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  <title>It's like a koala crapped a rainbow inside my brain!</title>
  <subtitle>Jubilation!</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Shannon</name>
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  <updated>2007-04-22T00:55:46Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:79002</id>
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    <title>Yay for April!</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T00:55:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T00:55:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Decemberists</lj:music>
    <content type="html">School's almost over, summer's a-comin', and I turn 21 in a week.  Life is good.  Except for that whole pesky real life thing, you know, with the job, school, and rent thing.  Gross.  But other than that, yay.  I'm at home with the family for the weekend.  We're about to watch Fight Club for my English Lit. class, so I'm pretty damn excited.  Let's see...it's been a while since I've done this, so...I live in a house now.  I am not dating, thank God.  I am planning on a cross-country trip to Seattle this summer (ha, I almost said tonight...holy crap).  Erm...and I'm still at the same job, and I'm poor as crap.  But, I should be getting my tax return within a month, so huzzah!  Other than that, my life is a boring mess of beer, boys, and sleep.  Blah.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:78691</id>
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    <title>Ha, it's August!</title>
    <published>2006-08-09T22:52:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-09T22:52:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And I haven't updated in forever.  I'm in Alerbamie!  And it's hot!  Wah!  Right now I'm on Pat's compie, and yeah.  So, Joe and I are done, but that's cool.  Um, I'm sort of talking to this other guy now, but I want to see where it goes, you know?  No need to jump right in - that's how you get hurt.  Ouch.  School starts this month, and already my mom's upset...and I am too!  They force these Dining Dollars on you!  Damn them!  But the thing is, you can get the money back, but it's there...and you get hungry...those Sly Boots.  I want to get a kitty!  But I can't.  I'm probably going to live alone next year...and get kitties.  Named Frankenberry and Punk Ass.  Both girls, of course.  But yeah, bowling tonight!  (Heh, I almost put "blowing," how silly.)  I'm excited!  Too bad I didn't get paid today...and I'm ready for a raise if I can ever make a fast sandwich.  Damn.  But the end!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:78493</id>
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    <title>Blarrrrgh...</title>
    <published>2006-04-19T06:22:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-19T06:22:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner - Fall Out Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I haven't updated in...a month?  Really?  Jeepers.  Um, yeah, so England seems like forever ago - like it never really happened.  But it did.  And it rocked.  The guy that April and I stayed with turned out to be such a dickhead.  That fucker...but his friends and family were really great.  I don't understand how they put up with him day after day.  It's sad, really.  But moving on:  the school year is almost up - dear lord!  I'm going to be very sad to leave my friends here.  I'm going back to Alabama, and I'm moving in with some friends and my boyfriend (big jump, I know).  Um, I have a big sociology test tomorrow that I know (I freakin' KNOW!) I'm going to do soooo horribly on, but I've been studying all night, so...well, whatever.  Um, three weeks ago was Founder's, where the alumnae come back for a funtastic weekend.  I saw Ice Age 2 that weekend.  It was really cute.  The next week was Emanon, which is where the seniors put on a little show for the freshmen.  I was the lead/co-lead of two songs:  I played Miss Mona in the Nothin Dirty Goin On song from The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (dear god, boobs everywhere) and Brad from Dammit Janet.  I was in other stuff, but meh.  I cried like a baby at the end 'cause it was real sad.  Sob, sob.  This past weekend I went up to SD, saw some family, saw some local bands (way cool), and got my first tattoo!  I like it.  It may be kind of crooked, but that's 'cause I drew it.  Rock on, me.  And now, I really should be getting to bed.  Ugh.  I have a whole funderful day...not really, but it is baked potato soup day!  Huzzah!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:78286</id>
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    <title>Llama face!</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T22:13:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T22:13:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Europe freaking rocked out loud.  I'd post pictures, but I'm too lazy.  I've already yapped all about it on MySpace, so I really don't feel the desire to do it on here, too.  I miss all the Liverpool people.  They were awesome.  Can't wait to go again.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:78028</id>
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    <title>^_^</title>
