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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 05:04:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Graduation Reflections :D</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So, had the best Graduation ceremony ever. People are awesome. I&apos;m not going to miss my high school, but the people are very wonderful and sweet ( I guess what I&apos;m trying to say is that, although I love the people, I would rewind my life back four years and redo the high school boredom/ test mania/ drama&amp;nbsp;again)...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked very pretty... apparently, people were talking. Er, people being senior guys who have never noticed me ever before. Supposedly, A. tried get my attention all&amp;nbsp;graduation/party (according to a reliable source, aka E.) yet I didn&apos;t notice. Really, I am so hopeless in noticing these signs... something I must work on.&amp;nbsp;I mean, if I ever want to stop being single, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time being, am basted in champagne and other substances. V. tired yet v. unable to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... reading my yearbook at the moment... someone called me &quot;spunky&quot;. I think that&apos;s the first time anyone has described me that way, which is pretty interesting.&amp;nbsp;Five people said I looked &quot;beautiful/hot&quot;. A flattering, yet of course slightly chauvinistic, compliment. There are lots of very offensive, yet hilarious, drawings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that they would never know someone as unique as me, which I thought was really... sweet and a little poetic, somehow. I dunno. I&apos;m&amp;nbsp; gushing.&amp;nbsp;I think high school is overall, a pointless waste of four years, yet you meet people there who will surprise you and ... I dunno, there can be a tenderness in people that you don&apos;t see until you&apos;re leaving them.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 01:23:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>LOLZ teenage angsty lurvv :D o_O :P</title>
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  <description>Talk about a bad case of PMS. Ssrly.&amp;nbsp; I hate the fact that I always&amp;nbsp;go unbearably&amp;nbsp;UBER-Emo for&amp;nbsp;approximately two weeks,&amp;nbsp;all the while&amp;nbsp;claiming that I&apos;m genuinely depressed, and then&amp;nbsp;I ultimately realize... oops! PMS!&amp;nbsp;lols *blush*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a pathetic human being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I saw&amp;nbsp;W.&apos;s girlfriend,&amp;nbsp;who is a&amp;nbsp;slimy little idiot with NO MANNERs. I swear, she only said twenty words TOPS to me the whole time, and about all of them were stupid. For instance, &quot;You look soo tired!&quot; (WHOA, LIKE I DON&apos;T THE NOTICE THE DOUBLE-ENTENDRE HERE... everyone knows that &quot;tired&quot;= &quot;fugly elephant&quot;). Well, W.&amp;nbsp;has the intellect of a squashed apricot, so I guess he fits her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not jealous.&amp;nbsp;No, no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have&amp;nbsp;is that weird kid in Civics class who&apos;s not so bad looking (actually, he&apos;s rather pretty), but c&apos;mon. He&apos;s batshit fucking crazy... he practically&amp;nbsp;choked me while he hugged me that one time... and he just giggled.&amp;nbsp;Giggled.&amp;nbsp;Guys&amp;nbsp;shouldn&apos;t giggle-- neither should girls-- in&amp;nbsp;both cases I find giggling creepy on the whole. And&amp;nbsp; D drew a picture of me during class... and he HID it from me, like it&amp;nbsp;was porn or something...honestly, I would&apos;ve been flattered if he&apos;d show it to&amp;nbsp;me. But the fact it&apos;s all secretive is ... upsetting.&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m being whiney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&apos;ll&amp;nbsp;just go to&amp;nbsp;UC Berkeley, become some sort of genius, write my brains out-- and then become the crazy,&amp;nbsp;impossibly-clever , wealthy cat lady for the rest of my life. Whatever. At this point I don&apos;t give a flying fuck, honestly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 01:19:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Things are Dire</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m pining away; I haven&apos;t been able to write or draw.&amp;nbsp;Oh God,&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve been so&amp;nbsp;blank for ages.&amp;nbsp;This is not normal, and I&amp;nbsp;am almost physically sick because of it.&amp;nbsp;Each day is a carbon-copy of the day before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nobody I have to tell this to (except my live, of course, where nobody will read it-- which is perhaps why I am even writing this now). Currently, I&apos;m on a uber-superficial basis with nearly everyone I know, even my family. And for the &apos;nearly everyone&apos;, I am merely comfortable telling them&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;bits,&amp;nbsp;yet I&amp;nbsp;won&apos;t tell them the whole.