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  <updated>2008-04-28T23:16:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:4486</id>
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    <title>I've been thinking...</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T23:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T23:16:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;As May 2nd draws nearer, I can't help but wonder about a few things.&amp;nbsp; Did hide know he was going to die that day?&amp;nbsp; Not like a planned suicide or anything, but like, maybe it /was/ his time to go?&amp;nbsp; Also, if it wasn't his time, could he have been stopped?&amp;nbsp; From what I've read, he lived with his girlfriend and his brother and when he came home, he was drunk and went upstairs to bed.&amp;nbsp; I mean, there were two sober people in the house and no one thought to keep a close watch on him.&amp;nbsp; But, if it /was/ his time, maybe his brother and girlfriend knew it, and there was nothing they could do to stop him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm rambling on like a crazy person, but I've had this on my mind for a long time.&amp;nbsp; I'm also not feeling well, which accounts for the rambling.&amp;nbsp; I just really needed to get this off of my mind, and it was really hard to put into words.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:4242</id>
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    <title>Beach day!</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T23:48:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T23:48:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, it's prom night tonight, and my friend and I decided not to go.&amp;nbsp; So, we decided to spend the afternoon at the beach.&amp;nbsp; After we baked on the beach for about 2 hours, we walked the store and restaraunt strip.&amp;nbsp; The beach community here is small, so there wasn't much to do, but we ended up buying drinks and coffin-shaped butane lighters at the gas station xDD.&amp;nbsp; Before we headed to the beach, I made a run into Spencer's to get the incense burner I need/want for my May 2nd plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got friggen burnt x.x&amp;nbsp; My back, legs, and this one spot under my bikini top.&amp;nbsp; So I'm like, in pain T___T&amp;nbsp; And what's funny is that I greased up really well and spent the same amount of time on both my back and stomach.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:4067</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Back in Time</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T00:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T00:31:59Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <category term="time travel"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could travel in time, which era would you visit and why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd travel back into the 1770's, just so I could mess with the founding fathers and screw up America's history xD&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:3749</id>
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    <title>One Thing Leads to Another</title>
    <published>2008-04-13T15:28:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T15:28:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;((For a fanfic contest))&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;The night was young, and a thunderstorm tore through the area.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Set in one the multi-million dollar neighborhoods that dotted the city of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Encino&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, stood a house; a house bigger than life itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In that house, was a room.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The room held several shelves of books, knickknacks, and other assorted furniture.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Against the wall was a giant flatscreen TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On this flatscreen TV was an old Stephen King movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In front of the TV was a couch, and on this couch lay our two lovers, one against the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yoshiki lay with his back pressed up against the back of the couch, shirt askew, in dark blue pajama pants.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His head rested on a square pillow that lay on the arm rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kael, laying with her back pressed against Yoshiki’s bare chest, also wore her pajamas, which consisted of a black cami and green terrycloth shorts.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In one hand was a carton of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream, and in the other was a spoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The ice cream had been sitting out in room temperature for some time, so it was beginning to melt.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She scooped up a spoonful and offered it to Yoshiki.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He moved to receive the bit of ice cream that was offered to him, but before his mouth came in contact with it, a droplet of it escaped the spoon and landed on his bare chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Crap…” he mumbled.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A sly smile crossed Kael’s face.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She placed the spoon and the ice cream container on a napkin she had sitting on the end table.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She sat up and looked Yoshiki in the eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He knew what she was about to do, and the thought made him grin.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kael leaned down and with a slow swipe of her cat-like tongue, she sensually licked up the droplet on Yoshiki’s chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Eyes closed, he sighed with pleasure.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kael smiled seductively.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“S’cuse me a second,” she crooned.