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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:36:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Degrassi&apos;s new gay character is a football player. Hm. Talk about switching the roles. And from what I can se it doesn&apos;t actually suck like it was there for a long while. They&apos;re just filling up our lovely stereotypes. Unfortunately I see emma and manny are still around. Suck. Anyway, it&apos;s kind of interesting. Not enough to watch it. They&apos;ll have to win me over a little more for that but....hm. Cool.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 05:25:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a really weird, painful few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m learning alot about my boundaries and limits, about my wants in life, about my failures. Things shift and rearrange a lot and it gives me vertigo feelings. I&apos;m trying to figure it out. I&apos;m trying to learn from it. I&apos;m trying to think that the scars will be worth it. I&apos;m learning it&apos;s harder to be optimistic about things, but I&apos;m learning it feels more powerful when you still manage to be at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard. Funny how life makes you a masochist though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m mostly just learning to be myself though, as hard as that may be. And it&apos;s the damned slowest journey I&apos;ve ever had to make.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 07:47:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My first day at B&amp;N is Thursday, and I&apos;ll work the following two days as well. I&apos;m glad. I may have some hellacious apartment payments to make as well as needing to buy my book for my Flash class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s worth talking about I suppose. Collegiate Housing, being the large band of fuck ups and blood sucking harpies that they are, realized that they are poor like everyone else in the world and so are now shipping everyone out of certain apartment complexes, makin their pool of apartments smaller. This means that I am having to clean this damned thing by myself and then pack and also make sure that Jessica is well taken care of before the due date. It&apos;s stressful. And sometimes, when a situation is stressful, I like to ignore it completely. Guess what? That creates more stress...just later. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, but I don&apos;t feel stessed out. Merely...disconnected. I&apos;ve been in my own head a shitload this week. I couldn&apos;t for the life of me say why. The only thing I seem to want to do is play sims because if I wasn&apos;t I would probably be hearing noises that aren&apos;t there or making up strange stories that only I tend to understand. (Can you tell that my brain is starting to make real life weird yet? I can only hope the deterioration is a this month only sort of deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to dye my hair =[ Blond was fun but I have got some ridiculous roots right now. I&apos;ll probably just go back to red for lack of money. I kind of hope I can get a job at a more laid back sort of place whenever I graduate. I want pale blond hair with lavender highlights. That&apos;s my weird hair want of the month and it sounds gorgeous. (SHE&apos;S GOOORGUSS!)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 14:11:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Life has been exceedingly quiet. I have my second interview with Barnes and Noble today at three so I hope I got the job. I know I swore off of Starbucks for life, but I really need the money and since I had Starbucks on my application twice they ust immediately shipped me to the cafe area. They seem sweet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a sims legacy house. About to ship my second/third generation off to college. I wonder if I will get to ten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I am just hanging out. Waiting for our trip to the coast. One day of sand and sunburns before I must return. School starts again like...next week I think. Or the next. Whichever.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 08:12:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Schizophrenically yours, Kaitlin</title>
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  <description>Woke up this evening to the sound of a woman crying. It was only a split second, that wet sort of ragged inhale mid-sob. But it only lasted a blink. It was enough to wake me up and keep me up lying in the dark though XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to say that I&apos;m schizophrenic because honestly who the hell really knows? xD I can admit I have a very vivid imagination and if it is schizophrenia then it&apos;s an extraordinarily mild case (thank god). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve heard a man vomiting in Jessica&apos;s yard. The click on her porch (every damn time I step onto it). There was the knocking on my second story window about three times. And when I was still living at home a year ago I could hear deep breathing a lot. All of it, like I said, is very, very mild but it&apos;s enough to give me a heartattack late at night! Talk about being in a horror film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I&apos;ll get it diagnosed one day. Just have to get the moolah first. I just realized I&apos;d never told it to anyone beyond Jessica and my professor so why not my lj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to sims. I has a family of 9! Aaah babies.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 10:44:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well it is five thirty in the morning. I just got back from playing around in the pool after hours. We discussed our moving to Vermont this next spring/summer while in the hot tub. Mostly I just talked about how much I&apos;d enjoy having friends again. At this point there is really only one other person outside of Jessica that I even speak to anymore on any sort of regular basis and it rather depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m really hoping Vermont is going to open up a lot of doors as far as friends, job opportunities, living opportunities, and intellectual inspiration. I just need to survive about eight or nine more months. And really it shouldn&apos;t be too bad. Only two of them will actually be a core class, and it will be literature of all things. (can do literature with her eyes closed, but preferably open!