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family just isn&apos;t the type that encourages talking about this (I think this is depression, but I&apos;m not sure if it&apos;s that exactly)-- it&apos;s very &quot;Keep that to yourself, thank you very much&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I can respect that, too. In a way, this mode can show strength and selflessness. Except there are times when it&apos;s just flat-out unhealthy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t write about this any more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 03:01:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*BUURP*</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Yay for slobby, lazy days and photos and veggie sandwiches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D :D :D :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My new favorite game: &lt;br /&gt;1. Go to www.flickr.com &lt;br /&gt;2. Type in your answer to the question in the &quot;search&quot; box &lt;br /&gt;3. Use only the first page &lt;br /&gt;4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First name?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2388/2053250400_b5f28aa07e_o.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/90068113_ca38e46a46.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR, I guess, more healthy ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;reflect&quot; height=&quot;429&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1244/1167789282_7dec816e3a.jpg?v=0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;reflect&quot; height=&quot;333&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/496591667_aa9f19b6fd.jpg?v=0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Celebrity crush?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Conrad Veidt! The original creepy emo badass! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;reflect&quot; height=&quot;500&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;345&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/491848017_bd570c080b.jpg?v=0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Disney&amp;nbsp; princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/2282018434_8d8e1a2a5a_o.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;reflect&quot; height=&quot;500&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;375&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/318096310_5be99c6353.jpg?v=0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dream holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruges! It&apos;s like Hogwarts... on water! *nerdy nerdy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;reflect&quot; height=&quot;375&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1079/1249359857_99622fbc5e.jpg?v=0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do I want to be when I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;reflect&quot; height=&quot;500&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;478&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/92853447_d774b36d7a.jpg?v=0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS ... this lady&apos;s smiling, but I get the sense she&apos;s&amp;nbsp;REALLY&amp;nbsp;SUPER pissed off secretly&amp;nbsp;... : P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One word to describe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;reflect&quot; height=&quot;333&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/2253119668_f908470627.jpg?v=0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 02:18:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title> . . . So . . .</title>
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  <description>Bought a Cal T-shirt . .&amp;nbsp; .&amp;nbsp;and I&apos;m rather pleased with it, as it doesn&apos;t obnoxiously&amp;nbsp;boast a BERKELEY or CAL on it. . .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the Tee I bought is more understated, subtle, humble yet to the point. It&apos;s got this vintage-looking bear on it,&amp;nbsp;which looks very Californian.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, goodness. My life is either viciously boring,&amp;nbsp;or manically hectic -- at least when it comes to &apos;drama&apos;.&amp;nbsp;I keep feeling like&amp;nbsp;I have betrayed D.&apos;s&amp;nbsp;trust, even though I was worried&amp;nbsp;for her&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;. . . yet I still got a&amp;nbsp;message from D.&amp;nbsp;where she apologizes. Which is good. I think. (after all, she&apos;s been my friend since we were in&amp;nbsp;elementary school)(after all, she&apos;s been my friend since we were in&amp;nbsp;elementary school)&amp;nbsp;Still, everything seems so overdone, like soap opera drama to the max. I hate drama so much as it is, but when drama happens to me . . . I just clam up, unable to tackle the situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this, I have yet to complete my Senior Thesis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Will presently make&amp;nbsp;tea, and hope for the best.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <lj:music>Foxy Lady - The Cure</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 21:49:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!UC Berkeley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......................................... This is crazy. I&apos;m holding the fat envelope to UC Berkeley. The glossy blue pamphlet. The tacky smiling faces. The overwhelming-- and also jubilant--&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;shock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOLY COW . . . . NO&amp;nbsp;WAY. NOT HAPPENING. THIS IS A DREAM. SERIOUSLY, WAKE ME UP RIGHT NOW BECAUSE THIS CAN&apos;T BE&amp;nbsp;REAL, IT&apos;S NOT, IT CAN&apos;T BE. HOW....?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got into&amp;nbsp;UC Berkeley. