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  <updated>2007-05-17T03:50:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gaijin81:38926</id>
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    <title>Japan!!!</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T03:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T03:50:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. I must've fell off the face of the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...What's going on in my life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I am applying for a teaching job in Japan. With two companies. Both companies called me back and set up interviews next month. Yea!!!! So with any luck, I will be in Japan within two to four months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation, I am going to end up selling my desktop and my six year old laptop in favor of a do-it-all sleek, shiny, new laptop. Mmmmm....Pretty lappy. The boy I may or may not be seeing is going to come with me to Japan, because he has a work visa in Japan, and he accidentally lost his American citizenship. Ohhh... He's...discusing him would take up four or five blog pages, so I'm not even going to try. Whew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got called for jury duty next month. I'm on call for the whole month. Which is fine, as long as it doesn't interfere with my interviews, and as long as it doesn't take up too much of my time. They're only gonna pay me $40 a day to participate. I can't miss too much work because that is not very much to live off of for a month. nope. nope. nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my brother is getting married in July. AAAaaand, I know I live within 20 or so minutes of Jim Butcher. But, he was at the bar the other day, and apparently my boy person met Jim. And apparently my boy person used to play D&amp;D with him. And, Jim somehow knows me. He knows my name and he described what I looked like and everything. weird. I don't remember meeting the guy. Or maybe if I see him again, I will recall. But I never knew who he was when i met him the first time or so, I guess. Oh well. I'm not a fangirl, so it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I will fade off into the night now. Bye. Hopefully I won't fall off the the face of the earth for too long next time.</content>
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    <title>I love this!! Meow. Meow!!!</title>
    <published>2007-01-22T17:50:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-22T17:50:07Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gaijin81:38606</id>
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    <title>FIRE!!!</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T04:05:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T04:05:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NIN</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm still alive here somewhere. Still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't expired, evaporated, or spontaneously combusted yet. Though I came close to conflagration last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <title>Holidays</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T05:09:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-25T05:09:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>muse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Such an important date to many people. Families. Togetherness. Blah blah blah. And what am I doing for Christmas? Spending the extended weekend alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being very sad and mopey about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I could spend time with my ex. He'd LOVE that. &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather spend time with my newboy, but he has to work. He has &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes you feel more alone than watching everyone else group up into their little family units and celebrate together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to cry anymore than I have. I hate crying. Crying is for the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays.</content>
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    <title>gaijin81 @ 2006-12-18T09:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-18T15:46:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-18T15:47:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pretty by the Cranberries</lj:music>
    <content type="html">New Job (still at the old one as well,) new apartment, new boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW new NEW new NEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been alternatingly happier and mildly grumpy lately. More emphasis on the happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at work, my co-worker told me that he's noticed I look a lot happier recently, and he said it made me look more attractive lately. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet's been kinda wonky in this new place. All of a sudden, the wireless router doesn't want to work, so I have my hundred foot cable strung through the whole place. &lt;br /&gt;Gotta figure out a way that doesn't involve tripping everyone in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and cornbread,&lt;br /&gt;Jana</content>
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    <title>Am I Insane? Survey says yes.</title>
    <published>2006-11-16T11:15:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-16T11:15:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>People are Strange by the doors</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh dear lord, what have I done???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling under-appreciated and, in general, discontent at my job, so I applied for another one. It pays more. It's got health bennefits. It's working for sony. ...and...it's only part time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my managers at my current job have been good to me. I don't want to hurt them by my leaving or severly reducing my hours. But Sony wants 25 hours a week. I currntly work 40 a week at Office Depot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand the lost/kicked puppy dog look in my manager's face when I told him I nay need to go down to part time, just in time for one of the busy seasons. So, I devised a plan. A mad mad plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to work 35-38.5 hours at office depot. Yes. And I am going to work 25-28 hours at Sony. All at the same time. No day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least until January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got bills to pay. And I don't want to dissapoint anyone...&lt;br /&gt;Darn my submissive, always needing to please attitude towards people. No matter how much I rant and rave over how I want things to be, if someone tells me it hurts them if I do it my way, I will stop in my tracks and rearrange my life based on that person's comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy. And I will very soon have a monsterous (moreso than usual) caffeine addiction. And, most likely, I will be very bitchy for the rest of 2006. Sleep? Who needs it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid wireless keyboard skipping letters I've typed.  If there are any weird dropped letters, blame it on my keyboard and my laziness.</content>
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    <title>Time...</title>
