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  <title>Kittens. Better than you.</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 10:07:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Beware fandom! A challenger approaches!</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Eeeehhhhfffffffuccckkkkk. I wrote this whole thing and forgot I wasn&apos;t in a typing program. I hit refresh instead of save and lost the whole thing. ;_; Now I have to recreate it from memory.&amp;nbsp; Booooooo. I&apos;m so pissed. Anyways, this is something I&apos;ve been thinking about for awhile, and it was inspired by George R.R. Martins &quot;A game of thrones.&quot; Which is a fabulous read, btw. Like The Wheel of time series but actually interesting and condensed into one book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Shiznat AU, kind of a prologue.&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A chill permeated the air though autumns end had yet to pass. By the calender,&amp;nbsp; the arboreal trees interspersed among the pine and fir should still have browning leaves upon their branches, yet they were bare, skeletal monoliths against the encroaching dark. A chill wind stirred the lightly falling snow into action, and flurries blew down to slowly melt their life away against her lined cloak. Her breath came out a cloud in miniature, dwarfed by the huffs her mount made and eclipsed by the burgeoning fog above, light against the darkening sky.&amp;nbsp; The horses hoofed steps made muffled crunches, dead fauna and sticks buried beneath a soft layer of snow. The rhythmic jangle of harness and soft exhalation of breath were the only things she could hear.&amp;nbsp; The forest that encroached upon her from both sides muffled all sound, and formed an irregular wall of greenery. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She leaned down to pat her steeds flank. &quot;Hurry, Yafusa. I&apos;ll wager Tokiha didn&apos;t prepare for this cold when she came up. Likely she&apos;ll be frozen solid by the time we get there.&quot; The stallion responded with an irritated snort and sped up jerkily in protest. She straightened up with a sigh, head tilted so her dark bangs fell out of her eyes. &quot;Likely she&apos;ll be an icicle.&quot; She murmured with a trace of amusement in her voice. Ahead, the narrow path opened suddenly into a natural clearing, sparsely fenced in by towering pines. On the other side a tanned palomino stood impatiently, reins hanging loosely. At her side an orange haired woman stood, clutching a brilliant red and gold cloak to her body. As the dark haired woman pulled Yafusa silently to a stop, she noticed that, indeed, Tokihas arms were bare, and she wore thin clothing.&amp;nbsp; Her head snapped up at the jangle of harness as she dismounted. &quot;N-Natsuki&quot; She blurted involuntarily. &quot;Yoz,&quot; Natsuki replied nonchalantly, one arm raised in a hello. &quot; What brings you to my lands, Tokiha? Surely it must be the weather.&quot; She chuckled at her own jest, but the orange haired woman only peered past her into the dark path. &quot;Duran isn&apos;t with you?&quot; Her voice was high, forced, Natsuki noted detachedly. &quot;I though it best to leave him at the castle.&quot; She thought upon it for a second, then added,&quot;Rather, he didn&apos;t want to leave the warmth of its&apos; walls. Speaking of which, Mai, why did you want to see me out here? You must have realized as soon as you passed the border you&apos;d be freezing.&quot; Mai nodded reluctantly, and bit her lower lip. &quot;Natsuki...&quot; she started. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She lifted her head, and Natsuki was surprised to see tears in her eyes. &quot;Mai, what? Are you that cold?&quot; She advanced across the clearing, the thin crust of snow breaking under her feet. She reached up to unfasten her cloak. &quot;Take my cloak, Mai, it&apos;s better than that flimsy thing you have on.&quot; &quot;Natsuki.....m...orry&quot; Her voice stopped the ebony haired warrior cold, and her fingers stilled at the clasp of her cloak. &quot;What?&quot; She looked up, surprised to see tears running down Mais face. &quot;Natsuki I&apos;m so sorry!&quot; She cried out and dashed away into the dark. &quot;W-what? Mai?&quot; In her confusion Natsuki missed the rising magic in the air, and then it was too late. The entire clearing as lit by a lurid purplish-red light, and a magical rune appeared in glowing letters under her feet. Dimly Natsuki heard Yafusa screaming in terror, then her world went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s rough, there are billions of spelling and grammar errors, but...comments? Anyone?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 22:13:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Mai Hime referenced in Sayoara Zetsubou Sensei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;om nom nom&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;704&quot; height=&quot;396&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r106/drataia/1189960884238.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crossover no one could have predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 03:28:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My camera finally came through! Kinda. I really wish I had a decent scanner.It would really make life easier. Until then, though, this is the level of quality I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;Marker is ok&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; alt=&quot;lol wut&quot; src=&quot;http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r106/drataia/IMG_0875.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pencil is just, blah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r106/drataia/IMG_0877.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, foot :3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;375&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r106/drataia/IMG_0876.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 03:54:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Noir</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 08:33:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>OH MY FUCK THERE&apos;S AN ANT IN MY EYE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET I STILL MANAGE TO POST WITH PERFECT GRAMMAR!!!11!1!!one111!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THAT, UM......ENTOMOLOGISTS!!!!11!1!1!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 08:25:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Senior Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The culmination of my childhood, and the doorway through which I will become an adult. I stand on a mountaintop. Behind me lies what was; a murky trail marked by the occasional gust of clear memory. Before me lies the future, a world and word I have yet to fully comprehend. Summer has ended, recharged me for what may be yet another session of poor marks and empty frosting cans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But why should this be the standard against which I am measured? Tests and essays, these can only skim the surface of a persons qualities. There are no exams to test the strength of a heart, a will, a soul. Yet society demands it, that I submit myself to its convoluted pleasures and happily accept whatever pittances it chooses to hand out. I am expected to grovel to a world that sees me only as a number in a ledger, represented by a handful of letters and more numbers, useless scraps that will ultimately make or break my fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I will do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will face the sun proudly, with eyes wide open, a dark grin present on my face. I will leap through the doorway and tumble down the mountainside to my future, uncertainties tearing at my skin, roaring exultantly all the while. I have hopes. I have dreams. I will fall, certainly, I will fall. But I will get back up, wipe the blood from my mouth, and keep on grinning. Because this is my future. This is my life. And I will live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r106/drataia/botumidori.