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose in other news I got caught up in all of my classes and today I learned how to recolor hair for Sims 2. I am now, however, overly wanting to do some writing but I have to get done with English or I&apos;ll kill someone. I think it&apos;s making me thoroughly unwanting to do much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I guess the only other real update to be made is that Jessica and I are considering going as Mitsuru&apos;s personas for A-KON next year. I&apos;m to be Artemisia, whom looks like this... &lt;a href=&quot;http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/megamitensei/images/3/34/Artemisia.png&quot;&gt;http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/megamitensei/images/3/34/Artemisia.png&lt;/a&gt; ...that. I&apos;m very worried of being asked to leave due to safety hazard. After all...I could put an eye out with that thing. We&apos;ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin, signing off. (probably to struggle to stay awake through the day)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 05:41:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I just wanted to post that the best movie I&apos;ve seen this new year (and I&apos;ve watched a lot) has been Doubt. It was just -ridiculous-. I thought given the plot I&apos;d be bored out of my mind but instead I was biting my nails the whole way. The writer was -phenomenal-, making the Priest the protagonist and the nun trying to accuse him of molestation the antagonist. Really great watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I&apos;m writing! woo!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 04:44:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You know what&apos;s kind of a great oxymoron? That looking at medical websites makes you less healthy. I get worried about my health a lot because let&apos;s face it I&apos;m going down the tubes, but reading the sites make the situation almost laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who&apos;s with me? Apparently I have diabetes, schizophrenia, and a brain tumor. Only I don&apos;t. XD It&apos;s funny the way you just go look to find out why you&apos;re dizzy and you end up with that. I live in generation paranoid XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 03:12:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Roleplaying meme stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_paper_inc&apos; lj:user=&apos;paper_inc&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://paper-inc.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://paper-inc.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;paper_inc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years roleplaying: in 2005. Really late bloomer!&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite muse?: Michael. Hands down. What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Male or female muses?: Erm...I&apos;d say 9/10 are male.&lt;br /&gt;Oldest character played?: Lucky was my first.&lt;br /&gt;Longest muse played?: Lucky is my baby &amp;lt;3 He&apos;s over ten years old.&lt;br /&gt;Newest muse?: aw Andrey! Thanks to Jessica reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which muse of yours would be most likely to...&lt;br /&gt;Jump off a bridge?: Seygue probably would if someone told him it would make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;Get drunk and pass out?: Like Jessica said, Lucky because he just drinks often.&lt;br /&gt;Kill somebody in a very unorthodox way?: I liked the idea of Seygue in Jessica&apos;s battle royale world. Very much accidentally stabbing someone is an interesting way to die.&lt;br /&gt;Be far too hyper for their own good?: Andrey&lt;br /&gt;Be raped?: Seygue because he most definitely has been raped repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;Get lost and refuse to ask for directions?: Terrence. He -hates- getting help.&lt;br /&gt;Get lung cancer?: Lucky thanks to his abominable cigarette obsession&lt;br /&gt;Star in a horror movie?: Brawley is stupid enough to play a jock-esque character in a bad horror movie&lt;br /&gt;Star in a whore movie?: Lucky hands down.&lt;br /&gt;Star in a video game?: I&apos;d choose Seth. &amp;lt;3 He can kill things.&lt;br /&gt;Make the world a better place?: Terrence certainly -tries- but fails miraculously or is just oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;Have a torrid gay love affair?: LOL. I don&apos;t even need to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relate each word to a character of yours:&lt;br /&gt;Love - Seygue.&lt;br /&gt;Hate - Mallory&lt;br /&gt;Money - Wendy. She&apos;s my only glamorous character.&lt;br /&gt;Seduction - Lucky&lt;br /&gt;Lies - URIEL&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy - Lucky&apos;s headcase&lt;br /&gt;Manipulation - definitely Sterling&lt;br /&gt;Politics - One of my three triumvirate characters.&lt;br /&gt;Fire - Chaleur&lt;br /&gt;Ice - Roan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever...&lt;br /&gt;Play a prostitute?: definitely&lt;br /&gt;Play a musician?: Seygue is sort of one.&lt;br /&gt;Play a pilot?: I suppose but I have no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Play a homosexual?: *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;Play a pedophile?: nope, they always hit age first&lt;br /&gt;Play a politician?: I&apos;ve not rped them, but I have three politicians&lt;br /&gt;Create a muse for the sole purpose of smut?: mmm no. Everyone I&apos;ve created was personality first, sex second.&lt;br /&gt;Play a character who commits incest?: Andrey x Alexander = ♥. I have indeed.