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  <title>The Doodles of Bessyboo</title>
  <subtitle>Queen of the Purple-Eyed Creatures...</subtitle>
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    <name>Bessyboo, Queen of the Purple-Eyed Creatures</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-03T21:27:12Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bessyboo:66134</id>
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    <title>New York updates, my new camera, jewelry for sale, &amp; more...</title>
    <published>2008-07-02T05:21:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T21:27:12Z</updated>
    <category term="summer vacation"/>
    <category term="sometimes i play tourist"/>
    <category term="and i make jewelry too!"/>
    <category term="i was meant for the stage"/>
    <category term="my geekery: let me show you it"/>
    <category term="picspam"/>
    <category term="photography is the shit"/>
    <content type="html">So it turns out that we're seeing "The Little Mermaid" &lt;i&gt;TONIGHT&lt;/i&gt; instead of Thursday (I got the date wrong), and Dad &amp; Summer went and got four tickets to "Gypsy" (with Patti Lupone!) at TCKTS this morning, so we're seeing that tomorrow afternoon, and then tomorrow night we've got "In The Heights"--so the next 48 hours are going to be wonderfully Broadway-filled! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am totally IN LOVE with &lt;a href="http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/65285.html"&gt;my new camera&lt;/a&gt;! Uncle Mark and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/"&gt;B&amp;H&lt;/a&gt; (the HUGE professional photography &amp; video store in NY) yesterday and got me a nice bag (which was like 1/3 of the price it normally is, since it's technically used, but you can't even tell), a UV filter, and a lens cleaning pen. That place is AWESOME, you guys. Their method of using conveyor belts to get stuff around the store is like, WAY cool. Anyway, so yeah...I'm loving my new camera ^^ Check out some shots I've taken with it: &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of these photos are COMPLETELY UNEDITED, with the exception of resizing &amp; sharpening (to compensate for the blur you get from resizing). And adding the border, of course. Also, all photos were taken by me, unless otherwise specified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yfacc"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yg64d"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yh5e8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yks2t"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yp5ya"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yqt8f"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yr338"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer imitates Zeke jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000ysah5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yt68q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the lighting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000ywf98"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, it's not the best picture ever, but it was too hilarious not to include XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yxtxb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says she never looks good in photos. I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000yy6xb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z0e7k"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z170b"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z2p6r"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z3e2p"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the airplane window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z4c2w"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z5k5f"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z6daq"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z7b1e"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z8ax7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chocolate shop is called "Chocolate By The Bald Man", and it's DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000z98sw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000zaxex"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000zbf00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are inside the Chelsea Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000zcy8q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000zd86x"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000ze3as"&gt; &lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/pic/000zf3z1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a small dog park near the piers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In still other news...as many of you RL peeps know, I've gotten really into making jewelry (particularly earrings) in the past year or so. I'm getting ready to start selling them on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy.Com&lt;/a&gt;, so I've been taking pictures. &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bessyboo/gallery/00098bsq"&gt;Tell me what you guys think!&lt;/a&gt; (If anyone's interested in actually buying any, leave me a comment! Most of the earrings are $5, with a couple exceptions, the necklaces are $10, and the bracelets are $15. Shipping is always $5, but you can combine orders.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...that should be it for now! I'm off to see Little Merms soon--I can't wait! I'll tell ya'll how the shows all were tomorrow evening or Thursday morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; JUST GOT BACK FROM LITTLE MERMAID. IT WAS AMAZING, GUYS. SHERRI RENE SCOTT, HAVE MY BBZ PLZ. ALSO, THE BACKSTAGE TOUR WAS &lt;i&gt;AMAZING BEYOND BELIEF&lt;/i&gt;. I AM SO JEALOUS OF THEIR FLYSPACE, OMG. AND THEIR LIGHTING CAPABILITIES!!! *DED* MORE LATER, WHEN I AM LESS OF THE DEDNESS. (Also, the kid who played Flounder was AWESOME and Summer should date him, and also also, we briefly met the guy who plays Chef Louis backstage ^^)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bessyboo:65800</id>
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    <title>New York, New York, It's A Wonderful Town</title>
    <published>2008-07-01T04:23:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-01T04:35:08Z</updated>
    <category term="summer vacation"/>
    <category term="sometimes i play tourist"/>
    <category term="i was meant for the stage"/>
    <content type="html">So, I'm in NYC. It's really a blast (and the apartment we're staying in is AMAZING) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Eddie Izzard last night, which was TOTALLY amazing ^^ It's been a while since I laughed that hard for that long. I went with my "honorary uncle" Mark (who, coincidentally, is Peder G-H's &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; uncle), and we both had a really good time. Since we only had two tickets, and Summer would rather see a musical anyway, she and Dad went to "Altar Boyz", which they tell me was very good--it's a send-up of boybands and religion, so how can it go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got tickets to "In The Heights" on Wednesday, which just won the Tony for Best Musical, so that should be good. (When we were in NY last year, we saw "Spring Awakening", which won the Tony for Best Musical LAST year...am I sensing a pattern?) Then on Thursday, we have BACKSTAGE PASSES to "The Little Mermaid"...yes, you read that right. I AM SO EXCITED, GUYS. For serious. I am like, the HUGEST Disney freak, and I LOVE their stage shows, and ya'll KNOW how I love theatre, so Backstage Passes are like, HUGE. So yeah, I'm pretty psyched for that. (How we actually got tickets, let alone BS Passes (the show is sold out already for like, the next YEAR)--turns out ALAN FRIGGING MENKEN (Disney composer extrondinare/GOD) is a close family friend of my dad's girlfriend, so Dad just asked and Marisa called up "Uncle Alan", and BAM! VIP tickets ^^ Summer now hates her considerably less XD) We're also going to check out TCKTS tomorrow, and may end up going to a show tomorrow night or a Wednesday matinee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went and saw "Wall•E" tonight, which was fun. It was more sweet and less funny than some of the other Pixar movies (a la "Finding Nemo"), but still good. I recommend it ^^ I also went and saw "Get Smart" with &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorarhene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=pandorarhene'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=pandorarhene'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorarhene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='queelez' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://queelez.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://queelez.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;queelez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tonparapluie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tonparapluie.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://tonparapluie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tonparapluie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at MoA on my birthday, and that was great too. So I recommend both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff, but I'll try and update again later this week, purple-eyed creatures. Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; Almost forgot! Uncle Mark and I saw a TV actor waiting outside the bathroom at the Eddie Izzard show! He's the guy who plays the older lab tech on NCIS. So that was cool ^^</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bessyboo:65594</id>
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    <title>Oh my god, oh my god you guys! (All this week, I've had butterflies!)</title>
    <published>2008-06-27T04:39:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-27T04:39:28Z</updated>
    <category term="i kind of hate the midwest"/>
    <category term="major life events"/>
    <category term="little sisters are pets--not family"/>
    <category term="♥ the study group"/>