    <published>2006-03-06T18:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-06T18:14:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In London.  It's awesome.  Jealous?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:77632</id>
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    <title>mutsune @ 2006-02-14T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-15T01:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-15T01:59:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Valentine's/Single's Awareness Day.  Whichever you prefer.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:77447</id>
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    <title>.........</title>
    <published>2006-02-12T04:40:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-12T04:40:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss you, Kilik!  I will see you after work...unless someone's in my room!  Waaaaaaaah!  And English paper, you can kiss my patoot.  I'm not working on you anymore tonight, so nyah.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:77080</id>
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    <title>I can't help it.  I like to talk about myself.</title>
    <published>2006-01-27T21:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-27T21:58:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Goo Goo Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I. Am. Bloated.  Not a desirable trait at the moment, but I'll just have to take it.  It all just comes with being a woman, I guess.  But that's okay because I also get boobies, a big butt, and awesomely evil mood swings without catching any flack (flak? flaque?) for it.  So there.  I'm bored at work!  Surprising, right?  Gah!  I shouldn't even be here, but such is life.  And really...this is my safe haven to complain about the people I live with even though I already did so on Myspace!  But here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So, there's this girl in my suite named Nicole.  Even typing her name makes me wanna vomit.  Blech.  So, it's been building up, but now it's finally gotten to the point that everyone is tired of her bullshit.  She's a dumbass and kind of a bitch.  Anyway, she's just always pissing everyone off with snarky comments, always making us look at some new shit she's got, and talking loudly/playing music while we're reading/studying.  She's the kind of girl that makes only children (like yours truly) look bad.  Got me now?  Well, last night we had a suite meeting, and this girl (who has dishes in the kitchen sink, her shampoo and shit in the bathtub, hair in the bathroom, and her shit on the floor - not to mention her fucking bike in the suite last weekend) had the audacity to say that we were becoming slobs b/c of dishes in the sink and a toothpaste glob in the sink.  Hypocrite much?  She just pisses me off so much.  And the other day another girl got a package, and she opened it and was grateful and stuff.  Well, Nicole gets two boxes (of Christmas stuff that her parents shipped...shouldn't even count) and runs in saying, "I won!  I won!"  WTF?  Then Anne and I were getting ready to play some good ole Dreamcast, she's setting it up, I'm making my bed, and Nicole's out there trying to show off to other people, except nobody's out there.  So she comes in:  "Anne!  Shannon!"  I'm just like "WHAT?!" And she shows us this hideous dress that looks like a tablecloth skirt.  Anne's like "I wouldn't wear that," and inside I was cheering.  I know that sounded like a snarky comment, but Tuesday Anne came in b/c our professor said something about her being stylish and she thought it was really funny.  So the rest of us were just like "Ha ha, oh that crazy Emery, you look pretty okay."  And Nicole busts out with this "You look horrible!  You don't even match!"  Wow.  What a bitch.  And this said bitch is the one with the huge gut that always bulges out from under her shirts.  Oh, and apparently she was bitching about Mallory and Anne dancing without shirts on (they had bras) to the Chicago song thing, and I'm like okay.  Whatever.  She walks around in her underwear with her fat cottage cheese ass and thighs.  Ew.  I can take Mallory and Anne, but Nicole, ew.  And she even called me out saying that we all agreed not to get upset if someone's in her underwear.  And I'm just like, I wouldn't complain about anybody else.  Except her.  Because she's a hideous bitch whose head I want to shave and whose room I want to burn down.  I hate this girl.  And I don't really hate people.  But I'll be so glad come May; I swear I'm finally gonna tell her off and then I'll never ever have to see her again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm hunky-dory, and now I feel better.  Don't think me petty.  I'm really quite easy-going, but if you get me riled up especially this close to my period, I'll go balls-out crazy.  Anyway, I love you!  Bye!</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T01:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T01:30:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been nudged.  Uh, I don't know what else to say.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:76639</id>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T23:14:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-12T23:14:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, this has been a year of not really posting.  So, since I'll probably not be on, happy holidays.  For me, those holidays include Christmas and New Year's, but they may be something different for you.  Happiest holidays, and I'll probably just see you next year.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:76521</id>
