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  <title>Logan's LJ</title>
  <subtitle>For No Reason at All.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-07-10T18:06:46Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:25614</id>
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    <title>Allow me to tell you a story about a retarded cardinal</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T18:06:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T18:06:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As most of you know, there are a lot of birds in the backyard here in Florida.  I have had the pleasure of watching several of them have babies (Most of them stay in the same territory for a long time) so it's fairly enjoyable to have something to look at when you're outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a couple of months ago my mom and I noticed that one of the two baby Cardinals was not really "progressing" quite so much.  While one of them was able to feed itself, the other one would sit DIRECTLY on top of a pile of birdseed and beg it's dad to feed it.  (They do this by chirping really loudly while flailing their wings up and down-quite amusing.)  Anyway, my mom was joking about Mr. Cardinal's concerns for having a "short-busser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I saw both of the babies for the first time since they've started growing in their adult feathers.  One is a boy and one is a girl (you can't tell when they're young.)  The boy was busy taking a bath in the pond, while the girl.. well...  First she tried to sit on the top of a bird feeder that has a protective dome on it to keep out squirrels.  She slid right down off of that and flew away in a panic.  Then she sat on top of another feeder looking confused.  After that, she tried for about five minutues to find a good seat on top of a papyrus plant.  Each time it just bent under her weight (which isn't much, mind you) and she nearly dipped into the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think she's eaten anything yet today.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:25365</id>
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    <title>Uh...</title>
    <published>2009-06-27T03:47:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-27T03:47:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anyone wanna come to FL sometime within the next two weeks?  I'll feed you.  Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm not invited to the annual Martha's Vineyard trip, so I'm gonna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest person I know is in Atlanta.  Grrr...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:25124</id>
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    <title>I've been trying not to post the unhappy, but shizzle happens.</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T21:15:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T21:15:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So.&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;What's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abandoned.  Is this intentional?  If it is, just let me know so I can figure out what to do next and stop sitting around wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm... kind of freakin out here.  There are a couple people I know who don't hate me, so I suppose I'll survive, but... still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely* intend to piss people off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love BBLEIBMT IM RUNNING OUT OF LETTERS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there are certain cicumstances involving people named jon and perhaps that one time I attempted arson... oh and a couple of small children, probably.  Maybe my sister too.  Anyway... my point is that whatever it was, it was an accident I'm sure.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:24958</id>
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    <title>!!!</title>
    <published>2009-05-11T20:22:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-11T20:22:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I is a gradumate!  I feel smarter already... :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:24656</id>
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    <title>Crazy</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T22:03:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T22:03:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None... I'm listening to Margaret Cho</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, every self-test I take says I likely have schizophrenia.  They probably can't say "definitely," though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially that "noticeable drop in grades" one.</content>
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    <title>This is for katie...</title>
    <published>2009-04-05T08:12:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-05T08:12:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/80587826/"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/80587826/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:24296</id>
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    <title>hmm no more url image uploads for me.</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T05:28:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T05:28:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>echo and the bunnymen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, apparently an icon of mine was changed without my consent, so I added a couple new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if anyone remembers this one...lol</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:23820</id>
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    <title>ZOMG this is so much fun!!!!!</title>