    <published>2006-11-10T04:26:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-10T04:26:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Time is just slipping away from me. So much to do. So much to accomplish. And I have been slacking. Don't nearly have enough of anything done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go and apply for a better paying job. One with health insurance I can actually use. At my current job, I'm supposed to have health insurance, but 98% of the time, I have been billed back for things that the insurance company is supposed to pay for. Terrible. Just terrible. I just want to be prescribed my anti-depressants/anti-anxiety thingees in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rude (in a sweet little girl voice way) to customers. Maybe I've just been talking down to some of them. But come on, when someone who has used a copy machine before looks up at the sign and says, "what's photocopying?", I think I have a right to be a little ....out of sorts. Especially when the customer wants me to spend 10 minutes explaining the concept. Or when someone comes up to me and says, "I need copies", and then they just stand there staring at you....It pisses me off. That's like going to the movie theater and saying, "I'd like to see a movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, WHAT do you need copied. How many? I am not a freakin mind reader. Let me know what you want, and I will make it for you, if it is within my capacity to do so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing that pisses me off. I've been at my job for two years at the end of this month. I make 8.24 an hour. BUt, I found out today that the new guy, who's been employed with the company all of 3 months, IF THAT, makes 10+ an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in other news, my mom finally shipped me my old cat. So, in addition to the two 2 year old kitties I had, I'm now taking care of my 13 year old cat from florida as well. She's smaller the the others, but they're afraid of making her mad. She can kick some kitty a$$ if they get too close to her. She's antisocial, like me. Don't mind if your in the same room, but get too close and we'll have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People suck.</content>
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    <title>Thanks!</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T20:37:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T20:38:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>White and Nerdy by Weird Al</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Thanks &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_julianmaven' lj:user='julianmaven' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://julianmaven.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://julianmaven.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;julianmaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_mement0_m0ri' lj:user='mement0_m0ri' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mement0-m0ri.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://mement0-m0ri.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mement0_m0ri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the birthday love!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel all warm and fuzzy inside now.  :)</content>
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    <title>gaijin81 @ 2006-09-22T15:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T20:39:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T20:39:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coin Operated Boy by The Dresden Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday To Me. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delivery guy at work brought me flowers and a card. Most everyone else forgot. I'm old now. OOOLLLDDD. I'm 25.</content>
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    <title>gaijin81 @ 2006-09-12T16:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T21:06:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T21:06:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Becoming X by sneaker pimps</lj:music>
    <content type="html">busy busybusy busy. wow. busy busy busy.</content>
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    <title>muppet matrix</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T17:10:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T17:10:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Another brick in the wall pt 3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Will this work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;div&gt;This has to be seen to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>Internet!!!</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T05:56:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T05:57:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The big O by outkast</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My internet is back!!! I missed you!!! I love you!!! I'm totally co-dependant on you my lovely internet. I was so melancholy the week you were out of my life (except for the little snatches of you I stole at coffee shops and at friends' houses) that I had to get a tattoo or 2 to make me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that my internet is back, I feel whole again. &lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.</content>
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    <title>Action Philosophers</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T23:34:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T23:34:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Devil went down to Georgia.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was browsing the local comic book store, and came across &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0977832902/sr=8-1/qid=1156029655/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-4761815-5072902?ie=UTF8"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Action Philosophers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Featuring Nietzsche, Ayn Rand, Jung, Freud, St. Augustine, and other philosophers.&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge dude on the top of the cover, in the middle of a wrestling dive, with the dialog bubble &lt;i&gt;"PLATO SMASH!!!!"&lt;/i&gt; above him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gaijin81/pic/0000hh5h/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gaijin81/pic/0000hh5h/s320x240" width="240" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave the store quickly before I disolved into fits of giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm Just chillin. Trying not to be obtuse. Trying not to be such a &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt;. I realize I'm starting to do some of the clingy things that I despise in my fellow females. Trying to figure out whether I want to make a new painting or go out with Sarah tonight, and sneak my sketchbook along. So while I'm trying to decide, I'm listening to some of my dad's songs that I downloaded. Like, Devil went down to Georgia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing? My brother always told me that he thought the devil's song sounded better. I kinda like it better too. Less country. I don't really like country sound.&lt;br /&gt;"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, cause I think I'm better 'n you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I realized that I know so little of myself, that I did not know the correct city I was born in. I put in my bio that I was born in San Fernando Valley. My dad just read it on my website, and called me. He told me that's not where I was born at all. I was born in West LA in Cedar something or another hospital. And then he told me that if I ever wanted to talk about family history on his side, I could call him up one day. Considering that I know nothing about my family, I might take him up on that.</content>
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    <title>IDIOT</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T13:11:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T13:11:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pre going to work silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm an idiot. I admit it. I'm an idiot when it comes to reading and dealing with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I'm a happy manic (though irritable) idiot. I've been weirdly manic for the last couple of days. I think I'm startingot even out, cause I got a normal amount of sleep last night, and I don't feel like tap dancing all the way to work.</content>
