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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:52:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Obligatory Holiday Post</title>
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  <description>Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got a lot to be thankful for this year I s&apos;pose. For my family, who I love dearly despite driving me absolutely fucking insane sometimes. You guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my amazing beautiful fantastically awesome girlfriend who&apos;s incredible and I don&apos;t deserve but love dearly. Every day with her is like a beautiful dream, trufax &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yes, I&apos;m a sap. I know. stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m eternally grateful for all my friends, who&apos;ve helped me tons and who I also don&apos;t deserve. You all are amazing and I love you all, and if I&apos;ve ever wronged you please know that I&apos;m deeply sorry. Y&apos;all are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s lots more, but thats all I got for now. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 03:34:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Real Entry?</title>
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  <description>I cant help but find this kinda ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For like, two fucking weeks, I&apos;ve been wanting to make a post about how SUPER HAPPY I am and how the sun&apos;s shining and the birds are singing and everything&apos;s been going my way and all that good shit. Now it seems like the only time I&apos;ve got the motivation to make that post is on the crappiest day I&apos;ve had in quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE EXPOSITIONMOBILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s the thing. The last few days really haven&apos;t been all that bad. They&apos;ve been slow, sure, but that&apos;s nothing too horribly terrible. The main problem is thus - saturday night was the last one I had any decent amount of sleep. Since sunday onwards, I&apos;ve slept like shit, and the problem&apos;s only been compounded in the last day. Here&apos;s the thing - I know at least a handful of people who can still operate pretty normally on next to no sleep. I envy those people, and I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; one of them. A day of bad sleep, I&apos;m a little sigh-y but fine. Two days of bad sleep and I&apos;m kinda grumbly, but life goes on. Two days of bad sleep followed by a bout of full on insomnia? Now I&apos;ve got some problems, and thats exactly where I&apos;m sitting right now. Really though it&apos;s not so terrible. I&apos;ve been here before, with the tiredness and the feeling sick and sore and all the crappy shit. I can survive it. The thing I hate the most though is that I just don&apos;t feel like myself. In the things I say, the things I do, the way I interact with other people, I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; myself right now, and I absolutely hate it. Or maybe it&apos;d be more accurate to say I&apos;m still myself, just a different version who acts weird and I kinda despise? Not all that great either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WITH THE BAD THERE IS GOOD. And this is where I&apos;m gonna have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I&apos;ve been trying for at least two weeks to put into words just the kinda happy state I&apos;ve been in, and I&apos;ve failed miserably each and every time. Maybe I should just accept that I&apos;m not really gonna find words that do it justice. Thats okay too. I guess the bottom line is that I feel like I&apos;m actually doing things right. Despite my self doubts, despite my second guessing and horrible insecurities, I feel like I&apos;m moving past them and doing something &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;, and it&apos;s a fantastic feeling. I hope I never ever lose this feeling. It&apos;s just... incredible. And that&apos;s all I can really say without being a huge sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I guess thats as updatey as this is gonna get for now. Catch y&apos;all later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 17:10:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am a heron. I have a long neck and i pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. if you don&apos;t repost this comment I will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your﻿ pots and pans.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 03:35:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lol creative writing</title>
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  <description>I needed to write something for creative writing, so I wrote this ficlet and just replaced the names. Enjoy, P4 fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Untitled&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Persona 4&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Chie, Yosuke&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chie sat down, and he slid her chair in under the table before circling around, taking the opposite seat. It was strange, seeing his friend dressed up in an outfit he had never seen before – hell, he didn&apos;t know she had even owned any dresses, let alone a fancy green evening gown. Who knew she could actually look so... cute? Surprised by his own thoughts, Yosuke busied himself with unwrapping the silverware on the table, placing the napkin on his lap and looking anywhere but at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, this place is really fancy! I never thought you would actually take me to a place like this,” Chie said as she gazed around the room. Seeing so many older women in fancy dresses made her feel out of place, like a duck among doves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you&apos;re the one who demanded it!” Yosuke replied, without the fervor he would have normally given. He knew what was coming next, and had already taken to looking at the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well of course I demanded it! You spilled soda on my signed – my signed photo of Jackie Chan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought Bruce Lee was your favorite?” Yosuke flipped the menu page idly, not even bothering to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, and I suppose you&apos;re just going to raise him from the dead to get me a signed photo?! Or are you going to get me another one of Jackie Chan? Be glad all I asked for was a dinner and not your kidney! And look at