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  <title>MAGLY</title>
  <subtitle>put it between the rocks and the weeds</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-11-15T20:11:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:96293</id>
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    <title>65. Clearly wine is a taste acquirement. And I find myself acquiring.</title>
    <published>2009-11-15T20:11:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-15T20:11:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had an ace day off. As in, all the things I had planned to do, did not happen. The disappointment is enormous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER. I did get more than five hours of sleep and this is a unprecedented development/amelioration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photoon2009-11-15at1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photoon2009-11-15at13276.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photoon2009-11-15at13275.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photoon2009-11-15at13274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photoon2009-11-15at13272.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photoon2009-11-15at13262.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:96057</id>
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    <title>64. The day everything annoyed me.</title>
    <published>2009-11-11T19:34:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-11T19:35:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Women who claim to be ultra feminists by not wearing make up and trashing men and other women who they believe to not be quite as ultra feminist as they are are so exhausting it's exhausting me. Which makes a lot of sense. I don't get it. When did you have to &lt;i&gt;stop&lt;/i&gt; being a woman to be a feminist? Wearing make-up, feminine clothes, being interested in the opposite (or same, however way you swing) sex and therefor sex in general is part of being a woman. If you choose not to wear make up because you just don't like the look or feel of it, alright, but don't do it to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it's not a pretty point and if you're on the dramatic road to proving something, you could at least look fabulous. Oh and make up =/= fabulous. Some of the most fabulous women I know have never worn make up, but don't trash your fellow woman for liking to decorate the christmas a little heavier than you do, we're all celebrating the same spirit of good will after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one thing that I heard about today, is the way Americans (nay, I no longer consider myself American so much as total Eurotrash, meaning I have become a modern hybrid of old world and new world) idolize Europe. It sucks here. Trust me. It doesn't suck as bad over there. But it definitely sucks. And your gasoline is like, half the price it is here. Western Europeans are rude, self-centered, openly racist and vulgar. We talk about sex and alcohol and drugs like we talk about the weather and quite frankly, we've giving up on talking about the weather because it sucks either way. If the sun shines, it's too hot, if it's cold, we're all sick and dying of modern consumption (a.k.a. Swine Flu, thanks for that btw, Mexico).&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this superfluous love of Europe will most definitely and indefinitely be murdered once you realize the British are pretty much drunk all the time, the Dutch are stoned all the time, the French are just plain mean all the time (no one here likes the French, and if anyone on my flist is French, I apologize for my political incorrectness but you guys are undoubtedly asking for it) and the Germans are rude or loud or both all the time. &lt;br /&gt;The East Block countries don't get a description because I'd be here all night, I think Russia takes turns being a part of Europe which really does convey the deep set immorality and self centered-ness of their communist (socialist?) idealism. Scandinavia's just cold all year long and people commit so much suicide there it's a wonder there are people left, and the southern countries such as Spain and Greece, which used to be cultural hotspots are just white-people pulling tourist spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and we are all very hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all smoke, or have smoked at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are very hairy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what everyone is really thinking now is, this little suburban white eurotrash girl should shut her trap and stop complaining, and I don't blame you. All I know is, I love you all equally, and I am eternally grateful there are at least a hand full of people in the world who are just as big of a loser as I am.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:95938</id>
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    <title>63. Let's move it along.</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T08:31:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T08:31:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://staredcraft.deviantart.com/art/Youmacon-Pics-10-142045953"&gt;http://staredcraft.deviantart.com/art/Youmacon-Pics-10-142045953&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soadorable. I actually blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused at the moment. Sometimes I feel like such a social misfit. I just don't know how to deal with people. Then again; does it even really matter? There's no knowing really. Can be frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to seventh day in a row of work. Tomorrow day off. Finally. I am &lt;i&gt;exhausted&lt;/i&gt;. I sat in bed crying last night because I'm just so tired. I can be such a baby.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:95700</id>
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    <title>62. Let's go together through all the seasons.</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T09:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T09:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy November. It doesn't really feel like fall until it's November, in my opinion. NaNoWriMo starts today, so I'd better get my tush in gear. It's gonna be like doing non-stop homework for the next coming month. So what little social life I have, guess that'll be up for grabs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid meme that I really want to do, because I'm bored and I miss taking photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Request a personal subject/object out of my life or me doing something in particular (ie. slicing onions, reading Keats, doing laundry, etc.). I will then attempt to summarize my life via these photographs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_E9ju7THy6I8/Spm5QN7u9SI/AAAAAAAAFQw/4FiEWfdFYM4/s640/DSCF0075.jpg"&gt;cute.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:95316</id>
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    <title>61. Seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to months to years to forever.</title>
    <published>2009-10-27T22:39:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-27T22:39:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a197/1Hyunie1/My%20Dir%20En%20Grey%20Piccys/eug2ef.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:95173</id>