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 07:08:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So me and Jessica finally got the huge Ten-2 building fixed up for our family and finally got our family to look exactly the way we wanted. And in celebration I&apos;ve been playing the house for nearly two days straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I bring pairing goodness in picture form! W00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sure you all know my friends. Meet Alaric, Sakey, and Lucky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/a1.jpg&quot;&gt;  &lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/s1.jpg&quot;&gt;  &lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/l1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course their darling sons Andrey and Alexander:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/an1.jpg&quot;&gt;  &lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/ax1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axs1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaric enjoys being awesome and letting Sakey come to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axs2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axs3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axs4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course they are secretly cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/lxs1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best accidental screenshot EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/lxs2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/lxs3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/lxs4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it&apos;s coffee time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axl1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axl2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh yeah, I just had amazing buttsex.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axa1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw they were so cute and innocent at one time! (and very obnoxious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axa2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they grew up into dashing young men and -now- look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axa3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like their daddies...but with a large helping of ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axa4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/axa5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so concludes my stupidity and fangirlishness, for both our characters and sims. Goodnight!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 05:21:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>See them running for their lives...</title>
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  <description>Woo 2008 New Year Meme stolen from my lovely &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jadedanielle&apos; lj:user=&apos;jadedanielle&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jadedanielle.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jadedanielle.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jadedanielle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you&apos;d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Had teh sexx0rs, smoked delicious vanilla clove cigarettes, went to college, quit a job without two weeks notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year&apos;s Resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t make one. I don&apos;t usually make them. If I did it was to lose weight and I totally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Well someone I didn&apos;t know had a little girl tragically named Cricket Trixiebell who is absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;my fake grandmother to quit job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Well in rp I visited England a lot, but mostly Lein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;A better job and a little more money to start paying out a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Last New Years, Christmas, and the first day in student housing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Quitting my damned job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;lots of sick, but no injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing someone bought you?&lt;br /&gt;notebook for valentines day &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;My boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;My fucking car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Semi-engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dr. Feelgood&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? about the same.&lt;br /&gt;b) fatter or skinnier? thinner&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? definitely poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you&apos;d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you&apos;d done less of?&lt;br /&gt;whining, procrastinating, being a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you plan to spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;I already spent it with eeeeverybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Did I continue falling? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one night stands?&lt;br /&gt;like fifty gazillion and two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Whitest Kids U Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn&apos;t hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I rather hate my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;I reread Anna Karenina and it was awesome stil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;That I actually quite like the birthday massacre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;to live on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;A car, and a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight, Iron Man, and Hot Fuzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I came home for my birthday. Went to a carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;People not being wankers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Way more corporate and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;The internet, Jessica, and roleplaying buttsex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Craig Ferguson (oh my guh guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;The election (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;I miss Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Keith and Narada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What was the best thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;My own pumpkin muffins and chocolate chip pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;communication = healthier relationship. Boys suck. Also, that torture is strangely titillating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;With my lack of observation&lt;br /&gt;I can stay in here for days&lt;br /&gt;Could you find my motivation&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see it through this haze&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 05:46:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Move over Spongebob.</title>