me when I&apos;m talking to you!” Chie tried her best to keep her voice down even as she ranted, and added a subtle kick underneath the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OW!” Yosuke&apos;s voice was not so subtle, and he quickly hunched over and hid himself in his menu. The other patrons were looking, and the last thing he needed was to get kicked out for being the kid making a scene in a fancy restaurant. The waiter came before long. Yosuke rolled her eyes as she ordered the steak, which earned him another kick; he managed to keep his mouth shut that time. Chie hardly seemed to notice when he ordered the fish, her eyes were already skimming the dessert menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate in an awkward silence, focusing on their food intently, both seeming determined not to look at the other. Their attire, the atmosphere, the older couples around them – everything about the rester aunt told them they were on a date, a possibility neither one had really considered at the start of the night, a possibility which pushed them into new and unfamiliar territory. When they finished eating and dessert hadn&apos;t come, they were left with few choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I-I didn&apos;t even know there was a place like this in town. How&apos;d you find it?” Chie asked, finally breaking the silence that had grown between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well of course you wouldn&apos;t know, you only eat at that Chinese place!” He smiled and laughed a little, trying to restore their normal banter. She was still looking down at her plate and playing with her dessert fork. He felt himself swallow hard. “Well, you know... I just looked around. I knew it had to be good, or...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“... or?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, I already screwed up once! I just didn&apos;t want to go two for two.” Yosuke winced, waiting for the kick under the table. It never came – instead, he got a soft smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks.”</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 15:30:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Booyah!</title>
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  <description>Every now and then, I do something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m very glad for those times.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 02:08:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Obligatory birthday post</title>
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  <description>Needed to make one while still coherent enough to do so. Had an awesome birthday. Saw Watchmen with Chris - it rocked hardcore. Helps to see it with awesome, cute girl. Still would have been awesome otherwise. Hopefully pulled a B on test, thats ballin&apos;. Went to Outback, had a couple beers and tasty chicken. Came back, ate cake, popped open beers. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome birthday overall. Thanks for all the fond wishes from my friends. You guys rock &amp;lt;3 Later</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 05:51:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Fuck you too, Johnny Rzeznik.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 07:15:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stolen! Muahaha!</title>
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  <description>Give me a character I play and a question/topic about them and I will answer according to my own personal canon. This can range from their birthday, favorite color or even their earliest memory up to what they had last night for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonouchi Katsuya &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_norainujanai&apos; lj:user=&apos;norainujanai&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://norainujanai.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://norainujanai.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;norainujanai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosuke Hanamura &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_princeofjunes&apos; lj:user=&apos;princeofjunes&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://princeofjunes.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://princeofjunes.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;princeofjunes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 17:54:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;LL KILL THAT BASTARD! ONCE I&apos;M DONE SMILING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHINESE BROTHER IS HOME, MOFOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it this morning (at like, midnight thirty) and meant it then, but this cements it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best. Christmas. Ever.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 16:12:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Merry Christmas, y&apos;all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 19:59:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome to life, J.D!</title>
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  <description>This post serves two purposes! One, to welcome a new life to the world, and second, to explain the hilarious drama surrounding the kid not even a day into his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, I&apos;d like to give a big shout out to my new (and only) nephew, James&amp;nbsp;Dhar Whitaker! He was born today, November 10th 2008, somewhere between 5 and 6 AM eastern standard time. I have no clue how big he is, how much he weighs, what he looks like, or even if he has hair or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn&apos;t even know he existed until almost 10:30 EST this morning, and this is where the funny part starts. I get a call from my sister Jenny, telling me that the kid is born! This is good news! She also tells me that she found out on the internet. ... wait, what? Thats right! My sister found out about our nephew being born via facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... say what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jenny saw it on my sister-in-law&apos;s maid of honor&apos;s facebook status. Not a phone call from our brother or our parents, not a note on the table, shit not even an email. Someone outside the family&apos;s facebook status. Thank God I at least got a phone call from her - I&apos;d be understandably upset if a family member couldn&apos;t take the time to tell me about my first nephew being born. I mean, really, thats a pretty crappy way to find out hours after the