    <published>2009-03-16T09:53:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-16T09:55:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, the fabulous people over at B3ta.com sent out a link to www.meandr.net where you start a sentence and it finishes it by searching for random things in twitter.  I guess it's just "insert noun, adjective, verb" kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, don't piss me off or:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---I'll feed you to the people in the large purple gorilla and banana costumes handing out one dollar bills to be kind of irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---it when people say 'back in the day when people had to use win excel to finish.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---the idea for a song I record on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---this job some days not enough to pay for classes rocks me. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---strong winds. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---the bus driver' said low cloud.  (I make up my own punctuation sometimes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---into it and wrote a contract that requested in section f that we weren't able to meet with some of his current batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---had a dream where I went back to wv to do the groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---cook food? I really wanted to see space mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---give me the lesson of the life of Hatebear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---have to be so territorial? (is he a dog?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ---buy my brother a present off of your direction today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah, I should end this before it gets ridiculously long.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:23722</id>
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    <title>WOOHOO</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T23:09:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-05T23:09:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I took poor Vel back into the computer depot and they fixed him up but good.  I HAVE INTERNETS.  I also don't have to fuck around with Jeremy's broken keyboard anymore.  My keyboard works fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some of my friends will understand that it took me so long to do this because I kind of had the following mindset.&lt;br /&gt;"but... sims still works... so... yeah... I can wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, cuz sims is totally the only importance in my life right now.  :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:23336</id>
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    <title>I steal surveys and memes from Icey like it's my JOB</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T19:48:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T19:48:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none.  I be in a library</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Name three things that you're addicted to:&lt;br /&gt;sleep, sims, salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to download your music or buy the cd?&lt;br /&gt;download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played Pokemon for 6 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't played for 6 seconds straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something that you can't live without?&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of, but they flare at the knee because tapered-leg anything kind of sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dreamt of a fictional character?&lt;br /&gt;who hasn't?  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe 10?  I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about asking someone out, but you didnt?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you had asked that person out when you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Um.  Hmm.  Maybe "Toe Jam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to die today, would your life be complete?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Playing with dried ice in lab today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Kate?  Chazz?  Crap I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;There are some details missing, but usually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people?&lt;br /&gt;I kind of start out neutral, (as in I trust them not to punch me randomly) but then people either become trustworthy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last for an hour without talking?&lt;br /&gt;I do that daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for someone?&lt;br /&gt;It kind of depends on who it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were invisible for a day, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I would NEVER SLEEP because I would need to research EVERYTHING.  And by "thing," I mean "one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If going back in time was an option would you?&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think people dwell on the past too much?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but if we didn't dwell at all, we probably wouldn't learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl was gorgeous but an absolute idiot, would you go for her anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  I'm straight.  Also I hate idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most attractive person you know personally?&lt;br /&gt;Um.  I don't know.  The most attractive person I've SEEN was actually a tranny.  Figure that out.  He fooled me.  Totally thought he had a penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything on your body hurt?&lt;br /&gt;My hips a little bit, but that's because I carry tension in them and I'm sitting crosslegged in a wooden chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you thought about?&lt;br /&gt;Um... Obviously that tranny from like... 2 questions ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you went outside?&lt;br /&gt;On the way to lab.  i still haven't left the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want more than you have in life?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I feel like everyone can think of something they'd like changed.  But I'm not completely miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you laugh off embarrassment or do you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;If it's REALLY embarassing I might run and hide, but usually I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing at all?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you live with?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, and about 6 people I hardly know.  And Berkley the dog, but I don't see much of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your bedroom smell like?&lt;br /&gt;It smells like clutter.  And a bit of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the highlight of your week so far?&lt;br /&gt;Um.  I don't know.  Maybe playing with dry ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you watched in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez... it's been awhile.  Kate or Katie will have to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Katie.  Maybe Will.  I CAN"T REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Blue-grey.  Mostly grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the same phone as you?&lt;br /&gt;Probably a lot of people.  I have a red chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drank 15 shots, what would you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;All at once?  I'd be on the floor.  Perhaps naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Before school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;blue, black, silver, deep purples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any friends that you've known for 10 years or more?&lt;br /&gt;EH.  I met EH when I was what... 7?  8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to have long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of iffy, because I like having long hair, but I have a cowlick that grows hair in a completely different texture, and it breaks easily.  So when I have long hair, as in now, it's kind of unbalanced.  lol.</content>