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;got into UC Berkeley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*is in shock/euphoria&amp;nbsp;forever*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 07:43:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;width:600px; border: 1px solid black; text-align:center; background-color:#FFD87F&quot;&gt;	&lt;h2&gt;The Everything Test&lt;/h2&gt;	There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, 	purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is &lt;i&gt;one test to rule them all&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We&apos;re turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we&apos;ve got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width=&quot;550&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:25px&quot;&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;			&lt;table width=&quot;100%&quot; style=&quot;border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF&quot;&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align:center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align:center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;You are more &lt;b&gt;emotional&lt;/b&gt; than logical, more &lt;b&gt;concerned about others&lt;/b&gt; than concerned about self, more &lt;b&gt;atheist&lt;/b&gt; than religious, more &lt;b&gt;loner&lt;/b&gt; than dependent, more &lt;b&gt;workaholic&lt;/b&gt; than lazy, more &lt;b&gt;traditional&lt;/b&gt; than rebel, more &lt;b&gt;engineering mind&lt;/b&gt; than artistic mind, more &lt;b&gt;cynical&lt;/b&gt; than idealist, more &lt;b&gt;leader&lt;/b&gt; than follower, and more &lt;b&gt;introverted&lt;/b&gt; than extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for specific personality traits, you are &lt;b&gt;romantic&lt;/b&gt; (71%), &lt;b&gt;intellectual&lt;/b&gt; (59%), &lt;b&gt;artistic&lt;/b&gt; (56%), &lt;b&gt;adventurous&lt;/b&gt; (56%).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;			&lt;/table&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width=&quot;550&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:25px&quot;&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;250&quot;&gt;			&lt;table width=&quot;100%&quot; style=&quot;border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF&quot;&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align:center; border-bottom:1px solid black&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stereotypes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emo Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;44%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punk Rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Young Professional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;			&lt;/table&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;250&quot;&gt;			&lt;table width=&quot;100%&quot; style=&quot;border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF&quot;&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align:center; border-bottom:1px solid black&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life Experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Substances&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;			&lt;/table&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width=&quot;550&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:25px&quot;&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;250&quot; style=&quot;border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF&quot;&gt;			&lt;b&gt;Politics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			Your political views would best be described as &lt;b&gt;Libertarian&lt;/b&gt;, whom			you agree with around &lt;b&gt;73%&lt;/b&gt; of the time.		&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;250&quot; style=&quot;border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF&quot;&gt;			&lt;b&gt;Socioeconomic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			Your attitude toward life best associates you with &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.			You make more than &lt;b&gt;70%&lt;/b&gt; of those who have taken this test,			and &lt;b&gt;31%&lt;/b&gt; less than the U.S. average.&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width=&quot;550&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:25px&quot;&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot; style=&quot;border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF&quot;&gt;			If your life was a movie, it would be rated &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;			By the way, your hottness rank is &lt;b&gt;74%&lt;/b&gt;, hotter than &lt;b&gt;90%&lt;/b&gt; of other test takers.		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thatsurveysite.net/take.php?id=eay&quot; style=&quot;color:purple&quot;&gt;TAKE THE TEST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thatsurveysite.net&quot;&gt;thatsurveysite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 01:15:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>J&apos;ai tort and Bookwormish Dithering. . . !</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, summer is here. Suddenly&amp;nbsp;there&apos;s time to kill! And, for me, the best way to assinate time, if you want to put it in gruesome terms,&amp;nbsp;is through books and music. Particularly French music, because that language is so pretty and sweet&amp;nbsp;. . . whenever someone speaks French, to me, it&apos;s like a little symphony of cute words and sounds. I&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3 French. Same feelings for Spanish . . . but&amp;nbsp;Spanish, to me, is much more suave, refined, and more serious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Both languages are my favorites, even though, I&apos;ll admit, &amp;nbsp;I really don&apos;t speak either of them fluently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just bought &lt;em&gt;J&apos;ai tort &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Pour que l&apos;amor me quitte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;from the album &lt;em&gt;Camille&lt;/em&gt;. Goodness! Even though my French is weak, and I only understand fragments, I am still blown away. The songs are so soothing in a way, but also really quite spunky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And I&apos;ve developed a major addiction&amp;nbsp;to &lt;em&gt;the Jeeves and &lt;/em&gt;Wooster series by PG Wodehouse. Pure hilarity! Even though I constantly feel sorry for&amp;nbsp;the geeky newt-obsessed&amp;nbsp;Fink-Nottle, and&amp;nbsp;annoyance sometimes with&amp;nbsp;Bertie Wooster for not realizing how silly he is. . .