fact. Not ten minutes after I get off the phone with her do I turn on my computer to share the good news, and lo and behold, I get an IM via MSN from my mom telling me about the birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that wrong for finding it rediculous? My family was always crazy close when I was growing up, and suddenly we can&apos;t bother with phone calls for something HUGE like this? I told my mom something along those lines, and most of her response was to try and make me feel guilty for making her feel guilty. Pffft. It&apos;s absolutely insane. I at least got a phone call - poor Jenny got slighted by everyone, and is understandably pissed about it. Even my other sister (Melissa) who she lives with knew! When she left for work, she didn&apos;t leave Jenny a note on the table, a voicemail, nothing. It&apos;s kind of funny, in a really sad way, just how communication&apos;s broken down completely in this family. Oh teh dramaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, welcome to the world J.D! I hope Canadia treats ya well for as long as you&apos;re there, my great white northern nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 04:12:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>MY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to you a desperate man with a simple request. Any/all input is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&apos;see, for whatever reason I cannot understand, Orlando dries my skin out like nobody&apos;s business, my face especially. I shelled out the money for the Lubriderm Super Dry Skin shit, but even that doesn&apos;t seem to want to do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question is simple. Any super awesome lotions/moisturizers you can reccomend me? Price isnt a concern - for something like that, I can write it off as a health cost. So plx, tell me what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke~</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 05:55:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Of brothers and family</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read if you&apos;re curious about my family&quot;&gt;First off, Merry Christmas to you all. Happy Holidays to others. Kickass Tuesday to the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sitting here on my air mattress, half waiting for my brother to get home and half waiting for my laptop battery to die. It occurred to me just how soon my brother&apos;s leaving for China. For those not in the know, my brother John basically up and decided about a month ago that he wanted to teach in China. He went through with it fairly quickly, and his plane leaves January 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 8th. Thats way too fucking soon. I&apos;m not ready to be that far away from my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m the youngest of five. I have two older brothers, and two older sisters. They are: Jay, Melissa, Jenny, and John - in that order. I love each and every one of them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, Jay and Melissa just weren&apos;t really there for me most of their life. Not by choice, but circumstance. When I was born, they were 15 and 14 respectively. For my younger years, they were off at college, or out on their own living, working, doing whatever. I knew them, of course. Family is family. We just never had time to form a super tight bond (Melissa would later live with us again for a year or two and we became closer then, but I still feel distant from Jay. I wonder if someday we&apos;ll escape that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, the two I was closest to were Jenny and John. I dont think it&apos;s too far a cry to say they raised me when I was younger. When I think back to those younger days, of what I can remember, so many more memories are of them rather than my parents. And I don&apos;t mind that at all. If they raised me, I think they raised me pretty damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I have always been close as far back as I can remember. I&apos;ve always felt like I can tell her anything. She stuck up for me, and even if she got me into trouble more than I ever knew, I didnt care. She and I were buds, and she was always trying to teach me stuff, show me new things, expand my horizons. She never once turned me away that I can remember, and she&apos;s always told me what I needed to hear, even if I didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John. For the first twelve or so years of my life, we were constantly at each other&apos;s throats. If it was because Jenny used me to get her way, if he just liked doing it, if he had some motivation... I&apos;ll never know. He knew exactly what buttons to push and how to push them, and he could set me off faster than anyone else around. We bickered, we fought - we&apos;d get along for a few minutes, and then we&apos;d bicker our asses off later. I thought of him as my enemy, I&apos;m sure - and for a while there, I bet I even hated him. He never hated me, I dont doubt that, but dear god he knew how to set me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny went to college, and like a switch had been flicked, John and I suddenly got along. Not perfectly mind you, but what brothers do? We had an amazing year, and then he too left for college. I didnt think much of it at first, but soon I came to realize just how incredibly well he knew me, and how much fun we had together. He was only a few hours away, and whenever he&apos;d visit (or on the few times I got to visit him and Jenny) we had friggin awesome times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew me so well. Still does. Mom and I would get into arguments - I wasnt taking the classes she wanted me to, or some such nonsense. She, like a true manipulator, would cajole my two closest allies into telling me to take or do whatever it was she wanted. Jenny would comply, and I&apos;d listen but ultimately shrug her off. John was different. He&apos;d call me and make no pretense as to why. He knew I knew what was going on. He didnt like it any more than I did, but he&apos;d implore me to do it, if only to get mom to shut the fuck up. Even if he knew I wouldnt listen, even if he knew I didnt want to hear it, he was always up front with me, always kept my best interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, with him home and me at college, he still looks out for me. Still gives me advice, still helps me out when I need it. Sure, he&apos;s odd and eccentric, he does a few weird things and has a few odd quirks, but he&apos;s been an amazing damn brother. I know it&apos;s not forever, I know there&apos;s still ways to communicate, but still. There&apos;s no fighting the feeling you get when someone you care about goes a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really, really gonna miss him, and I&apos;m not quite sure how to handle that.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 04:25:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HOLYCRAP!</title>