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  <description>Sakey as a little mermaid is adorable. How can you not love someone who can&apos;t walk, eats muffins like they are raw fish, and draws with the same gusto of a child at Christmas? *dies*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:18:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am getting more upset as time goes on with Adam. He is a great guy. I really like him. But he is getting attached and very obviously wants to date me other than be my friend. It kind of pisses me off really. Fuck friends that are male when all they want to do is get in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every friend I&apos;ve made so far has turned out to be an asshat.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 16:38:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am going to be busy soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27Oct-21Dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business on Mondays 1-5&lt;br /&gt;Web Graphic Design on Thursdays from 8-12 (thank you god &amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05Jan-01Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Apps on Mondays 1-3 (bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;Honors Psychology on Tuesdays 8-12&lt;br /&gt;Critical Thinking on Tuesdays 1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Kaitlin knows is that there is no way in hell she is working as many hours come January because an eight hour class day is kind of holy shit along with thirty hours of Starbucks a week. BUUUUUT NO MATH ANYMORE AFTER THIS!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 15:27:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am in a real rut right now. The computer I am using currently is Robbie and he will not open the website that I do math on. At least not fully enough for me to do the actual work. I am....terrifyingly behind right now. As in, still on section one during week 3 because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could always go to the school to work on it but I literally work everyday and most of the time during the only time the school is open. Meaning I could rush up there to work but still only get an hour before they close the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is on it&apos;s way but I&apos;m so far behind right now I&apos;m just desperately worried about failing. It takes six hours to just do a section. And I&apos;m going to arrive to class on Wednesday still on chapter one. It&apos;s self-paced and everything but FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have never been more glad to give my dinky four hour shift away in favor of sleep. I wanted to do math of course but the library doesn&apos;t open until eight I think so it doesn&apos;t matter. I might still go today, assuming there are any computers left at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck hurts like a bitch also. I can&apos;t tell if it&apos;s from leaning over a nightstand to use the computer or just the bed in general. My dream was bizarre and rather scary in bits but there was an utterly kickass hailstorm in it and I thought I&apos;d share that. The end. I think I&apos;ll eat and get dressed, and waste my gas to go to devry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wake up soon Jessica, I&apos;ll get on gmail &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 09:44:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I cannot and will never be able to write poetry, for class or otherwise. XD BUT everyone may laugh at my attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the color of new beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;the faint whir of heartbeats and shrouding heat&lt;br /&gt;as tiny fingers shift through wet nothing&lt;br /&gt;to grab and kick with terribly small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the color of warmth on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;thick and heavy like bittersweet chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;The color that is peppery with spice;&lt;br /&gt;thick, spun sugar that always hits the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the color that smells quite bizarre,&lt;br /&gt;acidic burn of copper in your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Something wet and left to settle alone&lt;br /&gt;rust and acid rain with a metal glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the color that feels like rapture,&lt;br /&gt;fingers treading through lukewarm wine and clay.&lt;br /&gt;Summer rain on hard packed earth turns velvet,&lt;br /&gt;a silk dress warm at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly red is the color of sighs,&lt;br /&gt;the disarming but gentle arms that hold.&lt;br /&gt;Comfort stemming from primal need and want&lt;br /&gt;the color with the power to enfold.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 22:46:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sometimes I am staggered by my own blatant stupidity. I try so fucking hard to be an adult and then BAM I&apos;m knee deep in shit. So I bought my laptop the other day which was only three hundred but it still wiped me clean of everything but about one hundred dollars. I used fifty on the internet bill, leaving me with just under seventy dollars. Which was more than enough for me. I still didn&apos;t need groceries and I didn&apos;t need gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today of course. I am being evicted from my apartments on the twelfth unless either the school decides to take pity on me or if I can come up with 420 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; have 420 if my paycheck tomorrow is over 300 dollars. Which I&apos;m at least hoping it will be. I&apos;m just...fuck fucking hell. Am I supposed to make sure I have fucking 400 dollars on hand at all times just because &lt;i&gt;DeVry&lt;/i&gt; can&apos;t get their shit together? I hate this school so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 13:56:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s a very rare thing to walk into your composition class and have the professor immediately search you out and tell you she wants to put you in honors because you obviously read too much for the regular class. Utterly &lt;i&gt;bizarre&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I am SO getting the VAIO that I want &amp;lt;3 TODAY! *spazgasm*</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:48:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*feeling rather a bit too cool for school*</title>