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She made her way downstairs to the kitchen, and then returned upstairs with a can of whipped cream in her hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yoshiki smiled and cut the TV off with the remote that sat by Kael’s ice cream.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The sound of rain beating heavily against the windows could now be heard clearly.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On a table by one of the windows sat a table devoted to nothing but candles.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yoshiki decided to turn this dirty fantasy into something somewhat classy.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He arose from the couch and lit the candles with a lighter that sat on top of one of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kael, still standing in the doorway, watched as the candles were lit and the lights were cut off.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To her, there was nothing more beautiful than Yoshiki’s bronze skin and golden hair glowing in the candlelight.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He looked like some sort of god.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He draped himself across the couch again and waited for his girl to join him.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Forgetting all about her dirty fantasy, she placed the can on the table by the TV, and made her way to the couch.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yoshiki rose to a sitting position and made room for Kael.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She took a seat at the other end of the small couch.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With the candlelight backlighting her hair, to Yoshiki she was more beautiful than any goddess.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Their eyes made contact.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kael draped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He closed his eyes as well, and allowed his lips to open, inviting Kael’s tongue into his mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Before they knew it, they were both horizontal on the couch entwined in a passionate kiss that neither of them wanted to end.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Outside, the winds tore through the trees, thunder rumbled, and the rain poured…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:3347</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Such a Chore</title>
    <published>2008-04-09T19:26:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T19:26:13Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's your least favorite chore?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;I'd have to say vacuuming.&amp;nbsp; I have a small house, so it's not much to vacuum, but my mom is just so persnickety about it.&amp;nbsp; She goes behind me and checks to make sure I got under/around everything and in the corners.&amp;nbsp; I guess I would like vacuuming more if she didn't do that.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm glad I made it out of school alive.</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T19:14:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T19:14:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;Today in 4th block, like towards the beginning, the principal comes over the intercom and tells us that the entire school is on lockdown.&amp;nbsp; So, the entire class crowds in a corner away from the door, the teacher shuts off the lights, closes the blinds, and we wait to see what's going on.&amp;nbsp; Naturally, we all thought it was a drill, until the teacher checked his e-mail.&amp;nbsp; Apparently there was supposedly a bomb somewhere in the school.&amp;nbsp; And..that's when I started to freak the fuck out.&amp;nbsp; I kept thinking to myself, "Ohgawd, we're gonna end up like Columbine and VT.&amp;nbsp; I'm not gonna get to graduate, I'm not gonna go to college, I'm gonna die!"&amp;nbsp; And the classroom is on the second floor, so if a bomb did go off, we were screwed.&amp;nbsp; So, after about 45 minutes, the initial fear started to wear off and I started to get bored.&amp;nbsp; So, I started to doze off, then I heard the teacher on the phone, and after he got off he told us that apparently someone had bought a gun to school with them and they were checking bags and stuff.&amp;nbsp; Towards the end of the class, the lockdown ended and we left.&amp;nbsp; Gawd, I hope something like that doesn't happen again ;__; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:2919</id>
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    <title>It's almost time~</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T23:42:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T23:42:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;Soyeah, I got my graduation invites, cap, gown, and tassel today.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I never thought this day would come.&amp;nbsp; I mean, it feels like I've been in school forever!&amp;nbsp; I've been to my cousins' graduations, my brother's graduation, my friends' graduation, but I never thought I'd be preparing for my own.&amp;nbsp; And I thought getting my class ring last year was exciting. xDD Gawd, I feel so old now.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Saturday Night</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T15:48:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T15:48:31Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;How are your Saturday nights different now than they were five years ago?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed high schools about two years ago.&amp;nbsp; While I was at my old school, I had barely any friends and had no one to go out with on the weekends, so I spent the weekend by myself.&amp;nbsp; Now that I'm at a different school, I have scores of friends, and we're always doing something on the weekends, whether it be clubbing, shooting pool, or hanging out at the mall arcade.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: The Perfect Crime</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T03:32:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T03:32:36Z</updated>