&amp;nbsp;but Jeeves I love. I&apos;ve got a book-crush, I think.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am very disappointed with &lt;em&gt;Abundance:&amp;nbsp;A Novel of Marie Antoinette&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Sena Jeter Naslund. What a waste of money. The first page is superb, yes,&amp;nbsp;but from there it plummets down a &lt;em&gt;cliff &lt;/em&gt;(forget a hill)! It&apos;s not that the characterization was off -- it was just the style of the book that really threw me off. Naslund&amp;nbsp;dithers on and on,&amp;nbsp;for pages,&amp;nbsp;about nothing. I didn&apos;t grow close to the characters because of this, even though Marie and Louis are my favorite historical couple (besides Queen Catherine the Great/ Stanislaw Poniatowski).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;The Knife Man &lt;/em&gt;by Wendy Moore is scary! But very interesting... without John Hunter, modern surgery would be gone to pot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, despite my better judgement, I&apos;ve started reading Gaston Leroux&apos;s &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt;. The real opera and the movies are ... very cheesy to me, so I&apos;ve resisted this book before. But, out of curiosity (killed the cat, I know), I&apos;ve&amp;nbsp;actually given this book a chance --- and it&apos;s pretty good. I like Christine, even though&amp;nbsp;people go on about her beauty too much. She&apos;s at least got&amp;nbsp;a brain, which nobody ever mentions.&amp;nbsp;:(&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horatio!! Whoo!! CS Forester&apos;s series &lt;em&gt;Horatio Hornblower&lt;/em&gt; really&amp;nbsp; does (excuse the pun) blow me away!! I love Horatio. I love that he outwardly is so stoic and in-control, yet he&apos;s still a nerdy, angsty,&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;seventeen-year-old who cries himself to sleep. Being seventeen myself, I can totally get what he&apos;s going through -- even though I&apos;ve never manned a sinking French merchant ship or been a midshipman on an English frigate -- the emotions he goes through are all too similar to what I go through in high school and life.&amp;nbsp;I can&apos;t wait to read &lt;em&gt;Lieutenant Hornblower&lt;/em&gt; ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s enough geeking for today I think! :D</description>
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  <lj:music>Lumière - Camille</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Lumière - Camille</media:title>
  <lj:mood>geeky</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 05:52:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;. . . Okay. I promise myself I&apos;m not going to be a crazy, cold, and aloof bitch tomorrow at school. I&apos;m going to be pleasant. And maybe even smile a little. Or, no, that&apos;s too much to ask. I&apos;ll just be pleasant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, I hate high school. Why should I have to be a certain way for people to &quot;accept&quot; me?&amp;nbsp;Acceptance is only fleeting anyway, so it&apos;s&amp;nbsp; . .&amp;nbsp; . just. . . so frustrating. I want to be myself in this stupid school, yet why can&apos;t I gather up the fortitude for it? Why do I always give into&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;shallow malaise? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;. . . Crap.&lt;em&gt; I hate being a kid&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Plainsong- The Cure</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Plainsong- The Cure</media:title>
  <lj:mood>sick</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 07:41:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading &lt;em&gt;Mellonta Tauta &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;William Wilson&lt;/em&gt; . . . both are very insightful. And, lo, I never knew that Poe was such a funny guy --- saying that&amp;nbsp;the English were turned into&amp;nbsp;sausages and whatnot--- for all his morbid leanings the dude knows how to&amp;nbsp;tickle&amp;nbsp;a giggle out of the reader. Or &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;at least. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wilson &lt;/em&gt;reminded me of &lt;em&gt;Dorian &lt;/em&gt;Gray . . . in the sense that both have a&amp;nbsp;portrait (rather, to be perfectly exact, in &lt;em&gt;Wilson&lt;/em&gt; it&apos;s a mirror but, in essense,&amp;nbsp;it is the same effect, no?)&amp;nbsp;that holds their visage and&amp;nbsp;life, etc. Very interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write like Poe.&amp;nbsp;*broods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*totters off to add to Word Bank*&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>The Sleeping Beauty Suite 4: Panorama</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">The Sleeping Beauty Suite 4: Panorama</media:title>
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