    <content type="html">(&lt;s&gt;Every time he looks at me, it's totally proposal eyes!&lt;/s&gt; *AHEM* I mean....uhm. XD Summer's had "Legally Blonde: The Search for the New Elle Woods" on BOTH the TV and computer like, constantly for the past couple days, and the songs really get to you! &lt;font size="1"&gt;Someone save me! AHHH!&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. You guys. Seriously. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT'S MY LAST HALF HOUR OF LEGALLY BEING A MINOR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (Better go commit a crime now, huh? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I just got back from Atlanta, and how messed up is it that it's totally hotter here than it was there?! Or it feels like it, at least. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since it's my birthday tomorrow...Study Group (+Graham)--let's go hang out at the mall! I wanna see a movie (Wall-E's coming out, and I think Get Smart is out now too, and I've heard Kung-Fu Panda is funny), and it's been AGES since we hung out at the mall. Graham, if you bring your laptop, I'll bring my iPod with all the stuff you want on it. (What IS all the stuff you want? You'll have to tell me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...y/y, guys? Tell me if you're coming. I'll call whoever doesn't respond here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;PS I'm totally going to have a party, but I'm leaving for New York on Sunday &amp; not getting back until 7/7, so it's not going to be until like, the second week of July, and I'd like to do something ON my actual b-day.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bessyboo:65285</id>
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    <title>Graduation, etc....</title>
    <published>2008-06-14T17:48:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-14T22:31:24Z</updated>
    <category term="major life events"/>
    <category term="my geekery: let me show you it"/>
    <category term="introspection blah blah blah"/>
    <content type="html">So, my graduation party is today. In like, 45 minutes.(All you RL people better be there, BTW. Unless you already told me you weren't, in which case...you still suck XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I thought I'd have a much more difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that I'm now &lt;i&gt;done&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;i&gt;school&lt;/i&gt;. Possibly forever, but at least for the foreseeable future. And that's just...wow. But I run that through my head, and it's just like, "yeah, okay, cool". Which is...I mean, I'm pretty sure it's sunk in by now, and it's exciting and all, but my brain seems to have, like, already processed it and moved on. It's kind of weird, because it's only been a couple weeks; I don't &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like I should be over it already, but I kind of am. *shrug* It's just a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, enough of that feelings crap! In other news, my laptop is STILL broken. I sent it back to Dell a while ago, and they fixed the mobo/heating issue, but didn't replace my HD, which is still shot :\ So I have to send it back AGAIN so they can replace the HD XD BUT, once all that is done, I will have a huge "concerts I have been to in the past couple months" recap post, with bad quality (cell phone) video &amp; pics from MCR in Chicago on 4/17, and medium to good quality video &amp; pics from Honda Civic (Panic/Hush Sound/etc.) on 5/27. So. Yay for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In still OTHER news (back to the graduation thing, sort of), I'm 99% positive that my parents got me the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sony-DSLRA300K-Digital-SteadyShot-Stabilization/dp/B00138MVBY/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=electronics&amp;amp;qid=1213464676&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;DSLR I wanted&lt;/a&gt; for a graduation present, and I am SO EXCITED to start playing around and testing it out :DDDD I've really gotten into photography lately, and I find urban landscapes &amp; people as backgrounds especially cool, but my absolute FAVORITE is night photography. It's just so...I don't even know. As somewhat of a life-long insomniac and a HUGE night owl, I've always loved the night, and I really love capturing images of things that can't be seen in the daylight. ...wow, that sounds really pretentious XD But anyway, thus the reason for going with a Sony--for the built-in image stabilization technology, rather than getting a technically higher-quality (and more expensive) Canon or Nikon, which I'd have to buy special expensive image stabilization lenses for. So. Yeah. &amp;lt; / camera geekery &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to make sure all the food is, ah, &lt;i&gt;up to my standards&lt;/i&gt; (aka pick at all the yummy stuff). Later, purple-eyed creatures--see some of you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; Got over $400 in checks &amp; cash as gifts, plus the camera I wanted (including all the accessories!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA2:&lt;/b&gt; EVERYONE GO VISIT &lt;a href="http://www.tomforkery.com"&gt;WWW.TOMFORKERY.COM&lt;/a&gt; RIGHT NOW! I'm going to make a more detailed post about it later, but for now, just check it out ;) (I designed it, of course ~.^)</content>
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    <title>TO DO!</title>
    <published>2008-05-29T19:44:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T17:13:56Z</updated>
    <category term="my life: so crazy"/>
    <category term="high school ≠ best time of your life"/>
    <category term="bandom"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL TO GET DONE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Finish Science Project&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Finish Studio Tour of Red's Room&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Move Red's Room to own account&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Revise Econ Paper&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REALLY SHOULD TO GET DONE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make (&amp; Print) Grad Party Invite&lt;br /&gt;- Charge Camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIKE TO GET DONE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Write Brendon/Bob drabble for M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Upload THS (So Sudden &amp; Like Vines) + Vanessa (Heroes &amp; Theives) for M&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Download Honda Civic photos/vids from camera&lt;br /&gt;- Update LJ about Panic concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOW PRIORITY TO GET DONE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- SHOWER&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- SLEEP&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bessyboo:64599</id>
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    <title>School happenings &amp; TV finales...</title>
    <published>2008-05-23T16:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T17:03:15Z</updated>
    <category term="i watch too much tv"/>
    <category term="women&amp;apos;s murder club"/>
    <category term="the office"/>
    <category term="bones"/>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <category term="house"/>
    <category term="high school ≠ best time of your life"/>
    <content type="html">So, it's senior skip day. (Although technically, they have to call it "community immersion day"--immerse yourself in the local community...aka not in school! *eyeroll*) For me, that means sleeping until noon, and then spending the rest of the day on the computer, surrounded by snack food. Fun stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled the senior prank the other day. Over 75 of us gathered in the hallway in the middle of the fourth floor at 1:45 (15 minutes before the end of school), and threw a huge dance party. Someone blasted a boombox, and people had party hats, silly string, confetti, streamers, cowbells, whistles, party blowers--the works. We paraded around the fourth floor until Scroggins told us that if we didn't take it outside, he would start taking names for Saturday School. The party continued outside in front of the steps after that until the buses started to leave. So, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, earlier this week, apparently one guy was caught sucking another guy's dick in the 3rd floor bathrooms. Especially after what's-his-name got caught fingering his girlfriend under the lunch table earlier in the year, it would seem that the class of '08 can&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; keep it in their pants. *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of TV season finales this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House was...interesting. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't expect them to kill Amber, so that was kind of a shock. It definitely worked, though. It'll be interesting to see the House/Wilson interaction next season now. Although I'm pretty sure House is overestimating how mad Wilson is going to be--he friggin RISKED his LIFE for her with the brain surgery thing, I think Wilson gets that. Also, the writers obviously have decided that the whole "inside House's head" format works well for finales/ends of the season (Three Stories, No Reason, etc.). I don't disagree; I just hope they don't overuse it, because part of the reason it works so well is because it's something &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Bones...