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 05:24:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>lol. My sister just called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks up the phone*&lt;br /&gt;sib: what does fubar mean?&lt;br /&gt;self: hello?&lt;br /&gt;sib: that thing you told me in mexico. what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;self: Kristin?&lt;br /&gt;sib: Yeah, what does fubar mean?&lt;br /&gt;self: Um, it&apos;s a military term. fucked up beyond all reason.&lt;br /&gt;sib: Thank you, love you, bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;self: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversations we have are fun =D</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 01:18:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am both horrified and delighted by the following video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;2&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Live Lucky Star Op. It&apos;s, um....interesting would be the polite thing to say here, but I&apos;ve never been one to be polite, so, Miyuki why the f*** aren&apos;t you smiling! What&apos;s with the guys with pom poms?! D) That&apos;s just wrong. WRONG! And lol, Tsukasa, OR SHOULD I SAY HARUHI? You fool no one with that wig. NO ONE! Damn haruhiists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my SAT scores back today, score of almost 2000, which I guess is good? I have no idea. I hope it&apos;s good, because if I want to get into a good college I&apos;m going to need all the high scores I can get, &amp;lt;strike&amp;gt; what with my 2.5 GPA D:&amp;lt;/strike&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream last night was win! mixing two of my favorite things: zombies and ShizNat. Don&apos;t frown, people. Zombies, and the movies/books that represent them, are awesome. Anyways, this dream came complete with a believable plot, so I&apos;m going to try my hand at some fanfiction. Should be a good ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: OMG&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: drataia!!!!~!!~!@#%!~@!#~!#@&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: ...&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: ?&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: there a new gundam cumming!!!!!@#!@%#!@#$!@%!&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: lol&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: i totally &lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: That&apos;s a mental image to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: meant to say&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: coming&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: *snort* pervert&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: lets start over&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: k&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: drataia.&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz:&amp;nbsp; Yes, Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: D:&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: i would prefer a moniker more suiting to my position, please&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: k&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: Yes, Uke.&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: D&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: not always&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: n e ways&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: :P&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: theres a new gundam series coming out&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: Is Athrun in it?&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: no&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: Well fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: aw&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: give it a chance&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: Does it star a bunch of guys who look gay?&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: which gundam series doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: lol&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: Point.&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: So why tell me?&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: just giving you &lt;br /&gt;hacker6:a heads up on &lt;br /&gt;hacker6:a new series from &lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: lol&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: area 11&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: wot?&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: If you talked the way you type, everyone would think you have athsma.&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: T3T&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: I&apos;m Jake, and...I like to...play videogames...to the point of....exhaustion...&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: lulz&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: Watun: Are you ok, gay lover? You sound as though you&apos;re dying. Have some tea.&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: =D&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: Oh no, dear...heart, I just....talk this way....&lt;br /&gt;hacker6: you make me sound anemic&lt;br /&gt;frostingplz: ----------:3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 06:20:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>DIE SUN, DIE IN A FIERY EXPLOSION THAT WILL AMUSE ME WITH THE IRONY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m a beta again, yay. Someone new to grammar nazi at. This weekend, after the SATs and the party and the Zelda-ing and the cutting of the curtains and the L Word (subtle to do list there) it&apos;s totally gonna be beta marathon all the way!! Hardcore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, ShizNat LOST in Yuribous &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.yuribou.net/blog&quot;&gt;Yurivision&lt;/a&gt; contest. I have no comments on that. I&apos;m still in shock. I can&apos;t bear to face all the &quot;ShizNat makes me happy&quot; taglines posted in room. Is this how Americans felt during the great depression? Let down? It is a heavy feeling. I need frosting. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 22:26:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Haha, Margaret Cho. You Korean liberalist, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clip is low quality, but funny as hell. All her acts are perfect for quoting. &quot;Where&apos;s my parade? What about Slut Pride?&quot; LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I&apos;m wondering how fanime turned out for my homies. I&apos;m regretting not asking them to buy me some Hime swag, but whatever. There&apos;s always next year, and Sac-con in July, which I will TOTALLY be at and cosplaying. Hitsugaya ftw!&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: line-through;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 04:08:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Lol. So I decided to get a live journal, despite the fear that the only things I&apos;ll write in it will be complaints about food. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Me! =D</description>
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  <lj:music>Juanes- Volverte A Ver</lj:music>
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