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    <title>Birthday Party</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T09:05:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T15:03:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Muscle Museum by Muse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yea! I'm so very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating the party Tessa and I are throwing next month. We were born within four days of each other in 1981. Tessa on Sept. 18th, and me Sept. 22. So, we may compromise and throw a big party on the 20th or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be our quarter of a century party. The big &lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt;. We'll make mixed CDs, so there will be dancing. For me, I'll probably mix mostly caribbean and spanish music. I mean, I am Caribbean, and I did grow up in South Florida...Even if no one else dances, Tessa and I will. And, usually at bars, when we start dancing, other people slowly but surely join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer, friends, fun, dancing, meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really thrown a &lt;i&gt;party&lt;/i&gt; before. Nope. We're gonna invite all our friends, coworkers and KC myspace buddies. I don't really know how many people &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; know will be there. I don't really have close relationships with people. But Tessa and her roommates are sure to bring in a small crowd. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm getting all tingly thinking about the flyers I'm gonna design for the party. Oh yes. There will be flyers and *durn it* they will be pretty. Pretty I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Yea!</content>
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    <title>gaijin81 @ 2006-08-17T04:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T09:52:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T09:52:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My computer crashed while I was out watching a movie with a friend. Foo. That means all my IMs and projects were lost. I saved the important stuff. But still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get new drivers and perhaps a new video card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this happened when I tried to install City of Heroes. Guess it doesn't like my computer...</content>
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    <title>JOG!</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T17:00:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T17:00:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Metal Heart,  by Garbage</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ready! Set! Jog!&lt;br /&gt;Beat that flabby stomach into submission!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gaijin81/pic/0000g49t/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gaijin81/pic/0000g49t/s320x240" width="244" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, you're supposed to drink water, not coffee. Awwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got an hour. Don't be late for work!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gaijin81:32776</id>
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    <title>Boredom Meme</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T15:17:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T15:17:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The sound of fans whirring</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snurched from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_suricattus' lj:user='suricattus' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://suricattus.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://suricattus.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;suricattus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who snurched it from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_scarlettina' lj:user='scarlettina' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://scarlettina.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://scarlettina.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;scarlettina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I Have Had In My Life:&lt;br /&gt;1. bartender&lt;br /&gt;2. summer camp counselor&lt;br /&gt;3. concession manager&lt;br /&gt;4. cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Have Watched Over and Over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Matrix&lt;br /&gt;2. The Secretary&lt;br /&gt;3. Dune (the new version)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. San Fernando Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;2. General Ft. Lauderdale area, S. Florida&lt;br /&gt;3. St. Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;4. Kansas City, MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Love to Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bleach&lt;br /&gt;2. Naruto&lt;br /&gt;3. Full Metal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;4. Seaquest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Been On Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Guyana, South America&lt;br /&gt;2. Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;3. Seattle&lt;br /&gt;4. .....need to go to a fourth place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Of My Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;2. Turkey bacon club sandwich&lt;br /&gt;3. Dumplings/Pot Stickers&lt;br /&gt;4. Giant chicken burritos from Mesa Wraps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. In the bookstore, drooling and caressing the books&lt;br /&gt;2. On a cross country trip, with no worry about having to work, or get paid.&lt;br /&gt;3. Snuggling with a well meaning guy. Perhaps doing something more.&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting a massage. *Drool*</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Meme!</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T19:39:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T19:40:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fast as you can by Fiona Apple</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Meme snurched from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_alpha_strike' lj:user='alpha_strike' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://alpha-strike.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://alpha-strike.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;alpha_strike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1146083511key13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;XIII: Death&lt;/b&gt;. Death is probably the most well known Tarot card - and also the most misunderstood. Most Tarot novices would consider Death to be a bad card, especially given its connection with the number thirteen. In fact this card rarely indicates literal death.Without "death" there can be no change, only eventual stagnation. The "death" of the child allows for the "birth" of the adult. This change is not always easy. The appearance of Death in a Tarot reading can indicate pain and short term loss, however it also represents hope for a new future.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;XIII: Death&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;0 - The Fool&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;XV: The Devil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;XVI: The Tower&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;XI: Justice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;VI: The Lovers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;I - Magician&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;III - The Empress&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;II - The High Priestess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;X - Wheel of Fortune&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;IV - The Emperor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;VIII - Strength&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;XIX: The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=181614"&gt;Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>I heart science fiction and fantasy</title>