&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*sobs* ZAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! That was totally, TOTALLY cruel on the part of the writers. They SAID he wasn't Gormagon, okay? THEY SAID THAT!!! AND THEN THEY MADE HIM GORMAGON'S &lt;i&gt;APPRENTICE&lt;/i&gt;!!! That's just misleading. And MEAN. *pouts* BUT, the whole Zack tragedy aside, it really was a good episode. The Gormagon capture was OBVIOUSLY extremely rushed, due to the shortened season from the Writer's Strike, but given what they were working with, I'll forgive that. And have I mentioned how much I love Sweets? BECAUSE HAHAHA, I LOVE SWEETS XD He adds a great element to the show, and the dynamic between him, Booth and Brennan is really interesting. I can't wait to see what happens with his character next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office was great. So many shockers! (Which we knew there were going to be, but still.) &lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I SO saw Jan's pregnancy from like, a MILE away. The surprising part was that &lt;i&gt;the kid isn't Michael's&lt;/i&gt;. XD Ahaha, poor Michael. So, he's going to be, like, Jan's baby daddy (figuratively), or something? Ah, the drama that is Michael and Jan. Speaking of drama, RYAN GETTING ARRESTED!!! AHAHAHA!!!! The fact that it was A) for corporate fraud, not drugs, B) totally out-of-the-blue, and C) THEY SAW IT ON YOUTUBE basically make it one of those "priceless TV moments" XD The very best part of it, for me? JIM'S VOICEMAILS XD Jim, ILU &amp;hearts; SPEAKING of loving Jim....POOR PAM! "I really thought he was going to propose..." AND POOR JIM! WITH ANDY STEALING HIS THUNDER!!! AND ANGELA BEING ALL, WELL I SUPPOSE!!! DDD:! But the biggest shocker of the entire episode? THE VERY LAST SCENE!!! ANGELA AND DWIGGGGHHHHTTTT!!!! OMG. I think we all kind of knew that she wasn't really serious about the whole Andy thing, and still obviously loved Dwight, which was why I was so surprised that she said yes to Andy, but. !!!! THAT LAST SCENE!!!!! IT IS SO UN-ANGELA-LIKE!!! So. Basically, I can't WAIT for next season of TO, but what's new? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural was...good, not amazing. &lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mostly I kept waiting for them to save Dean, and then they DIDN'T, and he's in HELL, and it's all like, uhm, !!!??!?!??! So. My general verdict on the SPN finale? "Can't wait to see how they dig themselves out of THIS one...!" XD Also, the whole Lillith-taking-over-Ruby's-body thing? Does that mean Ruby's gone? Or do they just have to get a new actress to play her next season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been watching Women's Murder Club, has anyone else? It's pretty good, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; think, but I enjoy crime dramas &amp; procedurals, so. Given the very unsure state of its renewal, I thought it was gutsy of them to end it on a cliffhanger, but...*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Betty and Grey's Anatomy are downloading as I type this, so I'll let you know what I think after I've watched them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's pretty much it. PANIC CONCERT TUESDAY!!! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, purple-eyed creatures ^^</content>
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    <title>Current Events + Fic = THE BUNNIES, THEY *SLAY* ME!!! WOE :(</title>
    <published>2008-05-16T03:23:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T17:04:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/16/us/16marriage.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;For those of you who are blind, deaf, dumb, AND living under a rock (or, you know, just very very uninformed)...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, REALLY wanna see fic now where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;upon hearing this, Pete attempts to drag Patrick out to (very publicly) get married (SRSLY THIS IS THE VERY VERY FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF WHEN I HEARD ABOUT THE COURT RULING XDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;after getting drunk one night in LA, Jon &amp; Spencer accidentally get married (okay, it's been done with a million other couples, BUT I STILL LOVE THESE FICS, OKAY? and it's another excuse to write one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gerard gets all excited and &lt;i&gt;preachy&lt;/i&gt;, and is all, "Lyn-Z! Can I &lt;i&gt;pleeeeease&lt;/i&gt; go to California and marry Frankie? I'm trying to make &lt;i&gt;a point&lt;/i&gt;! ...I swear you can have him back when I'm done, Jamia!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gabe actually attempts to marry his whole band, and refuses to take "polygamy" as an excuse for why he can't XD "But I'm totally allowed to marry the guys too now, like, legally, right? So what's the problem?!"&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandom has eaten my BRAINZ, guys &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>Guess what time it is? FIC SNIPPET/BUNNY POSTING TIME!!!</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T21:54:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So, I haven't actually written fic since I was active in HP fandom in like, 9th grade at the latest, and haven't posted anything in even longer (5th grade, I believe?). So, it feels a little strange to be writing (and posting) fic again. For those of you who don't know, I REALLY don't consider myself much of a writer; I'm much more of beta/editor. Still, bandom seems to have driven me back into that fic-writing place of mind, so...here's what's been going in/come out of my crazy-ass head XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angels &amp; Devils AU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after reading &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='stereomer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stereomer.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://stereomer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stereomer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s guardian angel AU bunny (which is possibly now her bigbang fic?), I had this idea that went something like, "What if heaven and hell were run like corporations? And what if God and the Devil were like the presidents/CEOs of the company? AND WHAT IF ALL THESE POSITIONS WERE FILLED BY THE BANDOM BOYS?!" And it turned into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once upon a time--not all that long ago, really--God and the Devil were friends. They would meet up at a different coffee house of God's choosing every other Sunday, and had some good times in the Devil's "super-sekkrit basement of AWESOMENESS" (as he so affectionately called it) every Friday night. However, they eventually realized that they just had different visions for the fate of the human race, and decided that given this, it was probably better if they didn't hang out. Since then, they've proclaimed themselves "mortal frenemies" in public. This isn't &lt;i&gt;entirely&lt;/i&gt; true, though. They still exchange Christmas and birthday cards, and when he gets &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; bored, the Devil sometimes drunk-dials God. God always finds this exceptionally hilarious. Good times.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can probably tell, the Devil is Gabe. And Pete is God (yeah, that's right XD). Patrick is God's personal assistant (think Betty to Pete's Daniel--Ugly Betty, anyone?), and Bill and Travis are Gabe's right-hand men (kind of like Pain and Panic to Hades in the Disney movie &lt;i&gt;Hercules&lt;/i&gt;). Random other people: Brian is in charge of Angel assignment, Ray and Bob are the HR Reps for Heaven and Hell (respectively), and Mikeyway is the most absent-minded (worst) guardian angel EVER (but you still gotta love him). There are lots of other people I have cast, but those are the only ones that come up in this next snippet, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Guys, great news!" William pranced into the room, a wide smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis looked up from the game of &lt;i&gt;Sorry!&lt;/i&gt; (Disney Edition!) that he'd been playing with Gabe. "What's up, man? Pete mix up the days of the week again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, even &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt;! Mikeyway's back in the field!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously?" Gabe's gaze shot up from rearranging the pieces on the board to meet William's face. "Who'd you hear that from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William waved a dismissive hand. "I was just talking to Bob, who had lunch with Ray the other day, who mentioned that he had just talked to Greta, who had heard from Patrick that Pete told Brian to put Mikey back out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe tilted his head, stroking his small goatee in thought. Travis just looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, who's Mikey, again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William rolled his eyes. "Man, have you been getting into the drug stash again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe turned to glare at Travis, who had a sheepish expression on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, what did I tell you? I need you to get that stuff out into the local high schools and college campuses--our numbers last quarter were &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; disappointing. You're not helping anything by &lt;i&gt;smoking&lt;/i&gt; it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry." Travis managed to look guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right." Gabe turned back to William. "So, Mikeyway's back in the field, you say? Hmm, interesting." Turning away again, he went back to stroking his beard in thought. "He just got taken out a few weeks ago, but Wentz always &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; have a soft spot for him." Grinning abruptly, he flashed unusually pointy teeth. "Well, whatever. Doesn't matter the reason; that's &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; news for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned back to William and Travis, ready to ask William if he'd heard who Mikey's new (unlucky) charge was, only to find them acting out several lewd scenes with the &lt;i&gt;Sorry!&lt;/i&gt; pieces. Now, Gabe would normally be all for this, and was even tempted to join in (really, what &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; Peter Pan and Captain Hook doing? So vanilla!), but there was &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; to be done. They had to focus, and, more importantly, pay attention to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleared his throat, causing both men to look up from an orgy involving Tarzan, Ariel, and Dumbo. "Come on, dudes, we've got &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; to do! I need you two to go get some bouncers drunk, so they'll let in that huge group of underage kids planning on going clubbing tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gotcha, boss," Travis said, climbing to his feet with William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they stood there, Gabe looked at them expectantly. "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Get your sorry asses out there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis giggled. "Sorry! Hehehe," as William grabbed his arm and dragged him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing contentedly, Gabe sat down and reached for Buzz Lightyear and Bambi.