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    <title>A-ha!</title>
    <published>2005-11-24T05:47:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-24T05:47:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dirty Little Secret - All-American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, is it just me, or do I like...never post?  I guess that's because I'm always on MySpace...so...if you really just must know what's going on, look for Shan-banan (subject to change!), so...um...yes, quite.  Happy Turkey Day.  May you be fat and jolly.  ...like yours truly!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:76230</id>
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    <title>mutsune @ 2005-09-30T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T21:11:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T21:11:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Who on Margaret's compie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy End of September Day!  This means:  October starts tomorrow.  (Well, duh.)  This also means, midsemester is just a week or two away.  Halloween is also on its way!  Oh, October, you fill me with glee.  Not to mention, like everyone and their sister-brother's birthday is in October!  Don't expect presents!  Maybe a cordial hello and birthday wishes.  Anyway, that's the end of this update.  Ja.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:75826</id>
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    <title>*^_^*</title>
    <published>2005-09-15T02:38:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-15T02:38:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finished my paper, huzzah!  Still no internet on Zucchini-chan's cousin...er...Squash-san, so boo.  Watched &lt;i&gt;Chocolat&lt;/i&gt; tonight, swoon.  And it's getting cold outside, excitement.  I guess that sums it all up!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:75691</id>
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    <title>Faron, it's Laputa!  Look, Laputa; it's Laputa!</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T00:31:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T00:31:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rainy Sunday - DCFC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I want the internet on my laptop!  However, I don't want to have to wait and wait for them to install here at school, so I'm just waiting it out until the line dies down.  Oh yeah, my laptop.  I don't have my little (and by little I mean large and akward) Zucchini-chan anymore!  I traded it for my mom's faster (but still heavy) laptop that she bought less than a year ago.  Happiness fills my innards.  Oh yeah, so I'm here at the school.  Our first week of classes just happened.  Not too bad.  I can't seem to make it on time to the ones that begin at --:45.  If it's an on-the-hour class, I'm there.  But otherwise...eh.  Oh well.  I'll learn!  (Stop rolling your eyes!)  The trip up here was good.  I got to see my wonderful mommy, and we finally got to fight over stupid things just like the old days!  Of course every other sentence out of her mouth was, "We don't get this in Iraq."  Well duh.  She's not over there on a luxury vacation!  Anywang, I miss my boyfriend.  And I miss his penis.  Sorry to be so blunt.  *cough*  Well, bye then!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:75336</id>
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    <title>Happy Birthday to the Old Man!</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T05:00:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T05:00:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In five minutes is my daddy's 45th birthday!  I just finished his card (that I bought last September!); I kept it that long b/c it's just so perfect.  Anyway, I put a bunch of great quotes about aging and birthdays in there.  Nothing's mushy, but it gets the point across - you know, I love him and thanks for being there.  All that good stuff.  I haven't heard from my mom, so I'm supposing that she's currently en route (one or two words?).  I can't wait to see her.  Hopefully it'll be no later than Saturday.  Keep your fingers crossed, pray to whatever deity you prefer, or grab your lucky charms (not the cereal...)!  Anyhooter, I have to do a buttload of laundry tomorrow, so's I can pack up to leave on Sunday.  -pout-  This summer's been really short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, is it sad that I'm already about to book my flights for Christmas?  Should I wait?  -shrug-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:75223</id>
