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  <title>TrueRaijin</title>
  <subtitle>TrueRaijin</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-08-11T00:29:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:167173</id>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-08-10T20:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T00:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T00:29:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Allright! I've definatly let this sucker lapse,and.. well, more importantly, I look back on it all, (or am grabbed forcibly and facerubbed in it...) it's mostly negative bullshit that bypasses all the important stuff. So! Time to fix that, make myself socially active again, and generally get the whole thing back on track! For this purpose, and many others, I am moving! *Sets a small nuclear device in the middle of the journal, and nods* Yup, that'll do it... Just finished setting the new one, I'll delete this one in a week or so. So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=jamesthestrange"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=jamesthestrange&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:167088</id>
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    <title>Report!</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T13:18:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T13:18:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, feeling MUCH better than last night. Dunno what triggered it, but probably Dad has been seriously stressing me out since I walked in the door. For one thing, his tenitis is obviously kicking up, since he hasnt spoken a single word at normal voice-tone. It's like he's always in caps, if not screaming, you know? Add to that he's basically lain down that I'm no longer a child in the house, I'm a tennant, but I WILL work 40 hours a week, subject to change only when I put a class shedule in his hands... Y'know, the usual sort of thing that happens when a kid declares he's moving out, and comes weeping back two months later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that! Because it's not a big deal. Why? Caus I already GOT me a new job! In the middle of paperworking, but the guy told me he liked me for it, so happydance time. I'm going to be, (drumroll please.....) &lt;br /&gt;A Securtiy officer at Six Flags! Now, this rocks for a great many reasons. One, it pays 8 bucks an hour. Better than any damned job I've ever had thusfar. Two, I'm pretty much guaranteed 40 hours, also better than any damned job I've had thusfar. Third, on my off days, or even when I'm just not punched in yet, I'm allowed access to the park! Which I must say, rocks all manner of ass. So, good summer job, start saving up, and then squeak into college come the fall. &lt;br /&gt;Another bit of good news for that, I've found out I dont need anything other than a brain to apply at the community colledge here, which takes a load of worry and paperwork off my back. I was worried I'd have to have school trancrips that dont exist, SAT scores that I never took... y;know, the same sort of worries every half-assedly homeschooled kid has. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is joyous to have me back, for the most part, and my siblings are allright. Josh has this cute little girlfriend who apparently likes recieving major hickeys, and has asked to borrow a paddle. XD Kiska..... Kiska still has Mike. The retard. No, seriously, he's deranged. Medicated and all. Some sort of hyper-super ADD, he has zero impulse control. Little fucker mooned his ass right on my car one time. suffice to say, I dont like him. I dont care about any sort of condition, girl, being stupid is no excuse to be an idiot. There IS no excuse period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmn... report on the great white north.... Ehh. Some good, some bad. I was couch-hopping the entire time. And only AFTER I leave does Jenna tell her two roomies she's moving. Made plenty of friends up there, most of whom I cant really get into contact with... But I'll fix that tutsuite. Jenna herself... we're still loosely together, but I refuse to stress it, or take any more wierdness. Fortunatly since it's pretty much back to online now, no worries of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my own opinion on all this... Mnnn. I have a bed again. My own bed. Mnnnn.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:166805</id>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-05-24T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T00:10:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T00:10:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Antisocial.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:166411</id>
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    <title>HOME!</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T20:56:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-23T20:56:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm home, safe, sane, sound, and so on. More details on later, once I'm all hooked back up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:165953</id>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-05-13T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T02:10:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T02:10:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To those it may concern. &lt;br /&gt;Jenna and I are now officially broken up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:165752</id>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-04-30T22:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-01T02:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T03:01:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How does a person go from being completly unable to listen to the most important things, to... well, being able to? &lt;br /&gt;Anybody? I've aparently got this hella big mental block that's completly fucking over every aspect of my life. There was a half joking line here about demanding solutions, but I wouldnt listen to it anyways, would I? Which means I need to come up with some way to beat this myself. Only thing is, I'm always so damned convinced I'm right, and that things need to be solved right the hell now, I refuse to be told 'leave it be', because that means you're encouraging the current state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, thats the issue. "Leaving something be encourages it's current state." Always fun when you figure these things out. Now intelectualy, I can look at that statement and know it's not true, but whenenver push comes to shove, I want to change states, make them better... More fitting my view, usually. &lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Thorny little bitch of a problem, this. I've got to break it, though. My foolishness is damn near killing Jenna, and our relationship. And with damn good reason, too. &lt;br /&gt;So. Knowing that... now what? Got nothing. Now I'll sleep on it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:164646</id>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-03-10T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T02:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T02:19:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I. HATE my little brother, with a depth and magnitude I cannot express. This is not a momentary thing, brought on by a particular bout of horribleness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply hate him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:164496</id>
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    <title>The value of cost.</title>