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  <description>Not only is this a post, but this is actually a short little ficlet thingy I wrote outta boredom. Long story short - I was &lt;i&gt;incredibly&lt;/i&gt; bored, and it was suggested that I write a fic. It&apos;s horribly short and cliche, but... I&apos;m satisfied with it I guess. So here it is. LJ Cut for your convenience :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIES: YuGiOh&lt;br /&gt;CHARS: Jounouchi, Mai&lt;br /&gt;PAIRINGS: Hints at JonoxMai&lt;br /&gt;RATINGS: PG at worst.&lt;br /&gt;TITLE: *insert title here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A breeze wiped past his impossibly puffy, gravity defying hair as Jounouchi Katsuya strolled the streets of Domino. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and a giant sword wielding warrior had just decapitated a dragon. Yes, it was truly a perfect day for the grinning blond with his hands in his pockets, his duel disk on his arm, and that &apos;I&apos;m tough and I know it&apos; look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could beat him, I could beat him, him no question, aww man, don&apos;t even get me started on him.&lt;/i&gt; It wasn&apos;t a ranking that fueled his confidence, nor was it recognition - the boy was, in fact, the perennial underdog, beloved by few and respected by even fewer. It was a natural confidence - something he exuded from every fiber of his being. As he observed the kids dueling in the City of Card Games, it wasn&apos;t numbers that told him he was better - he just knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually though, watching the rank amateurs bored him, and he was left with just his thoughts as he made his way through the city, thoughts that inevitably drifted to the person who had called him out. Kuujaku Mai. The one person in his life he couldn&apos;t peg into just one category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was his rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images flashed in his mind - Duelist Kingdom, their heated match. Him, the hot headed newbie, her, the condescending veteran. He had taken the day, and he had taken the pseudo-rematch she had set up as well. He didn&apos;t think she had ever quite forgiven him for that, as it lead him square to category number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duelist Kingdom and Battle City... ever since that rocky start, they had been there for each other. She was there when his crucial entry card had been stolen - he was there when a rampaging Egyptian god was about to blast her into oblivion. When she was taken by the shadows, he defeated that same god, all just to get her back. And that could only lead him, as uneasy as it made him, to the third category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe... she was something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was older than he was, she was arrogant. She was more experienced, and high maintenance to the max (if her hairstyle and choice of clothing were any indication). She was loud and bossy and annoying, and wherever she went, trouble seemed to follow instantly. Yet... yet he couldn&apos;t forget the way his insides would flip over themselves at her slightest touch. How he&apos;d sneak secret glances at her when no one else was looking... and how he swore that he caught her glancing right back at him. He couldn&apos;t control his disposition, how it got just a little sunnier, a little showier when she was around. He couldn&apos;t convince herself that he wasn&apos;t trying to impress her, just like he couldn&apos;t ignore just how beautiful she was when the sun&apos;s rays danced off of her hair just right (and even when they didn&apos;t).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so lost in thought - a rare occasion indeed for the act first think later Jounouchi - he didn&apos;t notice his feet had carried him to his destination. He only noticed when his stomach did that familiar flip in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was, leaning against a street light with all the radiance of an angel and wearing the expression of a demon. Somewhere between taking in the low cut shirt and the far-too-short for her own good skirt (he made a mental promise to himself to clobber any wise guy who felt the urge to stare), he realized he was late. She hadn&apos;t noticed him yet, but he could tell by her face - he was going to get it. And as he approached her with a casual wave, he couldn&apos;t help but wonder as her shrill shrieks began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What category would she fit into today?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 11:55:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Postin from mah Wii. Insomnia still sucks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 16:05:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sleep? Whats that? lawl</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 01:30:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Obligatory post!</title>
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  <description>And it&apos;s that time again. Another year, another obligatory late night birthday post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year easily trumps last year by about a billion fold, and I couldn&apos;t be happier :D No complaints, and plenty of good things to say. A full summary&apos;ll come later, but I&apos;ma be brief for now. In short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, GET! See y&apos;all in a year =P</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 16:14:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lol internet</title>
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  <description>Just for the record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 AM. And I was not amused XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but I got back to sleep eventually, so its all good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 04:24:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy New Year!</title>