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    <title>Ai-ai-ai</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T22:03:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T22:03:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crazy Train - Ozzy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Storm's a'brewin'.  What else is new though?  I think something's stuck in my throat.  That wrap supreme thingie from Taco Bell is good (sans sour cream), and it doesn't mix well with peach yogurt.  Mom's coming home soon.  I have to clean the garage.  Dad started his vacation time today, so he'll be home all the time until after Labor Day.  Looong vacation.  The end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibzilla</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:74893</id>
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    <title>mutsune @ 2005-08-04T12:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-04T17:02:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-04T17:02:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">-Proud owner of a new Sailor Moon alarm clock-  That is all.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:74724</id>
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    <title>mutsune @ 2005-07-28T21:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-29T02:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T02:47:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love.  I'm loved.  The world's a happier place.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mutsune:74296</id>
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    <title>Kick it.</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T04:49:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T04:49:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gidget...from the movie Gidget...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">God bless the emergency room, no matter how icky it may be.  That's right, folks, since I'm such a big weenie (not really b/c my ear hurts like hell, but I just sort of feel like one anyway) at 4:30 this morning, I drove out to the emergency room.  And hurrah!  They gave me medicine!  (Three kinds, actually.  I feel like a geezer.)  I've been so tired all day thanks to it, but still, the pain is almost completely gone!  I still have to get up early and go see the doc tomorrow, but whatever.  I think Cruiser's ready for bed, so I should go before he gets all crazy.  G'night!</content>
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    <title>Pain.  And lots of it.</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T03:33:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T03:33:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Futurama</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ooooowwwwwwiiieeeeee!  Dammit all to hell and back.  Right, so last week was that Backyard Bible Club thing, and I helped out only twice.  On Wednesday was "water day," and some little kid shot me in the ear with a water gun.  Water + inner ear = ear infection.  Dammit.  It hurts, and I can't see a doctor until Wednesday morning.  Which is total crap b/c all he needs to do is sign a paper, so I can get some medicine.  Ugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Joe &amp; I went up to Huntsville this weekend.  It was so much fun!  I got to see my granny in the hospital, and my cousins were there.  Well, not all of them, but whatever.  Preston made some really yummy sushi and tempura shrimp and egg rolls.  They kept saying that my haircut looked good for me and that it made me look like a damn Jap.  Those bastards.  I can't say anything about it though since we're the same amount of Japanese.  So on Saturday Joe and I hit up a flea market with way super-cool stuff for way super-low prices.  I got some Buddha statues, a giant good-luck Chinese hang-up thingy, pictures for my dad's bathroom, and a mortar &amp; pestle for not too much over $20.  Then Joe got me a cute little sword for $10.  He's so nice!  We hung out with my grandma for the rest of the day, and we came home yesterday.  He ended up driving the rest of the way from Montgomery b/c my ear was killing me...like it's doing now!  Damn you!  I might have to go to school a day later, so I can be with my mom for at least one day.  Anyway, that's it for now!</content>
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    <title>Welly, welly</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T19:48:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T04:16:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Own Worse Enemy - Lit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say that the results really aren't surprising.  I bet grandma'll be thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;You should Date an Asian&lt;/b&gt;. You should date an Asian! Go grab tell an Asian to stop working and go see a kung-fu movie with you or something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;You should Date an Asian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;You should date a Jew&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;You should date a Latino&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;You should date an African American&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=27622"&gt;What race should you date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good news:  My granny is doing "exceptionally well" (according to my grandpa).  