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  <description>I want a white Sony VAIO so badly right now *whimpers* They are just so &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt;. Unfortunately they are also quite expensive in comparison to other brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the twelfth I will have a 600 downpayment for a 800 or 900 dollar computer, meaning the payments will be laughable and probably finished in one month. My mother just sent me a message saying she bets money I&apos;ll be going home with a computer tomorrow though so I&apos;m assuming I&apos;ll just make the downpayment with the 350 that I have. It&apos;s whatever. I&apos;ll still be able to pay it off completely in under two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU DEVRY I CAN PAY FOR MY OWN DAMNED LAPTOP!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 15:19:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m going to update again because I can. My new roommates name is Christina and I&apos;ve not decided whether I am grateful for her or whether I hate her yet. She has an intensely thick Texan accent and she keeps talking about things like chili spaghetti and not going to Starbucks because they don&apos;t support the war (which, uh, we do, hi). She wears too much makeup and owns thirty nascar shirts and looks to be rather too rich for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t even see my clothes in the closet for how much shit she brought with her. I&apos;m not even lying either. She has an intense fear of everyone hating her and talking behind her back, and instead of causing her to become painfully shy like it does other people (like me) she instead talks her friggen head off and seems upset when I don&apos;t respond. I&apos;ve already told her we don&apos;t talk much at all in this house but she seems determined to change that. She&apos;s a medical student and I don&apos;t think she&apos;s ever been around gaming students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has already admitted she does not read and that sort of made me dislike her immediately...which is shallow, I know okay. But I mean, other than that she&apos;s really okay. She&apos;s &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt; which is all I really should ask for and she means well. And well, again, shallow, but she has a hair straightener &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this new roommate I&apos;m becoming a lot closer with Jewelya, the wannabe gothling down the hall. I end up running away from room and inevitably talking to her in the living room. I played Persona in there at one or so this morning and she came in and watched and talked until I went to bed. At least with her I don&apos;t have to kind of guard my sexuality or my heaping amount of perversion, I can just say it and laugh about it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks still sucks but not near as much as it did. I can do all the shit there and do it quickly and damn anyone if they say otherwise. I like Ashley a whole lot and so it makes it worth it. The one person whom I don&apos;t get along with is leaving so all is looking &apos;okay&apos; in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is continuing to suck though. Apparently we had two plus loans out? (HUGEWTF) and so my poor mother had to call them up, cancel one, and redo the promissary note within a day to appease them because DeVry fucking LOVES to try to evict me from housing over and over and over again. I told my mother if they screw up one more time this badly I just &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to transfer somewhere. I cannot &lt;i&gt;take&lt;/i&gt; doing this every month. Fuck DeVry. Hell, maybe I&apos;ll just go to Howard Payne back in brownwood (though god, I&apos;d rather not get stuck there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s just really kind of...hard because the school I&apos;m liking the most is in New York City...which I&apos;m rightfully a little terrified of. Everyone in my entire family lives in Texas. I&apos;d have no help =[ But I don&apos;t know why I care so much. I doubt I&apos;d even be able to get in. My grades aren&apos;t that spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I shall go shower. Playing in water sounds fun when you have nothing to do. OH I did buy cute underwear though! That is all. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 20:04:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Meh, my life of solitude and privacy ends today. The roomie arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appears to have packed her entire house. Fuck.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 13:13:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think I might actually finally do an entry. woo. My life is so...stupid XD Um, basically was avoiding it because I didn&apos;t want to write &apos;my life is shit, sleeping forever, leave food under slot.&apos; but that was lame. It&apos;s not shit anymore at least so I feel a little better about typing in this damnable box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suddenly finding myself alone, inches away from losing Jessica, and in a job I hated I think I can honestly say I&apos;d hit my lowest point...well, ever, to be honest. And so it sucked and looked fucking bleak for a few days. Finally I calmed down enough to just be...nice about it at last and allow for actual talking instead of screaming and rather suddenly my life wasn&apos;t shit anymore and we worked it out. I&apos;ve since really counted my blessings and decided to try and get over this massive inferiority complex I have. Not a clue how well it&apos;s working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have had a roommate by now but none have arrived. I&apos;m beginning to think they made her up but I really can&apos;t find myself complaining. I like being able to roleplay gay sex without shifting to sit further in front of the screen for blockage, and I like being able to sleep with all of my lights on and run about naked if I really so choose. I&apos;m not excited for her arrival at all. I like my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my health is a disaster lately and no one can tell why x_x My mother is completely gung-ho over the idea that I have diabetes and the worrisome bit is that all the signs actually &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; lean in that direction but the baby in me refuses to consider the possibility until the last moment. But with all the dizzy spells and near passing out I&apos;ve had in this month alone it&apos;s hard to