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;High School AU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but it's NOT "I'm Not Okay" 'verse! *gasp*, I know. I started this universe with &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but as with most things, she got bored and moved onto other stuff. Since then, I've changed some things, and added some stuff. Important stuff to know: Frank's a sophomore, Bob is his VP, and Brian is Frank's older brother (who is made of AWESOME) &amp; guardian (their parents died in a car crash years ago, I believe, and Brian's old enough that he takes care of Frankie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hi, Bob!" The vice principal looked up just in time to see Frank Iero bound into his office, and promptly fall over a chair placed directly in front of the door. The corners of Bob's mouth twitched. Apparently, someone had forgotten to move it, and if anyone asked, it wasn't him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrambling to his feet, Frank frowned. "Huh, that's not usually there." Shrugging it off, he bypassed the uncomfortable-looking chairs that lined the office in favor of sitting on top of Bob's big, intimidating desk. Sliding across the desktop (and knocking over several picture frames in the process), Frank grinned widely at the vice principal. "So, anything new and interesting going on, Bob?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm never going to get you to actually call me Mr. Bryar, am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, probably not," Frank agreed amiably. "So! New and interesting stuff! Come on, tell me all the latest teacher gossip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I had lunch with your brother yesterday." Bob smirked, turning back to his computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er." Frank's broad grin dropped a notch. "He was taking you on a date?" he asked hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob rolled his eyes, ignoring the little voice in his head which was saying &lt;i&gt;I wish...&lt;/i&gt; "We were discussing last week's...&lt;i&gt;incident&lt;/i&gt; in Chemistry. Ms. Jithandrahydrathin was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;i&gt;swear&lt;/i&gt; that was an accident, honest!" Frank said, sheepish. "Really, I totally thought that bottle said H3PO4, not H2SO4! It was an honest mistake." He paused, frowning. "Also, that was my favorite shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob just looked at him sardonically, one eyebrow raised. "Well, that was Alex Suarez's favorite &lt;i&gt;hand&lt;/i&gt;, Ryland's favorite &lt;i&gt;arm&lt;/i&gt;, and Victoria's favorite &lt;i&gt;face&lt;/i&gt;...oh, and the janitors' favorite window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, it was just the &lt;i&gt;back&lt;/i&gt; of Alex's hand and one small &lt;i&gt;patch&lt;/i&gt; on Ryland's arm, and Vicky's eyebrow is totally growing back already, and she should have been wearing goggles! And the window....yeah, okay, the window's pretty much my bad. But still! Ms. J shouldn't be leaving that stuff out in the first place, even if it's diluted! Because someone like me could totally come and mistake it for something innocent like phosphoric acid and people could get hurt! ...uh, kinda like they did, I guess...." As he trailed off, Frank had the grace to look ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob just rolled his eyes again. "Well, whatever happened, I'm not going to give you too much flack, because your brother seemed pretty pissed, so I'm pretty sure he'll be making you feel sufficiently guilty for the next week or so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank groaned at this. Brian was a &lt;i&gt;master&lt;/i&gt; at guilt trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob just smiled, turning back to his computer. Without glancing up from the screen, he said, "Oh, the late bell’s going to ring in 30 seconds, by the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Shit!&lt;/i&gt;" Frank exclaimed, jumping off the desk and snatching his backpack off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if on cue, the electronic bell rang over the PA system just as Frank's call of "see ya later, Bob!" could be heard from down the hallway. Mr. Bryar shook his head, and returned to his game of solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(insert 1-2 more adorable Frank/Bob exchanges during Homeroom here)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank flashed his most winning smile at the secretaries as he entered the office. They all smiled sweetly back at him, exclaiming how absolutely adorable he was as soon as they thought he was out of earshot. Smirking, he continued down the hallway of administrator's offices until he reached the one at the very end. Throwing the door open enthusiastically, he bounced into the room, grinning brightly. "Morning, Bob!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morning," the vice principal replied mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank hopped up onto the desk, setting his backpack down on a nearby chair and settling in next to the computer monitor. "So, I had this idea on how to get out of having Browning again for European History, because I am so sick of his horrible puns and I think I might kill myself if he makes ONE more crack rhyming my last name with--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Frank&lt;/i&gt;," Bob said, cutting him off. Pausing, he turned to look at Frank for a moment. Sighing deeply, he voiced a thought that had only just occurred to him the day before: "Do you actually &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; a homeroom you're supposed to be in, or do you continue to come in here and annoy me at this time every day because you just can't remember where it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank stopped talking, and actually blushed. Looking down, he shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and swung his feet back and forth. "You know, I think I had one once...like, first semester of freshman year? But then Mr. Bendis told me that I had been switched to Ms. Ziffin's homeroom for second semester, and so I went down to her lab, but Ms. Z said I wasn't on her list, and so I should check with Mr. Yertz, who's the head of the math and science homerooms, but when I went to him, he told me I should go talk to my counselor, but it was the beginning of the semester so there was a &lt;i&gt;HUGE&lt;/i&gt; wait to see Ms. Garfin, and I was just some tiny freshman with no holes in his schedule, so I waited in line every day for a week to talk to her before giving up, and ended up just wandering around the building during homeroom after that. It was kinda cool, and I got to know all the shortcuts and back staircases and stuff really well for a freshman. But Zack--you know, the really awesome security guard?--noticed me lurking around after a while and got all suspicious, so I started to hang out in the nurse's office, and that worked okay for a while. Katie's really cool, and she's gotten to know me pretty well since I get sick so much. But then she finally got sick of me too, and said if I wasn't going to help her with all her filing, I should find somewhere else to hang out, because I was getting in the way. So, uhm...after that, I kinda decided to come hang out here until you kicked me out, too?" The last part came out like a question, and he finally looked up through too-long bangs to meet the administrator's steady gaze. Bob found he had a sudden urge to go yell at all of the teachers and staff that Frank had mentioned; for letting the poor kid go for nearly two years without an adviser like that, continuously passing him off to someone else, and never taking responsibility for the situation. Students were supposed to have an adviser to make sure that shit like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob cleared his throat. "Well, I should probably probably talk to Ms. Garfin about that...." Frank nodded, looking back down at his lap. "But in the meantime, I &lt;i&gt;suppose&lt;/i&gt; it's alright if you keep hanging out here during homeroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, Frank looked up, flashing Bob his full-toothed, million-watt smile. "Really? I can stay here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob couldn't keep the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards at Frank's obvious happiness. "Yeah, for now." He couldn't resist the urge to reach over and ruffle Frank's hair. "Now get outta here, kid--before Mr. Free marks you absent again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Bob." Frank grinned at him one last time before turning around and bounding out the door, narrowly escaping a collision with a filing cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob shook his head, watching him go. "Oh man, that kid..." Laughing quietly to himself, he reached for the phone, punching in Brian's cell number.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think of tough-guy administrator Bob, who secretly has insides of marshmallow? And also may or may not have a crush on the older brother/guardian of one of his biggest "problem students". Oh, Bob. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have Patrick, the quiet sophomore who never speaks up, except in band, where he turns into this amazing little drumming machine, who is--despite his extreme patience--fed up with everyone in his section (of which he is Principal/Section Leader) majorly sucking (with the exception of this other Sophomore named Spencer Smith, who he becomes friends with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very beginning of the scene in which Patrick meets Pete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It wasn't that Patrick &lt;i&gt;hated&lt;/i&gt; pep band. Really, he didn't. It was just that...well, okay, maybe he hated it a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt;. But he just didn't see the point of "school spirit", or whatever it was that compelled his classmates to get worked up about pep rallies and sporting events. And sports--especially of the high school variety--had never been his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Patrick was finding it hard to feel at all excited about being on a bus that would be leaving shortly for the Girls' Basketball State Championship.