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    <title>This one doesn't deserve a number.</title>
    <published>2009-10-23T21:08:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-23T21:08:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can... hear... mother.. and... boyfriend... doing... horizontal... boogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want... to... peel... off.. skin... and ... die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diiiie.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:94842</id>
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    <title>60. It's been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.</title>
    <published>2009-10-16T12:20:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-16T12:20:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I honestly can't remember the last time I took fandom srsly srsly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am scoping tickets for Korea. I hate the internet sometimes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:94535</id>
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    <title>59. Da-bump-bump-bam.</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T19:44:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-13T19:44:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="19" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Woon is v. cute. I like this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you've shrunk your big stupid head a bit, you're out of the picture, Hank.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:94275</id>
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    <title>58. Best friends are there for you, so they can make you go crazy.</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T19:52:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-06T19:52:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_bulgocrazyi' lj:user='bulgocrazyi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bulgocrazyi.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://bulgocrazyi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bulgocrazyi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: If I woke up one day with a dick, I'd call you and say 'Mag, let's get it on.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_magdalan' lj:user='magdalan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://magdalan.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://magdalan.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;magdalan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Ewww. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_bulgocrazyi' lj:user='bulgocrazyi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bulgocrazyi.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://bulgocrazyi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bulgocrazyi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: And you'd be like nooo you're like my little sister. With a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_magdalan' lj:user='magdalan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://magdalan.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://magdalan.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;magdalan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Sometimes, I hate you. I really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D And THAT, Livejournal friends, is the extent of my deep and profound relationship with my best friend.</content>
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    <title>57. Note to self: poking self with pen due to boredom is destructive and bad for the arteries.</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T22:38:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T22:38:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs51/i/2009/263/4/a/Mtl_comic_con_09___29_by_Mannaka.jpg"&gt;Crushing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2009/248/3/4/Me_and_Brad_Swaile_by_alchemygirl.jpg"&gt;so&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/165/3/3/Brad_Swaile_by_Emerarudo_chan.jpg"&gt;bad.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am doing major bedroom overhaul, including wall painting and drilling holes for extra shelves. Exciting or what. Am also on holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing outside and am loving it. F you summer, f you in the a and hope you never come back ever again. Good riddance.</content>
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    <title>56. And if I ever get married, I'd like to be very, very married.</title>
    <published>2009-09-21T15:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-21T15:13:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;I've come to the terrifying conclusion I can no longer dance the cha-cha. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to elaborate how tragic this is. I used to be &lt;i&gt;ace&lt;/i&gt; at the cha-cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the cat just walked in to the room and gave me the you-suck-dog-balls look. If one more person looks at me like that, I may very well choke on my tea. What a way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am renovating my bedroom. I will be painting said room on October fifth and sixth. Who wants to help. There is no doubt in my mind people have endlessly more important things to do, like watching grass grow or opening a window or doing their laundry, but if you have any spare time outside of doing these massively crucial things you are welcome to come and help out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just wouldn't do for me to drown in purple paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Tori Amos is playing in Groningen the day after tomorrow. I can't believe I'm going to miss this. Weeping, crying, screaming, I'm going to go lay on the street and wait for a bus to hit me, kay thanks ever so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Merlin season kick off was awesome. I hate the word awesome but awesome. There. Take that.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:93550</id>
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    <title>55. The longer you stay away, the more I dream of you.</title>
    <published>2009-09-20T07:48:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-20T07:48:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;It is freezing autumn weather and I have no sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. Nada. Nothing. Completely without. Kaput. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to emphasize how dreadful this is.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:93322</id>
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    <title>54. Exactly what point are you trying to make?</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T19:59:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T19:59:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Men are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo310.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo307.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo306.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo298.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series Merlin that's on the BBC is &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:magdalan:93013</id>
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    <title>53. Today, I am.</title>