ignore. Which, by the way, is fucking retarded considering I&apos;m eating better than ever and every once in awhile excercising too. That and my weight bounces allll over the place. I can be 110 one day and 103 the next. But whatever, I can&apos;t do a thing about it until I find time to come home. *seriously considering taking days off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the happy is getting way better. And I hate to say that it&apos;s all based on roleplaying but somedays it seems that way. It&apos;s stupid fun and I feel creative and lost in my own head again instead of so fucking adult all the time. I daydream instead of worry and it just makes having to deal with things easier. I&apos;m living in Victorian England and I want to be there all the damned time. I&apos;m sleeping nonexistent hours because it&apos;s beyond addictive &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work in a bit so I suppose I&apos;ll go get ready. Um, hooray for a terribly emo journal entry? &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 16:41:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My classes have been going great. The trip to the Nasher with my professor was great. Slightly awkward but rather swell. I was the only person from her WGD class that she took along. The other six or so were from her colleague&apos;s advanced composition class which the lovely woman said I&apos;d be able to get into easily, thank god. Remedial writing might actually kill my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, hate flash currently. I think I&apos;m bezier curve retarded. For serious. It takes me ages to get a shape perfect and then BAM it&apos;ll screw up. It&apos;s infuriating. Wouldn&apos;t it be superb if I could be a strictly raster image creator? No, it wouldn&apos;t because that means I&apos;d suck. I get to bite the bullet and keep practicing. I can, however, animate things which is at least one step ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be working on my sketchbook but I&apos;m not feeling terribly creative. That might be the whole 4am to open the store talking but who knows. I did some rather adorable creaturesque things the other night though and it makes me wish I had a scanner so I could color them and maybe animate them. They&apos;re like tokidoki meets pokemon. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rather depressing and optimistic news (yes at once) Jessica has quit DeVry and is moving to Muskegon while I finish off my degree. I am...not happy. I&apos;m happy she&apos;ll be happy, but let&apos;s face it, I&apos;ve got nothing going for me here BUT my classes anymore. My roommates don&apos;t say two words to me, nor do they clean a damned thing and I don&apos;t really like my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only plus side is that Half-Price Books is actually looking at my application and considering hiring me. The man who runs it is a regular at Starbucks so he sort of got to see my customer service in action which is a great plus. That and one of his employees seemed to really like me and he said he hated most people xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall shut up now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y33/Kaitlinbell/minatobkgd3.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Last&quot; by NIN and Marilyn Manson</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 17:20:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Trente-trois . . . do you wonder what it&apos;s like living in a permanent imagination</title>
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  <description>Well I certainly haven&apos;t updated in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been here in my dorm and going to classes and such. Yeah, I now own the title of college student. It&apos;s really not near as bad as I had thought it would be. I&apos;m killing my brain with math but that&apos;s really about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and I have two roommates named Charniece and Jewelya. Charniece is just really quiet and she reorganizes our pantry sometimes in a fit of...weirdness. Jewelya fancies herself a raver gothling but I can talk to her quite a bit if I have to. Quite honestly, there&apos;s not much talking going on in this apartment at all. Everyone stays by themselves and plays video games instead of talking XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My web graphic design classes are going really great. I really like the course. My teacher is funny and she swears and hates our school, etc etc, and she really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; knows what she&apos;s talking about. She&apos;s been referring me to websites, books, people, programs to the point my head is spinning. xD She asked me if I&apos;d go to a museum exhibit with her and an academic friend of hers this Friday. I mean it&apos;s really insane how well that class is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is just there. I thought maybe I could finish both of my math for the year in one session but at this point I doubt I can. I basically have to finish it all this week in order to make it and that&apos;s ridiculous. Though most of that is because we&apos;ve not had computers for a week now. I might have been able to pull it off otherwise. But it takes at least eight hours a week to keep up with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...oh my new job at the Starbucks here blows so hard. I mean I intensely &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; it there. Everyone is weird and really not nice at all and it&apos;s fucking freezing and everyone laughs at the way I do shit so fuck them all. I&apos;m applying at a bookstore that I&apos;m totally in love with so I hope to god I can get in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And um lastly? Persona makes my LIFE guys. I played that stupid thing until six in the morning last night, level grinding and trying to talk to all my important relations and just...seriously. That game is the best damn thing since I discovered Bully and Soul Caliber III. It is somuchfun.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 05:45:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>trent-deux . . . Something inching past the edge of reserve</title>
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  <description>I move into the dorms in two days. Holy shit batman.</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Here It Goes Again&quot; by OK Go</lj:music>
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