Even though I was up early this morning, working with kids &amp; getting eaten alive by all bugs, I ended up having a good time.  Also, we (Joe, Lyndsey, &amp; I) finished tearing down the wallpaper in my father's bathroom, so I am now ready to repair the walls and doll them up with pretty paint that I picked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:  I have bad breath, but that's soon to be old news.  I need to take Cruiser to the vet, and I'm nervous that something's wrong with his paws.  (Nervous, in the $ sense, that is.)  Also, my big toe hurts.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!  August is quickly approaching, and with it comes my mom!  Hooray!  She's excited, too, because on the way home she'll be reading my Half-Blood Prince book.  And, oops, I need to write to Yamu.  I got his letter a few days ago, but I had trouble reading it.  (Usa, I don't know how you do it.)  Well, that's it for now.  I've got work to do!</content>
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    <title>mutsune @ 2005-07-17T01:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-17T06:56:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-17T06:59:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The love-child of the Willy Wonka and Harry Potter themes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Right, so recap of stuff.  Thursday I was up at 6.  In the morning.  That's a first in a loooong time.  So, I spent the day doing the usual.  Cleaning &amp; yard work.  In fact, I was outside with Niagara Falls coming out of my head by 7.  In the morning.  Cuh-razy.  My dad got me all scared and anxious about fleas, so I cleaned all of the bed linens, treated the lawn, washed and sprayed the dogs, and vacuumed the house twice.  I guess you could call it a flea freakout, or as I like to say, a fleakout.  How Japanese.  But moving along to the important stuff:  I went and saw &lt;i&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/i&gt; last night in Columbus with Joe, Lyndsey, and Samantha.  It.  Was.  Fantabulous.  The previews alone got me all wound up.  The trailer for the next Harry Potter movie came on, and I've seen it before, but just seeing it on the big screen made me all giddy inside like a schoolgirl with a secret admirer!  I nearly wrenched Joe's hand off and almost kicked him in his "delicate place."  I was just too darn excited.  And when the actual movie came on, I was surprised he hadn't fastened a straight-jacket on me.  Anyway, like I said, the movie was fantabulous.  I highly recommend it.  The ending was different from the first movie, but whatever.  It was still great.  &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And not to mention, the night was ended with a wonderful goodnight kiss that turned into 20 minutes of goodnight kisses.  *Sigh*  I don't want to look in the mirror for fear of seeing little sickening hearts floating around my head and stars in the eyes.  -shrug-  Can't help it.  He's grown on me. And today:  bum bum baaaaaauuuummmm!  &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt; was waiting in my mailbox for me!  I just finished reading it say about 10 minutes ago.  My breathing is finally back to normal, and my heart is no longer breaking through my ribcage.  I'm not going to say anything about the book, so don't worry.  I laughed, I cried, I got tense, and it was just great.  Super great.  I'm excited for the last one to come out.  Although, I'm scared I might have a stroke, getting all worked up about it.  I found myself whispering, "It's only a book," over and over.  *Sigh*  And so, I must get myself to bed.  As if I'll be able to sleep!</content>
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    <title>Patience, Iago, patience!  Hazeem was obviously less than worthy...</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T04:55:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T04:55:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Damn BSB and their new song...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh, wowzer, I just realized that I haven't been keeping up with this thing very much.  Well, as of the moment I'm quasi-patiently waiting for Friday/Saturday.  The plans are:  go see &lt;i&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/i&gt; Friday evening, hitting up a Harry Potter premiere party, going home to sleep, and waking up in time for the post to get my copy of the 6th book.  No one can possibly know how giddy I am on the inside.  You think you do...but you do not!  Anyway, the 4th of July was awesome.  I went and met Joe's family (very nice people) and we spent the evening out at Lake Point watching the fireworks extravaganza with Lyndsey in the "trunk" of Joe's car.  It was so cool.  We then went back to my place to shoot of some of Lyndsey's remaining fireworks, then went up to the roof to enjoy the stars.  Something was said, which caused Joe to say "what" really weird, which caused Lyndsey and me to laugh hysterically for 10 minutes.  Um...let's see...then that Tuesday Sam, Joe, and I went to Columbus to pick up Michael, who missed the bus to Columbus due to a late bus to Montgomery, so we ended up going up to Montgomery to pick him up.  