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  <title>Ein Tag im Leben der Dame Ulrike</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 13:47:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>....</title>
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  <description>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Screw you guys, I&apos;m going home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to start packing now and see to it that the transfer is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Eh, yeah, dropping Ulrike (which will be in effect tomorrow. It does take her all day to get ready to leave, really. XD). It feels like she kinda overstayed her welcome and stuff. *sweatdrops*))</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2006 03:00:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HUZZAH</title>
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  <description>Mali, &lt;s&gt;Axel&lt;/s&gt;Namu. Good news for you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Namu (I REFUSE TO CALL HIM WHATEVER HE IS NOW, DAMMIT)&apos;s legal gaurdian who struck the deal with her have decided to call it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats you&apos;re free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Now I don&apos;t have to rely on Miss Umu for progress reports.&lt;/s&gt;I SAID NOTHING EXCEPT HUZZAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I celebrate CAUSE ITS ABOUT FREAKING TIME, OHOHOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You two can go do whatever you want. I don&apos;t care anymore. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Yep. No more Namu/Mali wedding thingy. Nothing to see here, yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this doesn&apos;t also mean that Namu/Mali OTP is officially dead. Really.))</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2006 02:15:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>argh...</title>
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  <description>EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE AGAINST ME. AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[The Following is randomly typed in German, yay. XD]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN&apos;T THEY CALL THE DAMN THING OFF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end German...eh...-ness.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((She&apos;s been spying on Mali and Namu for the past couple of days. So far, not much progress has been made. Ohnoes! :o))</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2006 03:39:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>=In German=</title>
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  <description>Following those two around is tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother told me to watch them and see if they open up to each other again. After all, nothing must interfere with the wedding (business deal is more like it. *sighs*)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. It would make more sense to move the date or something. That&apos;s more logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I&apos;m glad I&apos;m allowed to marry anyone I want now. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should ask that Umu girl to help me or something...*shrugs*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2006 02:53:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...=In German=</title>
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  <description>So both of them left the Kessha and can&apos;t remember anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...most importantly, they can&apos;t remember each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to explain this Mother now?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 18:42:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...Mali, if you eat all those cookies and cakes you baked, you&apos;re going to get &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how would you fit in the wedding dress Mother searched high and low for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jun 2006 22:07:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;;</title>
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  <description>So last night I found Mali sleepwalking and mumbling odd things (well, gee, she hasn&apos;t done that in awhile. Something must be bothering her or something. *shrugs*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led her back to her dorm &lt;s&gt;with recording equipment for some laughs (even she could find some of the stuff she said funny)&lt;/s&gt; so she could sleep in peace and not freak everybody out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason now, the Kessha wont let me go to my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was das Bumsen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out a Kessha member you idiots. Surely that would be a plus in your books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So where am I supposed to go to now? *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Was das Bumsen is google!German equivalent to WTF. Thats all you need to know. XD))</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 23:24:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Where did Herr Fubuki go? *blinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((...Yes, she was in the crowd of girls that chased Fubuki in this week&apos;s episode. Uh...yeah. *is shot*))</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2006 20:34:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oooh, a survey!</title>
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  <description>So, I did one of those long survey thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 1 : HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheated on someone?: No&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen off the bed?: No&lt;br /&gt;3. Broken someone&apos;s heart?: ...Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Had your heart broken?: No&lt;br /&gt;5. Had a dream come true?: Occasionally&lt;br /&gt;6. Done something you regret?: No. &amp;lt;&amp;lt;; ;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 2 : CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wearing?: My Obelisk Blue uniform, duh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Like anyone?: &lt;s&gt;Fubuki~...&lt;/s&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have any piercings?: Ears pierced and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive?: No&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever Smoked?: No&lt;br /&gt;6. Tattoos?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 3 : LAST PERSON YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hugged?: No one&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed?: ...&lt;br /&gt;3. IMed?: Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;4. Talked on the phone to? Mother&lt;br /&gt;5. Yelled at?: The Loser Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 4 : PERSONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you/did you want to be when you finish(ed) school?: Well, someday I&apos;ll get Mother&apos;s company... &lt;br /&gt;2. What has been the best day of your life?: Several years back...&lt;br /&gt;3. What comes first in your life?: ME&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you most scared of?: Not being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually think about before you go to bed? Not telling. &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you lose someone you really loved?: ...not saying.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you love your family? I am still questioning Mother&apos;s choice on having a husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 5 : FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie: Run Lola Run&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: Keep Tryin&apos; by Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;3. Ice Cream Flavor: Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;4. Fruit: Mango&lt;br /&gt;5. Candy: M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;6. Day of the Week: Saturday &lt;br /&gt;7. Color: Blue and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 6 : DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like to give hugs?: No. It shows WEAKNESS.