    <published>2005-03-09T13:42:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-09T13:42:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why should I be impressed if you can effortlessly do something? What does it prove to me?&lt;br /&gt;A person ought to be more impressed if an action costs you something, if it makes you impress yourself. &lt;br /&gt;The harder something is, the more valulable it is.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:164112</id>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-02-24T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-25T04:46:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-25T04:46:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hrmn. Existential question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are lies, and the results there-of, so hilarious? Piles of deciet, and all that junk, so bloody funny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing terribly angst-filled, mind you, just movies like Shark Tale, or anything else where the main comedic point is some big lie... they always kinda disturb me, rather than amuse, really. )</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:162633</id>
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    <title>Could be worse!</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T20:29:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T20:29:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=8657" alt="I am going to die at 78. When are you? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:162392</id>
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    <title>Alright, it's about time I started submitting to memes.... and hey, I gotta know. XD</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T04:05:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T04:05:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought? Post reply, then post this in your LJ and find out what my answer would be.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:162106</id>
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    <title>Wacky, wacky song.</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T01:33:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T01:33:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Do you NEED to guess? :P</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Believe me, Natalie&lt;br /&gt;Listen Natalie&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance to find&lt;br /&gt;A go-go dance to disco now &lt;br /&gt;Please believe me, Natalie&lt;br /&gt;Listen Natalie&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance to find&lt;br /&gt;A go-go dance to disco now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what they said in Soho&lt;br /&gt;Leave the oh-no's out&lt;br /&gt;And believe me, Natalie&lt;br /&gt;Listen Natalie&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old cliche&lt;br /&gt;Under your Monet, baby&lt;br /&gt;Remember the arch of roses&lt;br /&gt;Right above your couch&lt;br /&gt;Forget what they said in Soho&lt;br /&gt;Leave the oh-no's out&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is an old cliche&lt;br /&gt;Under your Monet, baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left the station now to the floor&lt;br /&gt;With speculation, what was it for?&lt;br /&gt;In that old hallway&lt;br /&gt;Moses, why don't you say&lt;br /&gt;You've been away for a long time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, Natalie&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance&lt;br /&gt;To find a go-go&lt;br /&gt;Forget what they said in Soho&lt;br /&gt;And walk away&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams for us can't get you through&lt;br /&gt;Just one more day&lt;br /&gt;It's alright by me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me somehow&lt;br /&gt;There's no time for survival left&lt;br /&gt;The time is now...&lt;br /&gt;Cause this might be your last chance&lt;br /&gt;To disco, oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD May I just take a moment to thank &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_sedyah' lj:user='sedyah' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sedyah.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sedyah.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sedyah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for introducing me to "The Killers", one of the coolest bands since Cake. Some of thier stuff is sappy/romantic, and then you get... wacky. Yet more points for her already towering lead in the "Most Awesome Woman the Universe Dares to Contain" award.</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-02-13T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T02:49:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T02:49:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Quiet.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well. Tonight I've done about one of the top stupidest things I've ever done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9, I had to go pick up Josh from work, and Kiska from her boyfriends. I drove to Mike's first, about 20 minutes out, and started driving back. There were frustrating factors to the event, I wont detail them because they arent important. I completly snapped at one of the ongoing factors, her bitching, and stopped the car, and forced her and Mike out. I then drove to pickup Josh from work, got a bite to eat, and cooled down. I dropped Kiska off at 8:54, and drove out of the parking lot at work at 9:05 or so. I spent the next 15-20 minutes going to find her, but she'd already been picked up I later found out. &lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I subsequently argued with Dad loudly about a lot of things, including various leftover anger I have at him for other things. &lt;br /&gt;But none of that is the point, since this is simply a recording of one of my worst acts of the year.</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-02-13T20:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T01:08:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T01:08:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DAMN. Just.... DAMN! &lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of martial arts flicks. So I've seen a lot of vicious hits. &lt;br /&gt;My ENTIRE Top 5 list is now from one movie, Ong Bak. Go see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somebody start cropping it for "OWNED!" icons. Seriously.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:161505</id>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-02-08T13:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T18:18:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T18:18:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn! nothing like a good workout. A half hour of DDR, and a 10-set of pushups between each song. Now that's progress!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trueraijin:161071</id>