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene continues with Patrick sitting down by himself, settling in with his iPod, and getting ready to just enjoy what he can with the comfort of Motown in his ears, when this obnoxious senior with a completely painted face and homemade t-shirt--practically &lt;i&gt;oozing&lt;/i&gt; school spirit--slides into the seat next to him, all, "This seat taken? Sweet, thanks," before 'Trick can say a thing. They then have a somewhat awkward dialog where Patrick is all, "uhm, this is the band bus, the fan buses are around the side," and Pete is all, "oh, really? huh" but before he can get off, the bus pulls away, so he ends up stuck there, sitting next to Patrick, who starts singing along really quietly to his iPod--he probably doesn't even notice he's doing it, and Pete is all, "dude, you can SING", etc. etc. So...yeah. That's that scene. And that fic. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Small Business Owners AU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this fic is kind of my baby. I have this whole universe planned out in my head in such detail, it's a little scary. Basically, there's this building in Chicago that is owned by Pete, with all these independent little shops owned by various bandom people. Other bandom people work in these shops. Still more bandom people live in the few studio apartments on the second floor of the building. I have a whole list of shops, employees, lodgers, etc. (and even a floor map of both levels--no, I'm &lt;i&gt;completely serious&lt;/i&gt;). If anyone's interested, I'd be happy to share this list (and map, if you're really that curious). But for now, I'll just give you two scenes. Here is the first scene of the fic, so you don't actually have to know anything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Spencer, Spencer, Spencer!" Brendon burst through the door, all flailing limbs and wide smiles. "Guess what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had looked up from his poetry long enough to see that Brendon returning home. Turning to Spencer, who was absorbed in the sudoku puzzle from that morning's newspaper, he elbowed him in the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OW! Fuck Ryan, your elbows are &lt;i&gt;pointy&lt;/i&gt;!" Looking up, he noticed Brendon's presence. "Uh, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon's grin barely faltered. "I found you a job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This announcement was met with silence. Ryan didn't even look up, having gone back to writing in his little black book. Spencer raised his eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brendon," Spencer said, as if speaking to a small child, "do you even know what I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon attempted to give him one of Ryan's &lt;i&gt;looks&lt;/i&gt;, but it came out more like a demented pout. "Economics major, right? With a focus on business applications?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, yeah," Spencer replied, somewhat impressed that Brendon had remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you're looking for a job, &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;?" Brendon was getting impatient, Spencer could tell, so he simply nodded slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, this guy Jon has this great coffee shop that I play at sometimes, and he's looking for someone to help him out with the business side of things, and I told him that you'd be perfect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer tried not to gape. Really, he did. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath. "Brendon," he began, "I have an &lt;i&gt;economics degree&lt;/i&gt; from the &lt;i&gt;University of Chicago&lt;/i&gt;, and you want me to &lt;i&gt;manage a coffee shop?!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yeah," Brendon said, frowning. "What's the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, who had put down his pen to watch the exchange, sensed an oncoming Spencer blow-up, and jumped in. "Where is this place, Brendon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's in Clandestine Crossing--you know, that little place on the edge of downtown, over by the Pier?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; that place!" Ryan said, enthusiastic (well, as enthusiastic as Ryan could ever be). "Come on, Spencer, you should go work there; Maja's boutique is in the same building, and I bet you could convince her to give me a discount."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer looked back and forth between Ryan and Brendon. The truth was, he really &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; need a job, and even if this one was below his qualifications (way, way below); it was something to pay his share of the rent until he could find something better. Heaving a dramatic sigh, he crossed his arms. "Well, if it gets Ryan a discount on his ridiculous clothes, then I &lt;i&gt;suppose&lt;/i&gt; I can give it a go. But only until--" He was cut off by Brendon throwing himself at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so, so much, Spence! Really, Jon'll be so happy, I really appreciate it. I'll tell him you'll be by around 10 tomorrow, 'kay?" Spencer attempted to protest this, but it came out as more of a squawk, since Brendon was cutting off his air supply. Ryan smirked at him over Brendon's shoulder, and Spencer glared back, making a mental note to hide all of his writing utensils later.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a scene that comes quite a bit later, after Spencer starts working at &lt;i&gt;Pretty. Odd. Coffee.&lt;/i&gt; All you need to know is that Frank owns a specialty ice cream &amp; candy store called &lt;i&gt;Br-r-rain Food&lt;/i&gt;, which is...uhm, I guess think of it as a non-magical Honeydukes, but like...vampire &amp; zombie themed? Kinda? Basically, it's Halloween all year round in there XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The first time Spencer met Gerard, he had been working at Clandestine Crossing nearly a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon had been bugging him all week to bring home a bag of Brain Poppers from Frank's shop--"Seriously, Spencer, they're amazing! They're like, these pinkish hard candies with a gummy coating, shaped like brains, you know, and then they have this stuff in the center, kind of like Pop Rocks? Anyway, it leaves your mouth looking like there was an explosion of blood and guts for HOURS, it's &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;!"--Spencer didn't exactly see the appeal, but Brendon was insistent, so on Friday, he took his lunch break early and headed directly over to &lt;i&gt;Br-r-rain Food&lt;/i&gt;, wanting to avoid the crowd of kids that was always in there after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got to the corner shop, however, Spencer was surprised to see that Frank wasn't alone. He was sitting on the counter, deeply engrossed in an argument with a guy wearing black, paint-spattered jeans and an old band tee. They were so involved in their discussion, they didn't hear the skeleton on the door rattle when Spencer came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"--just saying, how can you possibly expect a civilian to understand the whole secret identity, leading-a-double-life thing? And they fight side-by-side, always saving each other's lives..." Frank gesticulated wildly, but the other guy shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe so, but Lois loves him as &lt;i&gt;Clark&lt;/i&gt;, an actual person. She's someone he can come home to. With Bruce it's always all, 'saving the world, business as usual,' all that shit." The paint-spattered man made a flail-y motion with his hands that made Spencer want to laugh. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over, Frank finally noticed him and grinned. "Oh! Hey Spencer. Say, who do you think is Superman's true love, Batman or Lois Lane?" Both men looked towards Spencer, expectant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm...?" Spencer shrugged, unsure quite how to answer that. After all, he hadn't known Frank that long. Deciding to bypass the question entirely, he cleared his throat again. "Uh, I'm just here to pick up some Brain Pops for Brendon...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brain Poppers?" Frank asked. At Spencer's nod, he laughed, jumping off the counter to go pull a bag of them off the shelf. "Yeah, that's right, he loves those, doesn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer nodded. As he moved towards the counter to pay, he noticed that the man Frank had been talking with was giving him an odd look, his head cocked to the side. It kind of creeped Spencer out a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Frank headed back to the register, bag in hand, he noticed Spencer's look. "Oh, yeah sorry," he grinned sheepishly, "that's Gerard, my boyfriend." Getting an evil look in his eye, Frank giggled. "Don't mind him, he's a crazy artist." Teasing as it was, Spencer could hear the barely-disguised affection creeping into his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard gave Frank the finger with one hand while sticking out the other for Spencer to shake.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contagious Genderfuck Crackfic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what the cut says it is. Naturally, there is absolutely no excuse for this. But that isn't going to stop me from writing it XP I only have the intro written thus far, but I've got lots of plans for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To this day, no one is exactly sure how it started. Patrick insists that it was probably just some bizarre mutation of the flu, but secretly thinks Pete might have had a hand in it. Pete, of course, vehemently denies any involvement; this has convinced exactly no one. Ryan thinks it must've been the fault of some crazed fangirl, Gabe says it was "the Will of the Cobra", and Andy swears it was a government conspiracy. The Way brothers have some ridiculously elaborate explanation involving a mad scientist, a voodoo priestess, and possibly unicorns. But whatever the cause, it definitely started with Spencer Smith.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a White Houses AU that is still in the development stage, so I haven't written anything yet. Other fics that I have partially cast and vague ideas for in the back of my head, but may or may not ever actually write: a Scooby-Doo AU (Pete is Fred! Patrick is Velma! William is Daphne!), a Fern Gully AU, and a Little Miss Sunshine AU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Thoughts? Comments? Ideas? Feedback? TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK! Please? *hopeful eyes* :D</content>