&lt;br /&gt;2. Like to walk in the rain?: Rather refreshing&lt;br /&gt;3. Prefer black or blue pens?: Blue&lt;br /&gt;4. Like to travel?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep on your side?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a goldfish?: No.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever have the falling dream?: When I was little&lt;br /&gt;8. Have stuffed animals?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 7 : THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierced nose or tongue?: Neither&lt;br /&gt;2. MTV or BET?: MTV&lt;br /&gt;3. 7th Heaven or Dawson&apos;s Creek?: Never heard of them&lt;br /&gt;4. Sugar or salt?: Sugar&lt;br /&gt;5. Silver or gold?: gold&lt;br /&gt;6. Chocolate or flowers?: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;7. Color or Black-and-white photos?: Color&lt;br /&gt;8. M&amp;Ms or skittles? M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;9. Stay up late or sleep in?: Stay up late&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot or cold?: ...Warm.&lt;br /&gt;11. Ketchup or mustard?: Ketchup&lt;br /&gt;12. Spring or Fall?: Spring&lt;br /&gt;13. Happy or sad? Happy&lt;br /&gt;14. Wonder or amazement?: Wonder&lt;br /&gt;15. Mexican or italian food?: Italian&lt;br /&gt;16. O.C. or Laguna Beach?: The what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all. </description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jun 2006 01:40:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hmmm...</title>
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  <description>Hey kids, isn&apos;t today &lt;s&gt;your god&apos;s&lt;/s&gt;Yugi Muto&apos;s birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, only half of you seem to be noticing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you&apos;ll listen if its that Seto Kaiba&apos;s birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEY! SETO KAIBA&apos;S BIRTHDAY IS, LIKE, 5 MONTHS AWAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be sleeping now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2006 19:43:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...can I be one of the bridesmaids? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme guess, everything will be WHITE. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was fast. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she used the emergency escape pod and loaded it with something to make it drop by in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, that was fast. When she told me afterwards, she sounded really eager about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But why though? </description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2006 00:41:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I decided to visit the crazed loser child and I find her poking that Kouji guy with a stick while mumbling something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dragon...thing told me that she was freaking out about something and fell out of the medical room window and, rather convenient for her (how is she doing that), landed right on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also figured that perhaps it would be a good idea to hand her over to that Kaito guy to watch over her (and handing over what&apos;s equivalent to 400 euros in yen...I still need to figure this out...) so she could be less hysterical about this whole Kouji business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although now I don&apos;t think this will end well. He just passed by with a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of chloroform, and a book titled &apos;Converting People to the Hikari no Kessha for Dummies&apos; while wearing protective gear on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herr Kaito can handle it, right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, then I&apos;m going to ask Mother to get her lawyer to produce a restraining order for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ooooh! My order of &apos;Run, Lola, Run&apos; just came in. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to watch and proceeds to ignore everything this weekend*</description>
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  <lj:mood>not worried at all. yay.</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 21:57:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HIDE ME!</title>
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  <description>I swear, I think the nurse is after me. o________o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was drag in Miss Loser to the medical room, laid her on a bed and mumble about my back hurting and she somehow heard me and pulled out the biggest needle I ever seen. I managed to escape with no injuries (minus the the pinpricks on my arm from Miss Loser&apos;s stupid spiked collar when I was dragging her in. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn&apos;t get me. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;That Kouji guy must be insane...*shrugs*&lt;/s&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 01:49:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...So now the Loser&apos;s wearing a spiked collar and yapping about something in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, use a language that I&apos;m particularlly rusty on. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could&apos;ve sworn one of the words in French was &apos;light.&apos; Did she actually join or is that Kouji messing with her brain again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if she did, she&apos;d be saying &apos;Saiou-sama&apos; every five sentences. And that gets rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another one bites the dust. We need to clone the ones who are about to duel a Hikari no Kessha member or something. Not like I care or anything. *shifty eyes*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2006 02:21:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bah.</title>
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  <description>I TOLD her he was trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I told her that in German. I don&apos;t think she&apos;s been practicing her German at all either. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I think she&apos;s gone past the deep end this time. I mean, hearing voices? Is this going to be a job for the nurse? Or should I just claim that I don&apos;t know her and move along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, that option sounds good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Your boyfriend seems to have gone crazy. You better fix the problem or its too late. You&apos;ll know it is when he keeps repeating &apos;They&apos;re coming to take me away! Ha ha ha!&apos; or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whack to the head could work though...*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2006 18:00:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>w00t!</title>
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  <description>Yay, I&apos;m 17 today! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO PARTY?! OHOHOHOHOHO!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Apr 2006 22:05:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>WTF?!</title>
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  <description>Mali, did you slip something in my food this morning?! &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Of course not, you were busy giving away some flowers and burning the rest of them all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it must the fumes! AHA! Its still your fault, you little loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix it! Fix it now! I don&apos;t this...thing...in my pants to stay any longer, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((And the insanity claims another victim. YAY!))</description>