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    <title>No, it dosent make any great deal of sense. I like the overall tone veryverymuch, however.</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T22:30:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T22:30:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All Because of You - U2</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was born a child of grace&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else about the place&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ugly but your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;And it left me no illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you in the curve of the moon&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow cast across my room&lt;br /&gt;You heard me in my tune&lt;br /&gt;When I just heard confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am...I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sound of my own voice&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give anyone else a choice&lt;br /&gt;An intellectual tortoise&lt;br /&gt;Racing with your bullet train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get squashed crossing the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Some people got high rises on their backs&lt;br /&gt;I'm not broke but you can see the cracks&lt;br /&gt;You can make me perfect again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am...I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm being born&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived, I'm at the door&lt;br /&gt;Of the place I started out from&lt;br /&gt;And I want back inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-02-02T00:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T05:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T05:31:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Question. Do you know the word "Grok"?&lt;br /&gt;Never read Stranger in a Strange Land, then?&lt;br /&gt;Children should LEARN to read with this book. It ought to be grafted into every holy book on the planet. It would be the first of my three wishes from a Genie to plonk the transcript into every human's mind.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That's not the point. The point is it means to drink. To know, understand, learn of, share from yourself, intermingle, to be at one with, to expose yourself to, to completly and utterly know something to the point where it is as breathing to you, to cherish and praise and hold deep and secret and part of the substructure of your bones, and the key of your smile, to give of your heart, to know, to love, to accept and be of and with, without, within... *Sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such beautiful words we as a species can imagine, words we can barely comprehend, but still. &lt;br /&gt;To grok completly, of this world, of the people in it, of my mate and her life and self, is a spiritual goal of mine. Just for reference.</content>
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    <title>Personal notes.</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T04:24:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T04:24:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, we learned something important today, didnt we, Me? All or nothing, because half is worse than anything else.</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2005-01-11T11:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T16:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-11T16:06:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a new backround pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.4channel.org/m/src/1105410567643.jpg"&gt;http://data.4channel.org/m/src/1105410567643.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just need to find more Atomosk.... Or Canti... Whichever.</content>
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    <title>Just so you all know.</title>
    <published>2005-01-04T23:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-04T23:38:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Aviator SO sucks. It's... spastic, and nonsensical. It just ruins the fact that Leo DiCaprio is hot. I mean, they sucked it right out of him. Sad. So, so, sad. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, Hughs, DiCaprio, heck, it had Hepburn! &lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I saw a trailer for Sin City, and THAT looks like it could very well own your behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themoviebox.net/movies/2005/STUVWXYZ/SinCity/trailer.php"&gt;http://www.themoviebox.net/movies/2005/STUVWXYZ/SinCity/trailer.php&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2004-12-27T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-28T01:53:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-28T02:34:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Final goal, three thousand. Currently have 931 in bank. One month into serious saving, three months left. Sounds like I'm doing well, no matter how you cut the math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========95 dollars made today. Bonus 25 from work for good performance in my paycheck. And twenty dollars worth of bagging.</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2004-12-24T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-25T04:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-25T04:43:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sorry, Jenna. I was an innatentive prick, and I apologize.</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2004-12-24T06:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T14:08:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T14:08:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dont usually make new years resolutions. They're kinda silly, in the all in all. but one good one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will stop being so bloody pushy.</content>
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    <title>trueraijin @ 2004-12-22T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T02:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T02:59:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Urgh. What a crappy day. Really. Crappy. No profit whatsoever. I held off bagging till late, figuring I'd be able to do an "evening" shift, stick with it, and do allright. No such luck. Every teenager on the planet showed up to bag. 20 minute waits, for 1 dollar tips. Two hours of that was enough to get me out of there. Between the pizza lunch I got before going in, and the three dollar fee.... Yeah. Zero profit. What a horrible day. On the plus side, REALLY kickass comic! It's kind of in a hiatus, supposedly coming back in a month, but what's there is 500 full page comics. (Basic backround to note, big male-killing virus hit a while back, interstellar chaos, the colonies are rebelling since the power structure is all wacky. Sounds like "Lesbians... in SPACE!" at first glance, but it's a lot better than that. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angels2200.com/"&gt;http://angels2200.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Yerk!</title>
    <published>2004-12-22T06:58:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-22T06:58:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>O-zone / Dragontea</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Have not been updating... bad TR, no biscut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Last few days have proven... less than profitable. Got World of Warcraft in a trade, and that's mighty addicting. My LVL 14 Undead Rouge is pure joy in a can, and my new Garrote move should make things so much more interesting. And I've just gotten access to an Elite quest, one of those unique instanced dungeons. Course, it means I'll have to leave the continent, and head from the Undercity to Orgrimarr.... Hrmn. Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Right. The Real World. Yeah. Bad news. My car. It's been pretty reliable thusfar. And still is, technicly. but. Oye... how best to tell the story? &lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday, I'm driving to work, just fine. I pull in, turn the car off.. Pop! Something goes, and a huge gout of white steam starts flowing from the hood. Not to mention a huge, sickly green stain flowing out from under the car.... Yeah. Oddly enough, I dont seem to be leaking anymore, but I'm still going to get it patched. I've also yet to update my Anti-virus... urgh. Those'll both be thirty bucks. Definatly need to re-double on my bagging. Yesterday, I did a respectable 50 at TB, but today, I didnt combo it. which leaves me with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================35. Nothing spent, yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the news. Sleepies now!</content>
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