    <published>2009-09-05T18:55:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-05T18:58:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Please take me off your list. I took you off mine. I don't expect you to call me every day, or spend all that much time on me either, because I'm just as busy as that, but you don't even care. And I just can't keep pretending I believe in everything you say any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さようなら&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>52. This lightning storm, this tidal wave, this avalanche, I'm not afraid.</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T09:03:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-27T09:03:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>REM - Imitation of Life</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Gosh I never know what to talk about here any more. Way too busy in the real world I guess? Not that it really matters, it's bound to happen sometime. I wish I had something more to talk about, but alas, I am a working machine with no free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooowever. I do have a few pictures I'd like to share of me and my favorite mamasita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Afbeelding2449.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Afbeelding249.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Afbeelding314.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Afbeelding324-1.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Afbeelding313.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Afbeelding524.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those I have no told yet, in August I'm going to South-Korea with that one up there^^^. Hence the no having time. Needing to make money and all that, and most of it goes to paying bills (yes, I pay my own bills, &lt;i&gt;shocking&lt;/i&gt; ey) and saving up. And redecorating my room. Which is going to be purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to announce this is the end of this rather useless post and I will not bother again for at least a whole week!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>51. Side-effects of Mexican Flu: coughing, muscle soreness, turning into a werewolf.</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T21:30:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T21:58:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;I would just like to thank the Jonas brothers, Miley Cyrus, the HSM cast (-Zefron) and all those other new-age Disney dweebs for absolutely ruining my childhood ideals. Disney used to be cool. You hipsters ruined it. Kthnx already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a quilt in other news. If anyone has any inspiring quotes to put in it, would be much appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/3127336388_2d4718a799.jpg?v=0"&gt;Crushing&lt;/a&gt; so bad omg. He loves Elvis, the Dark Crystal and Gundam. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so boring right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addendum&lt;/b&gt;; incoming heat wave within the next week. Excuse me. Why isn't it winter yet? Have I mentioned I hate summer? I hate summer. Hate it.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>50. Happy fifty posts, Magly!</title>
    <published>2009-08-04T20:32:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-04T20:32:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crystal Kay - It's a Crime</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;I don't update here as much anymore. I have become a creature of another habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of. I had this outrageous idea. If anyone here has seen Forrest Gump (which if you haven't, you should) you'll have noted the scene where he runs coast to coast in the US for absolutely no reason at all besides wanting to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather thought that was the best part of the movie. Doing something huge for no reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that I will, whenever it may occur, will bike from Vancouver to Newfoundland. That's &lt;i&gt;7500kms/4500miles&lt;/i&gt;. Depending on what I can bike in a day, which is about &lt;i&gt;50kms/30miles&lt;/i&gt; it'll take me about... 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER. I say this is one of the best ideas I've had yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I get back to Vancouver you will never hear or see from me again. Ha. I'm kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/i44vf9.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know why Magly never gets anything done.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Brad Swaile is &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/r/5wyohs/3"&gt;a-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p180/Kaze_Ninja17/ColossalCon%208/BradSwaile.jpg"&gt;do-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/r/f0u5wy/3"&gt;ra-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/r/2ut3m07/3"&gt;ble.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>49. Above all, the heart.</title>
    <published>2009-07-26T08:44:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-26T08:48:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mother and her boyfriend have returned from the US. They got married there. In an inn.&lt;br /&gt;Now they want to open an inn there. If that happens, I'm outta here. I can go to college there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new jewelry. Mine's either incomplete or just really dingy. I'm thinking natural stones this time around, I'm trying to get away from the plastic-y look that's so hip as a hippo can be right now.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will now proceed to go watch Twilight, for novelty's sake. &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_sol_nuada' lj:user='sol_nuada' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sol-nuada.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://sol-nuada.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sol_nuada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think I know if you're a Harry Potter kind of person, but would you like to go see it? Or have you already?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>48. Fandom Update</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T07:01:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T07:02:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the GazettE ~ Guren</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Gazette: New album is &lt;b&gt;smashing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;DBSG: Soo boring lately. I've never been huge fan but I've always liked their music and now it's just major yawnage.&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior: Ryeowook singing Insomnia by Craig David is beyond cool.&lt;br /&gt;J/Inoran/X/other oldschoolers: Dead as a doornail huh, guys. What's up with the quiet? Oh yeah, J being married, not cool. Rockstars don't get married for real man. They only marry pornstars and models.&lt;br /&gt;Gackt: ... somebody's finally gone off the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;So Nyuh Shi Dae: Can't stop saying cuuuuuuuuute.