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  <lj:music>((Some German band - Ich bin cool, bist du cool?))</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">((Some German band - Ich bin cool, bist du cool?))</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 01:34:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ah, I get my own room here in Obelisk...Blue?...or is it White? O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for finally being out of that room of flowery doom. I mean, that Aerith girl from Final Fantasy 7 would be in flower girl heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I&apos;m starting to sound like that loser geek boy. Yippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw Teh Loser Child leave her dorm room with a duel disk under her arm earlier. If its that freaky oh-so-NICE guy, then she better do us (ie, family) a favor by stop acting like an idiot and win. She&apos;ll ruining Hartmann Co.&apos;s image, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not like I care if she joins Saiou&lt;s&gt;-loser&lt;/s&gt;&apos;s &apos;society.&apos; If she wants to join a cult and get herself killed, then let her do it (as long she does in a fashion that Mother would probably approve in or somthing *shrugs*). OHOHOHOHOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Yes, attempting to get her to sound like a heartless bitch. *sweatdrops and gets hit by rotten tomatoes*))</description>
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  <lj:mood>ah, no more flowers</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 00:24:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...Are we there yet? x25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yay for sunglasses. The Loser&apos;s wig is trying to blind us all. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Yay for homework distractions!))</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Apr 2006 23:03:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ah, so this trip is over already? About freakin&apos; time, I was wondering when we&apos;ll be back in the Academy and actually learning about random things. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cabin me and the Loser share is making me sick from all those flower fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Are we there yet?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2006 00:53:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YAY!</title>
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  <description>LOL, several guys decided to ask me out at the same time. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then they decided to duel each other and managed to knock themselves out. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&apos;s the nurse&apos;s office? *blinks*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 2006 03:43:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;Gute Nacht&lt;/i&gt;. I am Helga. Heir of a German publishing company. Step-sister of that chemistry-set loving slangy FREAK known as Mary Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DEMAND DATES! *((insert dub laugh of doom here))*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I figured that even in a dubbed version of the RP, she&apos;d still be a...er...meanie. Like, woah. I&apos;m starting to dub myself. NOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and her name would be a much simpler name that everyone would instantly figure out where she&apos;s from. That and I&apos;m horrible at doing foriegn accents, so, uh, imagine a really bad (and fake sounding) German accent. That is all.))</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 2006 00:27:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oi, sexy musician...wait...&apos;Fubuki&apos; wasn&apos;t it? Eh, anyway, when I say &apos;date,&apos; I don&apos;t mean the fruit &apos;date,&apos; I mean the noun &apos;date&apos; in which two people go out in some romantic setting and have fun there. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although...these dates are rather good...must...get...more...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 23:43:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>was?!</title>
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  <description>I thought Japan was a usually crimefree country. O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, and now, a meme to cheer everyone up...somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;font-size:15 ; font-weight:bold ; color:#FFF ; background-color:#808080 ; text-align:center ; line-height:20px&quot;&gt;April Fool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/blondhellcat/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;blondhellcat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;paints your car orange.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/gemujoudan/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;gemujoudan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;buys you a Russian &lt;s&gt;Bride&lt;/s&gt;Groom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/gx_marysue/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;gx_marysue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;smiles. All the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/i_like_red/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i_like_red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;has a hundred large anchovy pizzas and a diet coke delivered to your door.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/justice__friend/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;justice__friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;eggs your Russian &lt;s&gt;Bride&lt;/s&gt;Groom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/kaiserryo/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaiserryo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;trims your hedge into a replica of the Venus de Milo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/kochouran/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kochouran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;TPs your elderly relatives.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/metaknightgirl/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;metaknightgirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;glues your cat to your bedroom ceiling.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/queenzeru/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;queenzeru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#F0F0F0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;legally changes your name to MoonBeam Cappa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0&quot; nowrap=&quot;nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/userinfo.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://users.livejournal.com/x_windswept/&quot; style=&quot;color:blue&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;x_windswept&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color:#C0C0C0 ; color:#000&quot;&gt;shaves your dog.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.alter-idem.com/toy/aprilfool.php&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Prank Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imaginary groom is crying in a corner now. Jerks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Do I want to know what you&apos;re smiling about, Mali? &lt;s&gt;And why the hell is your hair blue?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((YAY! For once this week I&apos;m the one who starts meme trend! W00t! XD))</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2006 03:19:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>So theres more people here. March must be a popular month. O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months ago, I&apos;ve seen some ninja-ish peeps talking to Mother. Now the Loser Child reports of fighting off ninjas. And she has new abilities that I knew she didn&apos;t have the last time I saw her...which was two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s something mighty suspicious of that &apos;Boarding School&apos; Mother sent her off too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, I&apos;m being concerned about my step-sister&apos;s (who I usually can&apos;t stand the presence of) well being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Yeah, she does show a caring side sometimes. O_o;))</description>
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