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    <title>I just received THIS in my inbox.</title>
    <published>2009-02-12T20:59:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T21:00:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Allison Dresser,&lt;br /&gt;This is a semi-annual TEST broadcast message from UVM's CatAlert system.  In the event of a real emergency, you would have received specific information and directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;UVM CatAlert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the point of this.&lt;br /&gt;1.  No one in their right mind would respond to an EMERGENCY through email.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have no need to respond to this, so they'll have no idea if I received it.  If I didn't receive this message, I wouldn't have responded.  Hmm...  Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, though?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:22946</id>
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    <title>I like when errors benefit me.</title>
    <published>2009-02-12T06:24:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T06:24:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>80s MUSIC BIOTCHES</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I don't know how many of you use this, but Yahoo has an awesome radio service... you can choose between a ridiculous quantity of stations (seriously, you don't need "big hits of the 80s" "80s alternative" "80s pop" "80s rock" "80s soft pop" and "80s dance party"... don't get me wrong.. that's AWESOME, but not quite NECESSARY... (Can you tell what I've been using this thing for?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, they kind of messed up, because they've given me premium access.  I did not pay for premium access, but it just kind of fell in my lap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I have no ads, unlimited skips, and higher quality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enjoy this for as long as I possibly can.  WOot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:22606</id>
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    <title>Oh you crazy sims.</title>
    <published>2009-02-05T05:06:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T00:38:51Z</updated>
    <category term="velville"/>
    <content type="html">I love how insanely jealous sims get.  I have a group of 7 people in college (were 8, but one of them was kind of apathetic and I pulled her out to make space for someone else later) and I've been rather amused by four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Edman - Randomly ADORABLE adopted kid from two fat* lesbians&lt;br /&gt;Chloe Gonzaga - One of the NPCs that Sam was best friends with and whined until she came along.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Marsh - Really easily excited wannabe womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Janice DeRaine - Pink-haired daughter of evil Fred (whom you may remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sam and Chloe very early decided that they were in love and became engaged.  However, when I chose for Chloe's secondary aspiration to be romance she decided that she wanted to be a whore and fell for Jimmy, who is sexually attracted to EVERY woman he sees. (including the pregnant 40 some year old mother of the girl who incidentally dropped out)  Naturally, Jimmy had no problem with this and they had a thing on the side.  When one of Chloe's aspirations was to Marry Jimmy (um... no?) I decided that I needed to stop this, because I felt bad for Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jimmy moved on IMMEDIATELY to Janice.  He has no soul.  Kind of like Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a year later Chloe saw Jimmy kissing Janice and freaked the fuck out.  Keep in mind that Janice has no idea about anything that happened with Chloe and Jimmy so she has no idea why one of her friends keeps stalking her and poking her in the chest angrily.  Sam remains completely oblivious to the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Janice and Jimmy are engaged but I'm pretty sure that won't last long.  Oh, and Chloe still wants to have sex with more people.  I love when they say they want to "woo hoo with 3 different sims" because it doesn't specify anything.  &lt;br /&gt;"I want to fuck somebody else!"  &lt;br /&gt;"whom?"  &lt;br /&gt;"don't care!"&lt;br /&gt;"um... okay then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I was right.  Janice and Jimmy broke up.  Janice decided that she was in love with Jimmy's twin brother, Johnny.  They had "woohoo" and Jimmy is still a virgin.  Yep.  Sucks to be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he doesn't care, he wants to be with someone else anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am rather dissapointment with the sims assessment of "fat."  Seriously... they could have actually made some real, discernable fatness.  All it does is make a belly and give the girls bigger, slightly saggier boobs and bigger hips.  That's about it.  Seriously, it's like going from a size 2 to a 10.  ish.  I'm not good with sizes.</content>
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    <title>Haha prepare to nearly pee your pants</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T20:52:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T20:52:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>um duh</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_xSbiGWzuQ&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_xSbiGWzuQ&amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:22061</id>