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    <title>In Econ Class...</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T16:42:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T17:07:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Soooo, I'm here in Econ HL (4th period) with &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='solar__eclipse' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://solar--eclipse.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://solar--eclipse.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;solar__eclipse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and John. We are doing NOTHING, as usual. Except we're doing even MORE nothing (or less?) than usual, because Mr. Cherin isn't here, and so Ellen and Renee and Will are attempting to lead a semi-intelligent discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, they've stopped now. They are now making shadow puppets on the overhead. *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT FOR BIGBANG FICS TO BE POSTED, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I love this class, dude. Even if Will is being a douche and shooting staples at me (and other people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot WAIT to get home and watch all of the TV episodes from this past week that I downloaded last night. I saw the tail end of The Office and Supernatural, and now I really want to see both of them. And all the rest. That I downloaded. It will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I haven't seen any TV this week? BECAUSE IT'S TECH WEEK!!! AND TONIGHT IS OPENING NIGHT!!!!! SO, &lt;b&gt;all you Twin Cities peeps better be there.&lt;/b&gt; It's gonna be AWESOME ^^ LAST DRAMA BOARD SHOW, WOE :( But next year = professional theater = FUCK YES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...I gotta go to lunch now. Later, purple-eyed creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Sorry for the lack of MCR concert update :/ All my pictures and vids and stuff are on my phone, and my laptop is still broken, and I don't have another bluetooth-enabled computer available to me. SO! It's still coming (very late) as soon as my computer gets fixed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS Prom tomorrow! The corset that fits came yesterday, and it looks sweet ^^</content>
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    <title>Posted using TxtLJ</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T02:50:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T16:06:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is it with me and making random LJ posts from my porch? So, I am locked out of my house, it's after 9, none of the neighbors with keys are awake, and my dad just locked his keys in the car while picking up my sister. ...Shit.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bessyboo:63108</id>
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    <published>2008-04-24T03:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T03:19:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So guess who I randomly talked to in the band hallway today? &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='aviria' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aviria.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://aviria.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aviria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s twin brother. He was amusing. I don't see Glen enough.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bessyboo:62918</id>
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    <title>So, I WAS going to do a huge, epic update about the concert.</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T03:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T03:59:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Except, now that's going to have to wait until tomorrow. Because my sister is possibly ruining a serious career opportunity for me next year, because she can't handle having her bitchy sister in vaguely the same vicinity as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I seriously, SERIOUSLY need some comfort fic. Preferably of the Frank/Gerard variety. REC AWAY, GUYS. PLEASE, I'M BEGGING HERE. *sad puppy eyes* I can't find stuff I haven't already read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Sorry for all the angst, new bandom friends :\ I enjoyed meeting/hanging out with you guys!</content>
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    <title>MCR OMG</title>
    <published>2008-04-18T05:15:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T05:15:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">GUYS GUYS GUYS IT WAS SOOOO GOOD AND I HAD SO MUCH FUN AND MET SO MANY AWESOME NEW PEOPLE BUT I GOTTA GO TO SLEEP NOW K? KNIGHTY NIGHT!!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS PROMISE TO UPDATE ABOUT IT TOMORROW ;)</content>
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    <published>2008-04-18T00:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T00:24:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The guy from Billy Talent? Has a REALLY fucking weird voice. It's kinda irritating. MCR UP NEXT!!!</content>
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    <title>I cannot fall asleep! Woe.</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T10:48:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T11:53:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I imagine I'll be sleeping a lot in the car in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been amusing myself with &lt;a href="http://blog.esaba.com/projects/facts/index.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; putting random shit in and just clicking a few times to see what comes up. My favorite thus far? "Ice cream beat the sun in a staring contest." Oh, the irony XD Other good ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mikeyway does not "style" his hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you know why Baskin Robbins only has 31 flavors? Because ice cream doesn't like Fudge Ripple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream owns a chain of fast-food restaurants throughout the southwest. They serve nothing but barbecue-flavored ice cream and Hot Pockets. (hah, ice cream serves ice cream! I just found that funny XD IDK, I'M SLEEP DEPRIVED, OKAY?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guantuanamo Bay, Cuba, is the military code-word for "Gabe Saporta's basement". (WE FINALLY KNOW THE LOCATION OF GABE'S MYTHICAL BASEMENT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinosaurs went extinct because of the Pete Wentzaurus. (I have an inexplicable desire for a crackfic based on this now XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The quickest way to a man's heart is with VickyT's fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people like to eat frogs' legs. VickyT likes to eat lizard legs. Hence, snakes. (HOW THE COBRA CAME TO BE! haha XD)&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to try and sleep, so I'm not COMPLETELY sleep deprived at the concert &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; NEW FAVORITE!!! "Pete Wentz invented the internet, just so he had a place to store his porn." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! XDDDD</content>
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    <title>...I totally just accidentally skipped school today.</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T19:20:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T23:13:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">NO, I SWEAR, I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO, OKAY?! I just...woke up at like 7:30, realized it was another late start, and so I went back to sleep, but NOT BEFORE SETTING AN ALARM FOR 9:30!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except those of you who know me well know that I have a tendency to sleep through alarms. Like, including fire and tornado XD So you can probably guess what happened. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I'm waking up, and it's 1:40, and so I've only got 20 minutes of school left and all my classes are over and I'm too embarrassed to just go show my face for rehearsal, even though I probably should since I'm going to be gone tomorrow and Friday for MCR! &lt;font size="1"&gt;(Notes to self: call Kopp-Reddy. Make sure armchair is ready to be picked up. Finalize large vehicle situation for Friday for props crew. MAKE SURE PAINTERS DON'T GET FURTHER BEHIND SCHEDULE--Mother's house first, Prostitute's house next, BAR LAST!!! Make sure appliance wagon gets painted black before appliances come in on Friday.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! This brings us to the bandom portion of this post ^^ Now, as I've mentioned before, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are leaving for Chicago tomorrow morning to see MCR tomorrow night. I know a TON of other bandom peeps are going. SO! NEW BANDOM-Y FRIENDS!!! RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU'RE GOING TO MCR IN CHICAGO TOMORROW NIGHT!!! ...now leave me a comment, so we can make plans to meet up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theater-related side note: As excited as I am for this concert, it could not have possibly come at a worse time for the show I'm working on. (Well, maybe tech week, but then I wouldn't be going, so it's irrelevant.) The painters are FINALLY starting this week, and it is absolutely VITAL that they stay on schedule now so Nelson doesn't get any pissier than he already is. The props crew is FINALLY picking up the large props (two armchairs--including one from my house--a table, a fridge, a stove, and possibly a bench) on Friday, and I really wish I could be there to help direct where things should go once they get them onto the stage. However, I can't, so I'm just going to have to trust KR (my co-Tech Director) to run stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to go binge on ice cream and ignore all the play- and school-related stress in my life XD Later, purple-eyed creatures.</content>
