&gt;2.) Write down one (or two [or] four) lines of the song. Try to avoid putting the song title in the line.&lt;br&gt;3.) Have your friends comment and see if they know the songs. (NO CHEATING!)&lt;br&gt;4.) When someone guesses correctly, strike out the line and list the correct name of the song next to it. (Title AND artist [or character, if a character image song -- anime series will work as well] have to be correctly guessed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I just figured out how to use the language bar, so basically I&apos;m just having fun.... ^^;; I hope I didn&apos;t hear the songs wrong. I was too lazy to look&amp;nbsp;ALL of them up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1)　かがやく　そらに手はとどかなくても&lt;br&gt;ひびく愛だけ　たよりに&lt;br&gt;すすんだみちのさき 光が見つかるから&lt;br&gt;kagayaku sora ni te wa todokanakutemo&lt;br&gt;hibiku ai dake tayori ni&lt;br&gt;susunda michi no saki hikari ga mitsukaru kara&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2) あらしに　だかれて夢から　JUMP！&lt;br&gt;えいえんが　おしよせる　ISLAND！&lt;br&gt;arashi ni dakarete yume kara JUMP!&lt;br&gt;eien ga oshiyoseru ISLAND!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3）　ゆうひにてらされた　COURT を　みつめてた&lt;br&gt;くやしさが　赤く　そまる。。。&lt;br&gt;yuuhini terasareta COURT o mistumeteta&lt;br&gt;kuyashisaga akaku somaru。。。&lt;br&gt;（ COURT *hint hint* =D )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4) When you are older you&apos;ll understand what I meant when I said&amp;nbsp; &quot;no&quot;&lt;br&gt;I don&apos;t think life is quite that simple.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5) Feels like you&apos;re making a mess&lt;br&gt;You&apos;re hell on wheels in a black dress&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6) If could get another chance....another walk....another dance,&lt;br&gt;I&apos;d play a song that would never end...&lt;br&gt;(There are too many covers of this. Any artist is OK)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7) Though I know that evenin&apos;s empire has returned into sand,&lt;br&gt;Vanished from my hand,&lt;br&gt;Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8) ああ、心さえ　いつわって　いきるのか&lt;br&gt;人はさだめに　あやつられるだけ。。。&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;aah, kokoro sae itsuwatte ikiruno ka?&lt;br&gt;hito wa sadame ni ayatsurareru dake....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9) I see you waiting for me; I see you smlie tenderly.&lt;/br&gt;
world we are one; Deep in the world we can be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Already Guessed...by Green_icemice! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11) かかって来いよ HＥＹ　ＮＯＷ!　のぞみ　どおりに　かたつけて　やる。&lt;br&gt;グズグズ　するな　ＨＥＹ　ＹＯＵ！きれたら　さいご　とまりは　しない。&lt;br&gt;Kakatte koi yo HEY NOW! nozomi doori ni katatsukete yaru.&lt;br&gt;Guzuguzu suru na HEY YOU! Kiretara saigo tomari wa shinai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;12) Climbing the mountain, never coming down.&lt;br&gt;Break into the contents, never falling down&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;13）Because I&apos;m easy come, easy go.&lt;br&gt;Little high... little low...</description>
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  <lj:music>Now that would be cheating ^^</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Now that would be cheating ^^</media:title>
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