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    <title>Oh stupid cat.</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T22:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T22:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yet again, Luna has eaten something bad.  She somehow managed to sneak onto the counter and eat half a stick of butter. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to watch out for epic kitty diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to remember posting earlier about her eating something else...I'll have to go back and refresh my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw: I'm not really apathetic, I just thought it would be a funny choice.  And then I realized that "apathetic" is Sawyer.  I'm gonna use this one more often.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:21943</id>
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    <title>The Story of Fred DeRaine</title>
    <published>2008-12-27T21:39:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-27T21:40:35Z</updated>
    <category term="velville"/>
    <content type="html">(This involves the sims, so if you're not interested, then just ignore.  However, if you like the game and it's epic soap-operaness, enjoy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cut&gt;Velville, USA sits betwixt a town reserved for all the most prestiguous celebrities and a slum dedicated to those humans too malformed to be allowed anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;One day, ginger douchebag Fred DeRaine and his black wife Andrea move in with their two daughters: 14 year old Lacoya, and 9 year old Janice.  Move in day was celebrated with the conception of a set of twins, Zoe and Xander.  However, it wasn't long before Fred met the single girl next door, Tamara Isle.  She dressed like a middle-aged housewife, but she was young and beautiful, and also red-haired like Fred, himself.&lt;br /&gt;Tamara had no children and no pets, so when Fred introduced himself--alone, she was glad to make quick friends with him.  Unusually unphased by Fred's refusal to show her his house, she decided that she was in love.  It wasn't long before they slept together.  Tamara was unfortunate in her high fertility, and little Faye was born around the same time as the DeRaine twins.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, poor Eugene Jonas (an ugly as all fuck flat-faced moron married to a fake-tanned blonde bimbo with black haired daughters that can't possibly be his.) decided that he was also smitten with Tamara.  Tamara, however, had no interest in becoming anything more than friends, for she was convinced that Fred would move on from his "bachelor" ways and marry her.  Imagine Eugene's dismay when Tamara welcomed Fred over to meet his two year old daughter.  Fred ignored the child, invited himself into Tamara's bed for a second time and left her pregnant with little Fiona.  After that, when Tamara desperately plead to be wed, Fred acted incredibly disgusted and swore he would never see her, or the little ginger babies, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years pass; Lacoya has grown up and moved out, Janice has become a teenager, and the twins have finally been given separate rooms in the new house mommy mostly paid for.  Eugene still hasn't been able to have an affair with Tamara, because she still stairs longinglg at that one photobooth picture of her and Fred above the living room couch.&lt;br /&gt;One day, for no reason whatsoever, Fred decided to invite Tamara over to see the new house.  It was a weekday, so none of the children were home.  Fred hoped that if he skipped certain rooms, and did a little cleaning, Tamara would assume Fred was rich and successful and owned the entire house by himself.  She fell for it, and tried to flirt shamelessly.  To make herself more convincing, the little girls came along for the ride.  Fred apologized for everything, stupidly professing his love for Tamara, taking her right to his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;However, timing was not so good, for by the time the two lovebirds were finished copulating, the entire DeRaine family had returned home.  Most of them wondered who the little redheads were, but little Xander wandered upstairs to go to the bathroom, only to walk in on his father making out with a stranger!  He was so upset, he continued on to the bathroom and wept.  It wasn't long before he called his mother to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Andrea divoced Fred's sorry ass and moved into a small apartment building next to her eldest daughter, who was oblivious to the whole affair.  Janice decided that this was a good time to escape to VC. (the only college was unfortunately unavailable for poor Lacoya.)  The day ended with tactless Fred and desparate Tamara tying the knot in the backyard.  Xander ate cake and ignored everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine, until Tamara's BFF Eugene decided to enact revenge on Fred.  His dead body marked the worst day ever for Tamara Isle-DeRaine, who now is left as a single mother again, this time with four kids, and only half of them are even hers.&lt;br /&gt;She has Fred's sports car though, so it can't all be bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cut&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:21690</id>
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    <title>Damn JFK</title>
    <published>2008-12-25T03:05:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T03:05:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Christmas music from the living room</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Travelling to florida was pretty stressful; because of all the weather I finally landed in Tampa at 3:30 am.  I was supposed to be there by like... midnight.&lt;br /&gt;The first wait wasn't bad, as I was seated next to an outlet and played sims from quarter to 5 to 7:30 pm.  Funtimes.  I managed to get BBLEI through their last year at college.  Now Icey and I work on a tiny lot with four buildings (eventually we'll all be there)  I was temporarily in show business long enough to get the plastic surgery machine, so now I fix people's faces.  Icey takes in stray cats.  (Wow, I'm sure that shocked you)  BB and EH aren't in yet, as I can't figure out exactly what I want them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finally got to JFK in NY things started to become annoying.  Sans outlet, Vel will only run for about 45 minutes if I'm playing sims (it takes up uber battery power apparently--more so than I expected) so I spent a lot of time without a computer, and a practically dead cell phone which needed to remain unused so I'd have it to call my parents when I got to Tampa.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having to entertain a trucker for awhile.  He randomly decided that I was approachable and would not stop talking to me.  I took a bathroom break, and a food break just to have an excuse to go elsewhere.  He was a nice guy, but seriously... two hours of chatting with some random southerner is a bit difficult.&lt;br /&gt;On the plane, I spent 3 hours trying to sleep, because it was late and my tv wasn't working.  I was sitting next to a 7 year old who found that I was more comfortable than her dad, so she slept on my shoulder.  She was cute, but it was a little awkward.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I slept ALL day long after I landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we open up the rest of the presents.  (We opened the ones to and from my aunt and uncle 'cuz they're going birding tomorrow morning.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:21307</id>