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&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;Oh wow, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;Well, back in middle school whenever I would get bad grades, my parents would take my laptop out of my room.&amp;nbsp; Well, I knew where they put it when they took it (under the living room sofa), so I would take it back to my room and hide it under my pillow.&amp;nbsp; I'd use it, and when I heard my parents coming down the hall (I keep my door closed), I'd close my laptop and shove it under my pillow.&amp;nbsp; They never figured it out xDD&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:2058</id>
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    <title>Wikipedia band!!</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T03:23:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T03:23:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;WIKIPEDIA BAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the Wikipedia home page and click 'random article'.&lt;br /&gt;That is your band's name.&lt;br /&gt;Click random article again; that is your album name.&lt;br /&gt;Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band name: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;Alabama State Defense Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;Port Byron Central School District&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ballinglass Incident&lt;br /&gt;2. Baidyanath &lt;br /&gt;3. Roman Catholic Diocese of Tzaneen&lt;br /&gt;4. Kolossi&lt;br /&gt;5. Boise Towne Square Mall&lt;br /&gt;6. Angelfish charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Gueishan Island&lt;br /&gt;8. Beautiful Midnight (Dave Matthews FTW!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Wellington People F.C.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sixteenth dynasty of Egypt&lt;br /&gt;11. Deng Mao&lt;br /&gt;12. Jasper County, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;13. Wild Weasel&lt;br /&gt;14. The Wild Angels&lt;br /&gt;15.Hedonic treadmill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I did this, everything I got sounded death metal band-like.&amp;nbsp; Now that I do it a second time, everything sounds emo band-ish xDDD&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:1924</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Spring Cleaning</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T02:22:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T02:22:32Z</updated>
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&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what it is/was, or you can't remember the last time you used it/wore it, throw it out or give it away!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:1761</id>
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    <title>Long time, no update.</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T00:23:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T00:24:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#800080"&gt;Yeah, I've been somewhat busy with school, friends, schoolwork, etc.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here's an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break was last week.&amp;nbsp; I spent Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday with my friends Allie, Kari and Kake.&amp;nbsp; Sunday we had an Easter picnic in the park and made utter fools of ourselves on the swings xDD&amp;nbsp; Monday, I spent the day with Allie and Kari at the mall and spent the night at Allie's helping her clean out her room.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday, I got up with Allie and went with her to school.&amp;nbsp; Kari and I hung out in the student lounge waiting for her class to get out, then we invaded the arcade for like an hour.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards, we went back to Allie's and bleached each other's hair.&amp;nbsp; Before I headed home, I headed over to the PetSmart where Allie works and bought myself a red/blue/pink male betta fish I named 'Yokan'.&amp;nbsp; I have yet to get a tank for him xD&amp;nbsp; The rest of my break I spent cleaning and rearranging things in my room, hanging more posters *poster whore*, etc.&amp;nbsp; After hearing what happened to Yoshiki Friday night, I was somewhat ill Friday and Saturday, and from what I've read, he's fine so YAY~!&amp;nbsp; School started back on Monday, and thankfully I have Friday off.&amp;nbsp; One extra day to write an English paper that's due this Monday! xD&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pool. Easy to play, but a tad sugestive</title>
    <published>2008-02-23T15:48:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T15:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#333399"&gt;Just like the title says //.^&amp;nbsp; A group of friends and I decided that, instead of going to a concert last night, that we'd invade the pool hall instead.&amp;nbsp; Okay, so I've never really played pool before, but it's not hard to learn once you get the hang of it.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and about it being suggestive... you play with wooden sticks and balls!&amp;nbsp; It doesn't get any more suggestive than that!&amp;nbsp; The whole time, my friends and I were making joked about the stocks, balls, holes, etc. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that was done, we all invaded my friend Kake's house and played Call of Duty 4 for hide knows how long.&amp;nbsp; One of our friends and I crashed at Kake's house for the night.&amp;nbsp; I'm up, Kake had to be at the school for some chorus thing, and our friend (a guy //.^) is still asleep on the sofa in the den.&amp;nbsp; I'm so tempted just to go in there and pounce on him to wake him up xD&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:1117</id>