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  <description>This may be my only entry this year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not even 36 hours into the year, I made it intereting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s hoping it turns out well!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 16:02:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well shit</title>
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  <description>I got tagged, but this meme looks a little fun. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 12 fictional characters you would have sex with (in no particular order) and then tag 5 people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Temari - Naruto&lt;br /&gt;2)  Mitarashi Anko - Naruto&lt;br /&gt;3)  Tsunade (if I cant see the old lady, she aint there) - Naruto&lt;br /&gt;4)  Yomiko Readman - R.O.D&lt;br /&gt;5)  Nancy Makuhari - R.O.D&lt;br /&gt;6)  Sheena Fujibayashi - Tales of Symphonia&lt;br /&gt;7)  Nami - One Piece&lt;br /&gt;8)  Meg - Burst Angel&lt;br /&gt;9)  Yamanaka Ino (If she shuts up) - Naruto&lt;br /&gt;10) Asuka Langley - Neon Genesis Evangelion&lt;br /&gt;11) Ivy - Soul Calibur&lt;br /&gt;12) Taki - Soul Calibur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m to lazy to tag people, so go tag yourselves.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2006 08:25:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Take me literally, I dare you</title>
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  <description>Something exploded not too long ago, and not too close to me. Maybe thats why I&apos;m just now feeling the shockwave, why I find myself unable to sleep as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn&apos;t affect me. This shouldn&apos;t be weighing so heavily on my mind, but for some reason it is. More so than anything I can remember in the past few years, this marks a departure - a departure from the world I knew, the world I believed in, the few things in life you felt were certain. The things you felt you could count on no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if everything were to somehow go back, to try to right itself now... it&apos;s too late. It can never be exactly the same as it was before. I feel the changes reverberating, and no matter what, things will be different from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think I like it. Not that I&apos;m opposed to change as a principle, but rather, what this change represents. The loss of purity, the loss of innocence, the loss of something beautiful. Rest in peace, beloved dream. I may rest in your comfort no more.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 20:50:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*ahem*</title>
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  <description>Few things rouse me to post. This is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ONEE-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape Chris or something. It&apos;s your day.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2006 10:06:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A real update? Yeah right!</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/hitori/pic/0003zx4f&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Organization XIII member are you? Find out &lt;a href=&quot;http://oritsuru.com/quiz/o13&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! And I didn&apos;t even manipulate the answers! ... though in retrospect, it woulda been extremely easy to do so!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2005 00:24:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I wont do it? Eat this Karen!</title>
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  <description>Seven things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;- Beat Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete&lt;br /&gt;- Get married&lt;br /&gt;- Cosplay as Shikamaru!&lt;br /&gt;- Write really bad ShikaTema fanfics&lt;br /&gt;- Learn Japanese&lt;br /&gt;- Attend my best friend&apos;s wedding ( &amp;lt;.&amp;lt; Chris, I&apos;m looking yer way)&lt;br /&gt;- See the end of Naruto and One Piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can do well:&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm... I guess I can write kinda well&lt;br /&gt;- I guess I can sing okay too&lt;br /&gt;- Physics - at least, people constantly ask me for help&lt;br /&gt;- Embarass myself in front of my english class ( ask me personally =P )&lt;br /&gt;- Kick people&apos;s ass with Shikamaru&lt;br /&gt;- DUEL! :D JOUNOUCHIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can&apos;t do:&lt;br /&gt;- Take my own advice&lt;br /&gt;- Kick people&apos;s ass with Itachi or Zabuza (which is okay, cuz I HATE both)&lt;br /&gt;- Stand up for myself&lt;br /&gt;- Manage my temper when I get stressed&lt;br /&gt;- Say the right thing at the right time&lt;br /&gt;- Finish what I start (I swear one day Commander Metmet, you shall live!)&lt;br /&gt;- Not sing when a song I know is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;- Sense of humor.  &amp;lt;-- GANKED! &amp;lt;.&amp;lt;; Double ganked&lt;br /&gt;- More decisive than me - I dont mind being told what to do, as long as they&apos;re...&lt;br /&gt;- Smart&lt;br /&gt;- Hair (I think I might have a thing for long hair, not sure)&lt;br /&gt;- Absolute dorkiness / shared interests (Ganking this too!)&lt;br /&gt;- Willingness to go to an anime con and cosplay&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm... ability with a whip? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I say most:&lt;br /&gt;- Lame&lt;br /&gt;- *incoherent stuttering*&lt;br /&gt;- Dude&lt;br /&gt;- Mmmkay&lt;br /&gt;- Hai!&lt;br /&gt;- Mendokuse... (or the english equivalent)&lt;br /&gt;- Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;- Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;- Halle Barry&lt;br /&gt;- Amy Lee &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;- ... Kelly Clarkson &amp;lt;.&amp;lt;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;- ... uhm... Angelina Jolie? Kinda...&lt;br /&gt;- Ugh, this is hard... uhm... the chick from Sugarland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 7 people:  ((to do this thing?))&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah&lt;br /&gt;- Adrienne&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;- Lorin&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm... Angelica&lt;br /&gt;- Day&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm... random person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Hows THAT? I did one of these! IN YER FACE!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 01:19:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>w00t!</title>
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