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    <title>EPIC FAIL!</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T13:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T13:56:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, guys. &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I? FAIL AT LIFE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just both went to school (seperately, so we didn't even run into each other &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;), only to realize it was a late start, and we didn't actually have to be there until 10:00. Whoooops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion? US=FAIL XD</content>
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    <title>GUYS! GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T03:13:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T03:13:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">THE REFRIGERATOR IS MAKING WEIRD PEEING NOISES AGAIN! I AM SCARED FOR MY LIFE! WOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think I have finally mastered the art of cooking SPAGHETTI! ...and if you think this is not an accomplishment, see my &lt;a href="http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/51195.html"&gt;previous cooking attempts&lt;/a&gt;...so basically, I FAIL XD BUT I NOW FAIL LESS THAN I DID BEFORE!!! \o/</content>
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    <title>Because M &amp; I amuse ourselves (and other people, apparently)...</title>
    <published>2008-04-12T07:18:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T18:54:52Z</updated>
    <category term="bandom"/>
    <category term="not!fic"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Um. My capslock key hates me, always. I am an abusive typist. Fair warning, there is not much sense to be found in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bessyboo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bessyboo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bessyboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Your capslock key doesn't hate you, M! IT LOVES YOU! IT WANTS TO MARRY YOU AND HAVE YOUR BABIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even lie, you KNOW you want it too. You might as well make an honest man out of it, given your long-standing affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Jealous, B? Do you want my capslock key? Your WINDOWS OPERATING keyboard just not cutting it? Well... TOO BAD. It's MINE. *flourishes sword from out of--thin air* You'll have to fight me for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bessyboo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bessyboo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bessyboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *steals Justin's nun chucks* I shall fight you, but for the honor of my WINDOWS OPERATING keyboard, and NOT for your heathenish MAC OPERATING keyboard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *STEALS A SPENCER SMITH, BEAT THAT* SPENCER WILL ADMINISTER A BEAT-DOWN, POSTHASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bessyboo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bessyboo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bessyboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *GRABS JON WALKER* JON WALKER WILL STOP YOU WITH HIS AWESOMENESS! NOTHING CAN BEAT JWALK'S AWESOMENESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: DAMN YOU. FIEEEEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*STEALS &lt;i&gt;BOB BRYAR, BRIAN SCHECTER, AND SEKRIT GENIUS!GABE SAPORTA&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bessyboo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bessyboo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bessyboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*STEALS GERARD AND FRANK AND MIKEY AND PETE!* *AND BRENDON AND PATRICK WHILE I'M AT IT* *AND ALEX AND RYLAND TOO!* *AND GRETA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is possibly getting out of hand XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Dude, now we both LOSE. They won't fight each other! They're having an impromptu bandom party! Alicia and Jamia have mysteriously (NINJAS) shown up and are dancing with their boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jamia's mostly keeping Frank from injuring anyone, but, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe and Alex and Ryland are...you know, I don't know if I'm old enough to look at that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard and Brendon and Patrick are talking about their Duties. And Patrick is eyeing my laptop SUSPICIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bob and Brian are talking, heads very close together, in the back. Jon and Spencer are making out under that table that has magically appeared in this thread.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to bow out before The Cab gets here with their silly string, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bessyboo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bessyboo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bessyboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Uhm. The Cab may have already showed up? Just....Don't look outside, okay? And I SWEAR I TOTALLY DIDN'T GIVE THEM TOILET PAPER!!! &lt;s&gt;just the money to buy it&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least they left the silly string at home? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...uh....truce? Before Pete can finish calling Bill and Travis? And so Greta doesn't get crushed/eaten alive by the Gabe/Alex/Ryland-shaped...thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: TRUCE, OMG, TRUCE. Let's run for it! (Metro Station's not here yet, are they? Ohgod. Run for the HILLS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bessyboo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bessyboo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bessyboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: QUICK! TO &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='aviria' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aviria.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://aviria.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aviria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'S HOUSE! BEFORE THEY NOTICE WE'RE GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: WE SHALL BUILD A FORT OUT OF HER DAD'S DVDs. Only not, because I think he might be able to kill us with his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='bessyboo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bessyboo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://bessyboo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bessyboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: EXCELLENT PLAN. Except I think he may have crazy psychic powers...hmm. We shall have to ponder our options. (Death by bandom boys? Or death by D's dad, with the crazy mind powers? This is difficult...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided it was late, and said we were going to bed. So she went to bed, and I am still here, of course XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my refrigerator keeps making disconcerting peeing noises at odd intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; Almost forgot! HULLO NEW BANDOM PEOPLE!!! *waves*</content>
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    <title>OMG, SO EXCITED!!!</title>
    <published>2008-04-12T02:54:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T18:47:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey guys, I know I haven't updated recently but...&lt;b&gt;I JUST ORDERED MY PROM DRESS (/outfit)!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkangel.co.uk/catalogue3.php?p=311"&gt;Top&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.thedarkangel.co.uk/catalogue3.php?p=197"&gt;Bottom&lt;/a&gt;, and I think I MIGHT order &lt;a href="http://www.discountdance.com/frame_set.php3?mf=http://www.discountdance.com/dancewear/style_S1C.html?pid=62"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; shoes in black, although my sister and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='aviria' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aviria.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://aviria.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aviria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will probably insist on me getting heels, since I'm so short. WhatEVER, I LIKE the ballet slippers, okay?! I'm going for a little bit of a "Helena-from-the-MCR-music-vid" look, but with purple as an accent instead of red, and not quite so ripped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, DUDE, SPEAKING OF MCR!!! &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I? GOING TO CHICAGO NEXT THURSDAY TO SEE THEM LIVE!!! I am so psyched, guys :DDD My dad, by an awesome coincidence, happens to be headed out to Chicago for a business thing THAT VERY DAY, so he's going to drive us out there Thursday morning, and then when we get there in the afternoon we'll go to the hotel, change, meet up with some other fangirls, and then go get in line for the concert. We already bought our tickets online weeks ago, and we'll get to meet up with other LJ peeps, and we get to stay in an actual BED in my dad's hotel room because he's awesome and can get his work to pay for stuff like a double room, and we'll get back the next day by bus and we'll miss two days of school, and have I mentioned HOW INCREDIBLY PSYCHED I AM?!??! Because I totally am. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. BACK TO PROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going with my awesomely amazing (or amazingly awesome?) &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt;BI friend Graham, aka &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='queelez' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://queelez.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://queelez.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;queelez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He's probably going to dress in 18th or 19th century fancy dress. Yay for theatre geekery! It's going to be AWESOME ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I just felt I should say how incredibly excited I am. And you know, update, so you guys didn't think I DIED or something XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and bandom is totally my new (kind of) main fandom :) (But don't worry, if you are--Wincest and Padmoon will both always have a special place in my heart ~.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: YAYZ!!!! :DDD *skips around and throws confetti at all the purple-eyed creatures*</content>