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    <title>Okay, I just don't get it.</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T20:15:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T20:15:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#333399"&gt;Okay, so in my drama class, we combined with one of the other drama classes and are working on a musical.&amp;nbsp; The musical takes place in the hippie-era 60's, and the teacher is under the impression that it takes place in the poodle-skirt, diner, All-American 60's (the early 60's).&amp;nbsp; Because there's a band in the musical, I put my name down for one of the band members.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I put my name down, I've been doing some hardcore searching for 60s protest songs and such that we could use in place of one of the songs in the musical.&amp;nbsp; The music that came with it sucks balls, so we're replacing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the parts were announced today, and I didn't even get the part I put my name down for!&amp;nbsp; Basically, the teachers assigned the other class all the good/main parts, and left the rest for our class.&amp;nbsp; I know I really shouldn't be complaining, but I've been doing plays and such since I was 13, and I ALWAYS get the minor, insignificant, stupid parts.&amp;nbsp; And the character I got only shows up once in the whole play, so I'm not even on stage until then, meaning I don't get to do any of the musical numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, the drama teachers SUCK at coreography!&amp;nbsp; For our opening number, they have us doing this one step OVER AND OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of just quitting this musical all together.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I don't really need that class for anything, so I can afford to fail it.&amp;nbsp; The hard part is going to be confronting my drama teacher and telling her that I don't want to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm probably making a big deal out of nothing, but I'm just sick of it!&amp;nbsp; I'm sick of ALWAYS being stuck with the small shitty parts, I'm sick of teachers playing favorites, and the fact that the teachers are confusing the early 60s with the late 60s just pisses me off to no end.&amp;nbsp; I mean, no one said ';groovy', 'far out', or 'peace man' in the early 60s.&amp;nbsp; Also, HIPPIES DIDN'T EXIST IN THE EARLY 60S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm done now.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Why Valentines Day sucks...</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T23:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T23:59:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#333399"&gt;No, it's not because I don't have a boyfriend (hell, I'm fucking glad I don't have one x.x), it's because it's just a pointless holiday all together!&amp;nbsp; It was created by the card companies so that they could sell more shit.&amp;nbsp; I mean, why set aside one day of the year to show those closest to you that you really care?&amp;nbsp; Showing someone you care isn't all about buying them roses or a giant teddy bear, it's really the little things that you do for them that mean the most.&amp;nbsp; I mean, as my mom's V-day gift, I took the time to make dinner for the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since my friends and I really don't have any plans for today, I've occupied myself with X-Japan live vids, hide PVs, silly hide fanvids, pretty much everything and anything X-related.&amp;nbsp; Later, I might pop in a Depp flick and swoon over him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jrock Valentines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#333399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#333399"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Yoshiki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#333399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#333399"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Dai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#333399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#333399"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Kyo &lt;br /&gt;Kaoru &lt;br /&gt;Atsushi &lt;br /&gt;Heath &lt;br /&gt;Pata &lt;br /&gt;Toshi &lt;br /&gt;Mana &lt;br /&gt;Klaha &lt;br /&gt;Mao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lemon_spider:537</id>
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    <title>Well, here I am.</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T00:46:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T00:46:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1" color="#333399"&gt;After losing the password to my old account (kaitsurinu_) and not having been here in years, I have returned!&amp;nbsp; It's great to see how much LJ has improved since I was here last. //.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I decided to come back after a great threat of me being flamed on DA for ranting and such in my journal.&amp;nbsp; Now, my DA journal will be reserved for oneshot fanfics that I don't want to post as a Deviation.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I'm as tired as fuck right now, so half of what I type probably won't make any sense. //.^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soyeah. Hi.&amp;nbsp; Normally, I go by 'Kael', but on here, I go by 'Lemonz'.&amp;nbsp; And if there's anyone else out there who goes by the name of 'Lemonz', suck it up, dear.&amp;nbsp; Though I may appear as a very rude/sarcastic person, but I'm rather nice once you get to know me.&amp;nbsp; If you get on my bad side or give me a reason to get mad, I probably won't talk to you anymore, depending on what it is that you did to make me mad.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I don't forgive easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music tastes range from classic rock, metal, and hard rock, to upbeat techno and dance.&amp;nbsp; Most of all, I lovelovelove Jrock/Jpop!&amp;nbsp; hide (X-Japan) and Kami (Malice Mizer) are my gods.&amp;nbsp; May their souls rest in peace as they entertain the angels. &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the paranormal.&amp;nbsp; Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy Asian things, and because of this, I've been called Wasian, Wapanese, Wapo, etc.&amp;nbsp; Note: Just because you like Asian things doesn't make you Wapo!&amp;nbsp; A wapo is someone who is unhealthyly obsessed with all things Asian and constantly wishes he/she was Asian.&amp;nbsp; Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest stupid people.&amp;nbsp; I have no tolerance for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDR is crack for my feet.&amp;nbsp; I play on Standard and Heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much came back here to join and post in the Jrock/Jrock humor communities, so there's no telling when and how often this journal will be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing: I'm sure everyone is wondering why I didn't chose the lemon emotes xD&amp;nbsp; The foxies were so much cuter //.^&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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