&lt;br /&gt;FT Island: Your new song is &lt;i&gt;awful&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't like you before, I most certainly don't like you now. I liked the new look, but the song sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki: New song! New cover is fabulouso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I can't think of anything. Having a full time job sucks. I miss out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to give this post some form of depth, I'd like to state that no, I really don't care about you anymore. You're going to have to forget my faux pas here when I say: Tough &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work. On a Saturday. They should make that illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays should be spent sleeping and watching movies and eating tangerines and playing poker. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muchos importantos&lt;/b&gt; Is anyone here willing to make me a graphic for my userinfo? I need to make it pretty.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>47. 26 years old means you could be my older sister, uh brother.</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T17:41:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T17:42:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Shameless plugging and a super happy birthday to Kim Heechul. He may not be my favorite but he's the most fabulous of the celeboys I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://civilized-era.livejournal.com/527469.html?#cutid1"&gt;"Because the birthday boy needs a plus one."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>46. As I lay dying.</title>
    <published>2009-07-08T18:26:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-08T18:26:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bridget Jones' Diary</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/144772t.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Vacation makes me want to pull fingernails out yet at the same time it's incredibly liberating. I'm actually painting again, I haven't done that in a long time. And I can knit and watch LotR and not pick up the phone and not really care either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone here know a really great place to go dancing?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>45. And my epiphanies make sense no more.</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T21:42:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-03T21:43:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>William Ackerman - In the Valley of Moses</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c329/_waterbaby/IMAG0364.png" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I like to think I've gotten used to indecisiveness. I'd even go as far as saying it's part of my charm. Even if it's not very charming. Stretching to say I even have charm, so I guess all in all it's no good anyway. In order to cut a long drawn-out self-doubting story short, I don't know what I want to do with my life. I've never known what I've wanted to do with my life. I've pretended I have for phases in order to create some sort of glorified self-assurance, but as long as I didn't believe in it and I never did, it isn't worth the air I use to lie about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know many people who know what they want. I know a lot of people who think they know what they want and act on that, but hardly anyone who really knows. Must be hard, knowing. Because then the compulsion to really do something must be so much greater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stop thinking about what to do and how to do it, and just do something. Figure out if that's the right thing to do when I get there. Sure cuts off the pressure valve by a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and William Ackerman is brilliant.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>44. Spiritwind.</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T23:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T23:54:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;I am so incredibly high right now.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>43. Spiritness.</title>
    <published>2009-05-21T17:52:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-21T17:52:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reinvent myself.&lt;br /&gt;I woke from a dream and remembered the faces in it.&lt;br /&gt;The world spun backwards for a day&lt;br /&gt;And there was no time&lt;br /&gt;I stood&lt;br /&gt;I ran a million miles &lt;br /&gt;I thought of a memory I'd thought I'd forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Things stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the new type&lt;br /&gt;I am reinvention of the spirit&lt;br /&gt;I am reincarnation of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Type,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;M. Lafferty, 16-09-2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo188.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/IMG_0012.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo203.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/IMG_0013.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo193.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo197.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i8/lindeblum/Photo198.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>42. Let my find a container for all this joy I have.</title>
    <published>2009-05-18T14:30:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-18T14:30:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;Ever had one of those days where you wake up thinking ooh I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do that and you end up doing absolutely nothing and you feel like you just totally wasted 24 hours of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mother seems to disapprove of every single word that comes out of my mouth, because apparently I am 'deliberately trying to provoke her by having a negative opinion on everything she says and does'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaat. Even if I was in a provocative mood, I certainly wouldn't try to take it out on her. I'm not &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt;. And I can't even disagree and say that it wasn't my intention to come across in that manner, because then I'm waving off responsibility. Don't even feel like bringing up all the things she does that annoys me, because it's just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah. What the flipping flying fuck already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect it to backfire on me this soon. I don't know what to do to be this prodigal picture she expects me to be. When I'm withdrawn and emotional and self-destructive it's no good, but when I'm happy albeit a bit smartass but that's just &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; it's still no good. Christ it's like climbing up a wall of fucking butter. You can't &lt;i&gt;climb butter&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a rock so I could throw it at myself. At least then I'd have something constructive to do . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I thought it'd feel good to complain but now I'm just in a bad mood. Muchos gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood of the day: fucking &lt;i&gt;aggravated&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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