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    <title>Posted using TxtLJ</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T23:42:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T23:42:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I AM ON A BUS, ALMOST AT WISCONSIN DELLS, HEADED TO CHICAGO!!! YAY BAND TRIPS!!! More tonight, when I'll (hopefully) have wifi...</content>
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    <title>Fix for &amp;hearts; showing up as lines in Firefox on Mac.</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T20:45:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T03:46:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've noticed Mac users mentioning in various places that &amp;hearts; shows up as a vertical line in Firefox (like so: |). I know if this were happening to me, I'd go out of my MIND with craziness. So, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked me to find a fix for it the other day, and since I'm nice like that, I agreed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, you'd think the fix to such a widespread problem would be easier to find, but NOOOOO! I had to dig through dozens of bugzilla logs before I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; found the solution. Since I did all that digging, I figured I'd share it with the rest of you, so hopefully you won't have to. If you have this problem and want it fixed. You know....uhm, yeah. ONTO THE FIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 1:&lt;/b&gt; Go to &lt;i&gt;Firefox &amp;gt; Preferences &amp;gt; Content &amp;gt; Fonts&amp;Colors &amp;gt; Advanced&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 2:&lt;/b&gt; In the drop-down box next to "Fonts for:", select &lt;i&gt;Japanese&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 3:&lt;/b&gt; Under "Serif" and "Sans-Serif", change the font to "Osaka".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;OK&lt;/i&gt; your way out of all the dialog boxes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! You're done! It should work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this doesn't work...well, I'm not sure how much I can do, since I don't have a Mac, but I can try and troubleshoot to the best of my abilities. So...go ahead and leave a comment. Even if it does work, too, so that I know it worked for someone besides &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='pandorathene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pandorathene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://pandorathene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pandorathene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy the fix!</content>
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    <title>"She's as fine as dandelions blowin' in the wind/She's not thinkin' 'bout anything"</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T01:34:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T01:35:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. I was planning earlier tonight to write an entry about how, A) I always forget what a bad idea procrastinating is with huge, important projects until it's always too late (I ended up staying home "sick" today--even though I *was* sick, I'm actually better--to get out of a HUGE oral presentation for ToK that I've known about since September, and I'm *still* barely halfway through the book I'm supposed to present about), and B) Summer's got these bizarre swollen lymph nodes behind her ear that the doctors can't figure out the cause of, but. Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are separating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, yeah, I kind of saw coming, in an abstract sort of way, since, like, junior high. And it's a totally mutual, very amicable split; they're keeping the house and everything in it as is, basically, and are going to switch off weeks living in it with us (me and Summer). And they're still friends, and still want us to have, like, family dinners once a week, and holidays and everything together, but. They're both going to have an apartment away from the house where they live during the "off" weeks when they don't live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will actually make a lot of things much easier, in that I've never been a fan (at ALL) of "family activities"--I prefer to spend time with/deal with them each one-on-one. And this will solve a lot of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still. You know. It's change. And while Mom's apartment is pretty nearby (it's actually right by your house, apparently, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='moonlingmaid' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://moonlingmaid.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://moonlingmaid.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;moonlingmaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), Dad's going to be in South Minneapolis. So. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it also means that Mom's getting a job again, so that should be...well, interesting. And definitely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, overall, not a TON of stuff will change--much less than with other splits/divorces, I know--but it's still change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I'm still not entirely sure how I feel. But I'm pretty sure I'm okay. And I KNOW I'm not as upset about it as Summer is. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.</content>
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    <title>Oh, FanFiction.Net....</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T23:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T00:06:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. I had (sort of) forgotten how truly bad FF.N is, especially in the HP area. I mean....well. And then I just saw this, and really, I mean...REALLY?! I just couldn't *not* share XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Harry Potter and the Daughter of the Enemy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU Voldemort has a daughter, and teaches her. He sends her to Hogwarts to bring him Harry. But she secretly refuses, and while helping Harry she falls in love. And he falls in return. But in order to stop Voldemort, she must sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Complete - Harry Potter - Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 13 - Words: 32,972 - Reviews: 20 - Updated: 11-8-07 - Published: 8-4-07&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1335426/jerbils11"&gt;[Page Link]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/1528/image1jf3.png"&gt;[Image Link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly, guys. I couldn't MAKE THIS SHIT UP XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went home sick today after throwing up during Econ. (Don't worry; I'm mostly okay now.) And sleeping through Advisory and School Service in Rita's office too, actually. (Rita's the school nurse. She knows me by name and waves and says hi whenever she sees me. I love her; she's awesome.) With &lt;i&gt;permission&lt;/i&gt; even, *gasp*! What, Bess isn't skipping class?! I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was all too happy to get out of my huge ToK presentation I was supposed to do 5th hour today, which I was so, SO not ready for. So, you know, convenient and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should probably go finish off the prep work for that presentation (which is now on Wednesday) :/ Ta, purple-eyed creatures!</content>
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    <title>Uh, anyone have a key to my house?</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T21:09:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-10T23:50:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am sitting on my porch, reading fic when it is 20F out. Why, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only got like, 3 hours of sleep last night, which resulted in my being zombified this morning, so in my rush out the door, I totally forgot both my cell phone and my keys. Not a huge deal, it happens sometimes, except then I got home an hour ago, and the car's gone and my mom's not home. Still not a big deal. I check the back door, which she sometimes leaves unlocked. Locked. I go to every neighbors' house who might have a key. They're either not home, or don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, I am stuck out on the porch with nothing but my laptop and sweatshirt for comfort until my mom gets back from wherever she is (probably dropping off/picking up Summer from performances).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my fingers are about to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; I ended up going over to a neighbor's house to hang out a little while after this, so I wasn't cold for *too* much longer. Thanks for all of your kind words &amp; offers of help :)</content>
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