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    <title>Not so happy post</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T22:46:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T22:46:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate world of warcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played it, it's somewhat fun, though it can be infuriating when your quests are too hard.  (like mine right now... my character is level 12 and the reccommended level for the things they want me to do is like 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. Jeremy is obsessed with it.  He plays it for about 6 hours every day.  I got into a little skirmish with him the other day because it was the weekend and he played it the entire time.  He said "I really only get to play with my friends on the weekend"&lt;br /&gt;Fine.  Whatever.  So on monday, I expected him to not be playing.  He was.  As soon as he woke up.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you said you couldn't play during the week."&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't say that"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, but you said you 'really' only play on the weekend because your friends aren't online."&lt;br /&gt;"I really only get to play on the weekend because during the week I'm at your dorm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here is that for this week I'm staying with him.  Ergo, It's wednesday, and he's only gotten off the computer to pee, shower, go get his car fixed, hang out with his other friends with me (once) and sleep.  Essentially.&lt;br /&gt;I got into playing to try to get involved.  Have him play with me, so I don't hate the game so much.  That failed, as he expects me to want to play when he's not here, and when he is here he just hops on my computer.  To "look stuff up on the internet."&lt;br /&gt;"stuff = world of warcraft"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what my life is going to be like for the entirety of next semester I'm not going to be happy.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:20992</id>
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    <title>Someone happy post</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T22:35:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T22:35:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling&lt;br /&gt;If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 10-20, you are normal.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.&lt;br /&gt;People who don’t have any are liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the dark &lt;br /&gt;[ ] being a parent&lt;br /&gt;[x] giving birth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being myself in front of others&lt;br /&gt;[ ] open spaces &lt;br /&gt;[X] closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] heights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] birds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being touched &lt;br /&gt;[ ] deep water&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snakes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] silk  (SILK?????)&lt;br /&gt;[X] failure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] success&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thunder/lightning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] frogs/toads&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad&lt;br /&gt;[ ] boyfriends/girlfriends mom&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rats&lt;br /&gt;[X] jumping from high places&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wind&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crossing hanging bridges&lt;br /&gt;[X] death&lt;br /&gt;[ ] heaven&lt;br /&gt;[X] being robbed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] falling&lt;br /&gt;[x] clowns&lt;br /&gt;[X] dolls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] large crowds of people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] men&lt;br /&gt;[ ] women&lt;br /&gt;[ ] having great responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;[x] doctors, including dentists&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[X] incurable diseases&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sharks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poverty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] trains&lt;br /&gt;[ ] odd numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] even numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being alone  &lt;br /&gt;[ ] becoming blind&lt;br /&gt;[X] becoming deaf&lt;br /&gt;[X] growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] creepy noises in the night&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bee stings &lt;br /&gt;[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goals&lt;br /&gt;[x] needles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blood&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the welcome mat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] high speed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] throwing up (fear it)&lt;br /&gt;[X] falling in love&lt;br /&gt;[ ] super secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: 14</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Phobias</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T05:22:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T05:22:07Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I really wish I could watch The Dark Knight, because people keep telling me how awesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, The Joker's Droogies scare the SHIT out of me.  Damn clowns.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:20600</id>