    <published>2006-08-12T19:08:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-12T19:08:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Summertime by Janis Joplin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I heart science fiction and fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never like normal kids. I read about 12 books a week and loved watching my sf/f shows on TV. Even my schoolgirl crushes weren't normal. When I was 10, I had a crush on Wes from Star Trek the next generation. The main reason I liked him: he was incredibly intelligent and wasn't as old as everyone else. Then when I was 11 or 13, I had a crush on Lucas from Seaquest for the same reasons. I go gaga for the super smart people. I never had any crushes on real people. (Well, I do now, but I never did before.) I never even had an unchaperoned date until I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. So sad.</content>
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    <title>Hunger</title>
    <published>2006-08-12T06:09:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-12T06:09:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Supermassive Black Hole by Muse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm hungry. Why am I hungry &lt;i&gt;all the time&lt;/i&gt;??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't eat something every three to four hours, I get that gnawing feeling in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other weird occurences: I found out one day when I was late for work, that the jog from home to work no longer leaves me out of breath. And I can now jog the entire thing without stopping (except I slow down for the stairs.) No fire in the lungs. Just some heavy breathing, but I was fine. Maybe I'll even take up jogging for fun, that's how invigorating it felt. Though I may wait until the temperatures drop below 100 degrees.</content>
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    <title>Drunken fun!!!</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T08:25:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T15:35:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Give the Jew Girls Toys by Sarah Silverman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had so much fun tonight, it's not even funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa and I started off by trying to go to dance at reggae, but it didn't seem very comfortable at the Levee, so we never went all the way in. Then we went to the Empire Room, but they had it closed down to a closet sized space where lone guy was raving to the lone DJ. No. So we went to the Lava Room, where (by chance) I met up with some old co-workers from the movie theater: Adam and Lauren. It was all hugs, and "you look great, what have you been up to?!" And "You look great Jana. You've lost weight. And I was just looking at your navel on myspace!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thoroughly enchanted with these people I used to know. And Elise showed up at some point. (Another former co-worker from the movie theater where I used to be a server/bartender/concessionist/manager person) Was all good. Especially seeing Elise again before she starts film school in Canada. I think she's going to go live with her Canadian boyfriend and be all worldly and exotic. Bush is in charge, girl. Flee while you still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the first glass of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarah and Don came. Then Don bought me a second glass of slighly higher quality vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came massages. I don't know HOW I ended up giving Sarah a back massage, but it happened. She offered to f*ck me right then and there for the skill in my hands. That started a whole round of massages around the table. I think Tessa offered to marry me. And Sarah. And this other guy named Jack blessed me. And then Sarah and I double teamed Tessa, the ballet teacher. Sarah gave her a foot massage while I gave her a back massage. Tessa was in heaven. Even the bouncer commented on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!!! Sarah got the bouncer's phone number!!!! He seemed like a really sweet guy. I hope she's not too drunk to remember him tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was some girl on girl dancing to ray charles music. I think... There were two other vodkas, so the memory might be a little blurry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other guys tried to dance with us, but...I get all weird and antisocial around strangers, so that wasn't happening for me. If you don't know me, don't touch my butt. And even if you do know me...we've got to be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a car accident outside the bar, with the rumor running rampant that someone got hit by a car. Don't know exactly what happened, but I think a cop said that a lady got side swiped, and she went to the hospital with some bruises. Thank goodness no one got killed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 20 minutes later, I think we left. (Well, I KNOW we left (I'm too drunk to use HTML tags, so forgive me. All this typing leaves me confounded...)because I'm sitting at my desk typing this at home. Sarah stayed with Don to get a ride home. Though I think she just wanted to see if she could get into his pants before he leaves next week. But he seems to be one tough nut to crack, for all his wildly flirtatious ways. (Was there a unintended drunken pun intended. Hmmm. It boggles the mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should go drink some water and go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I lied. No sleep is in store for me. I'm gonna go play some Xbox and read a book.  Ahhh. Books. Purrrrrrrr.</content>
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    <title>Bird</title>
    <published>2006-08-10T15:10:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-10T15:10:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>London Bridge by Fergie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A bird fell down the chimney. That's never happened before. I grabbed my roommate's sweater, snuck up on the bird (where it was perched on top of my bookshelf) and wrapped it up. Then, I went downstairs and released it outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats were mightily disappointed. They wanted to play with it, pull off its wings, and eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they keep trying to climb to the top of the bookshelf to &lt;i&gt;make sure&lt;/i&gt; the bird is gone. As if it may have left behind some bird-like residual that they can play with, torture, and eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Le sigh.</content>
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    <title>gaijin81 @ 2006-08-08T00:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T05:25:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T14:47:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Maybe if I browse the internet enough, read a book, or type fast enough, I can escape from this terrible entropy I feel. (did I use that word right? The taste of it feels right, but...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh! I'm starting to come out of it, but it sucks when you know that your thoughts are not accurate or rational, and you have to try to convince yourself to think normally, even when you don't feel that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I'm hungry. I feel like eating whipped cream. Don't know why. But whipped cream is so fun to play with. &lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Whipped cream and web cams. If only I were a more adventurous girl. ;P</content>
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    <title>Coffee haters</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T01:39:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-08T01:39:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Are there no caffeine freaks in KC? I put out a bulletin trying to get people to go get coffee with me, and no one wanted coffee. Coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that.</content>
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