I scared them with my driving, it seems.  Oh well.  Then Thursday we went to Sam's uncle's house for much fun in the pool and out.  It was super-great.  Then on Sunday was a mini South Park-a-thon hosted by Johnny Depp (*squeal*) and Tim Burton (*squeal again*)!  It was wonderful.  Joe and I didn't really watch the last episode though...*cough*  Right, so anyway, everything's going great.  I have great friends, a great family, and a great summer.  However!  I have found that the douche-packages before us double-wallpapered again!  Damn them to the deepest depths of hell!  Argh.  Also, my great-grandma is in the hospital about to undergo a really risky (even for young people, and she's 94) surgery on her stomach, so I'm nervous about that.  I'll update tomorrow with the news.  So's that be it.  Goodnight, all!  Have a wonderful week!</content>
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    <title>grrrrrwwwwllldsssssvffffff....</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T00:22:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T03:35:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani (it's stuck in my head!)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Damn you, Cajun Corner.  I grimace and shake my fist at you.  As much as possible, that is.  I spent last night and this morning irking up my dinner.  Ew, right?  Yeah.  I also spent, like, 16 hrs. in bed.  I was supposed to go swimming with Sammie-Cher, but nooooo.  Cajun Corner said, "I don't think so."  Remind me not to go there again...  Anyway, I still feel like crap b/c I spent the whole day in bed, so my body thinks that moving is just plain asenine.  Aw, right now Extreme Makeover: Home Edition is on.  Everytime I watch it, I get all soft and teary-eyed.  *sniffle*  It's like Dumbo all over again.  Right, so I'm just gonna slither over to the couch and veg until I can veg no longer.  Patrick, coming down here soon?  Here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's the flu!  I have the damn flu!  Argh.</content>
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    <title>I've got spurs that jingle jangle jingle...</title>
    <published>2005-06-29T04:38:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-29T04:38:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Inuyasha on TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey-yo, everyone!  Aw, James left this morning, and I wish him the best of luck for his 48-hour film festival (of doom!  not really, but that sounded cool).  Anyway, let's rewind a day.  So yesterday James, Joe, and I hung out all day, went to Phil's to see Sammie-cher, and yadda yadda.  Well, last night we all ended up watching &lt;i&gt;Seed of Chucky&lt;/i&gt; at James's, which was quite hilarious.  (However, this morning I still had a scary dream about Chucky!  Will I ever recover?  Let's watch and see.  Oh yeah, I was also a darts master along with some cool Asian guys in my dream, too.)  So we watched it, said our goodbyes, and went back to my house - well, minus James.  Then Sam left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This leaves just two.  Joe and myself.  It was...just...it was good.  We were up on the roof talking about all this stuff, and it was so peaceful and kind of romantic...and well, I decided to tell him straight up how I felt, and it turns out he felt the same way!  Hooray, right?  Well, Lyndsey was on her way over, and I was just like, "So...what?  Would you consider us talking?"  And he said something like he wanted to be more than that.  And me being me, of course, said he had to ask me, and he did, and now we're, like, together...or dating...or whatever it is you young kids say today.  And we shared a first kiss on my rooftop under a somewhat cloudy night sky.  Great, huh?  Yeah, I think so, too.  He's such a great guy...I feel really lucky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so now that that paragraph is over, I can talk about today.  My alarm went off at 9 a.m., and I hit the snooze as usual.  My snooze lasts for 9 minutes, and for that 9 minutes, Chucky reigned Supreme Terror.  Needless to say I ended up hitting the snooze only once this morning.  Well, then I got up, watched some Dawson's Creek, and decided to take a shower.  It was a good shower.  My tub was nice and clean with a new shower curtain liner-thingy!  So then I finished getting ready, and it was time to take Petey to get pretty.  Yadada, we ended up eating at Captain D's, funny place with weird people.  Then I went to pick Petey up, filled my tank, and wrote a check to myself from my dad. ^^  Then Joe came over in the afternoon, we went and washed his car and went to Encore, then it was off to Columbus to pick up Babrae's English boyfriend-guy from the airport (after a quick trip to the mall, of course).  Got him, ate pizza, came home.  I fell asleep on Joe while watching Futurama.  Whoops.  Anyway, he and Lyndsey left, and my dad scared the crap out of me.  He came thundering out with poor Cruiser, trying to spray off the fleas.  I ended up dipping the fat dog, and now here I sit telling...er, typing about it.  So, it's bedtime now.  Goodnight, all!</content>
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