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    <title>Da Plane Boss, Da Plane!</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T03:11:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T03:11:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a plane ticket!  And my dad paid for it.  I heart daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be landing in Burlington Airport Saturday (yes, this saturday) at about 4 pm.  Ten minutes of, if you care.  Y'know, actually, considering how badly the plane industry has been the past few days, expect me at 4:30.  heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I'm guarenteed 2 weeks, and that's only if I DON"T find a job.  If I do, I'm staying 'til school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME HANG OUT WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you're curious, the little pixel people are from my book.  (Well, they aren't specific people.  Maybe I'll do that part later) I was curious and drew them to scale.  There are four little people in the front, but you can barely see them, as they are midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lo-wakemeupbeforeyougogo-gan</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evillttlimp:20241</id>
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    <title>Florida-ness</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T10:55:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T10:55:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>If incessent frog chirping qualifies as music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi people.  Figured I'd give an update.&lt;br /&gt;La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point A: I am still in Florida, but by the weekend my parents should be back, and some undetermined time after that I will be making my way to Burlington, hopefully for keeps.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point B: If you've heard me whine about being down here, you've probably heard about the frogs and the toads.  Holy shit they are EVERYWHERE.  One of them ended up INSIDE the lanai.  Er.. I think that's how you spell that.  *shrug*  Anyway, it's insane.  Which brings me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point C: Male toads are REALLY determined.  Even if you scoop them out of a pond with a net, mid-spawn, they will not let go.  And when the female is desperately trying to escape the mystery predator, they will not let go.  When you put the net face down onto a plank of wood to try to remind them that they are no longer in the water, they will not let go.  Even when humans attempt to pry their little toady legs off of the squeezed innards of the sad, female toads, they will not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after a few hours, and probably after dry-spawning, as I will call it, he'll let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point D: The soap opera is coming.  Yeah, Icey knows that I have this odd fascination for writing these things.  Well, people are taking turns, three scenes at a time.  If you want to join in, feel free, but only if you're willing to commit one way or the other.  If you ever just stop caring, please just send it on, so that it's not lost in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Katie has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point E: I really, really, really love digital cable.  I have a lot of Ace of Cakes, Growing Up, Vh1 Classic 80's, Meerkat Manor, How it's Made, Plastic Surgery, and Mystery Diagnosis to watch while under house arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point F: I've re-discovered how friggen addicting age of empires III is.  Damn.  Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's it.  Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  How friggen obvious is the "awake" mood.  That's kind of a *headdesk* kind of duh.</content>
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    <title>*sigh... moving...</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T16:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T16:28:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something out on the green that sucks.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well.  This be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of tomorrow I'm going to be on the way to florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm going to miss:&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;hills&lt;br /&gt;having someone in my bed&lt;br /&gt;playing 2 player video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will need to entertain myself with:&lt;br /&gt;computer&lt;br /&gt;internet&lt;br /&gt;silly nintendo games Jeremy hacked onto my computer&lt;br /&gt;Puppy&lt;br /&gt;The two cats (sigh... no more molly)&lt;br /&gt;A Job question mark?</content>
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    <title>well then...</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T03:33:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T03:33:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tim Booth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Apparently my mother is encouraging my eating habits.  I took a nap after lunch (which was at like 3, but if we're gonna get technical, it was breakfast) and woke up at about 8:45 pm, from my LOST alarm (which I haven't watched yet, so tell me nothing!) and then fell back asleep.  Yeah, I know.  Well, I woke up again at about 11 and went looking for the 'rents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi"&lt;br /&gt;"hi"&lt;br /&gt;"what're you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"looking for my glasses"&lt;br /&gt;"...you're wearing them"&lt;br /&gt;"these are my BAND glasses for playing trombone, i need my REGULAR ones.  I've looked all over the house..."&lt;br /&gt;"oh.  i hope you find them"&lt;br /&gt;"it's hopeless, I'll need to get new ones, but the eye doctor is on vacation."&lt;br /&gt;(this continues for like 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;"oh.... so um, did you guys have dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;"we fended* you had had a bacon-egg-and-cheese and were sound asleep so we didn't wake you."&lt;br /&gt;"oh, ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fending: (verb, use in past tense) to, as parents, scrounge the house for food and neglect to inform the offspring it's happening.  Preferrably in practice 5 to 6 days a week.</content>
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    <title>V-Day</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T05:45:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T05:45:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cranberries</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have flowers!  Beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, there's something making me feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you, guilt complex.</content>
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