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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 16:39:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, I just really needed to get that damn Christmas journal off my page. Um..... BOO!!!!<br />
*runs away while you are paralyzed with fear* ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Merry Christmas!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 23:18:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I would sing carols for ya', but my throat hurts so I will refrain ^^ ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Almost got shot today....</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 15:21:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, so I was walking in my backyard on my way inside, having just taken the trash out, when I heard a shot from in front of me in the woods. Its deer season and not unusual, but it sounded pretty close so I stopped and looked towards where the shot had come from. Less than a second after the gunshot, I heard this odd whistling noise. My first though was that it was the animal that had been shot since it sounded almost like it was echoing, but then I realized that it sounded just like bombs being dropped in movies. Before I had time to really process the thought, I heard whatever it was get louder, whiz past my head and hit the ground about five feet from where I was standing. <br />
<br />
Needless to say I booked it back inside and told my mom and sisters and brother who had all heard the shot from inside. My mom was very stupid and went outside, despite my urgings not to, and looked around for several minutes for the bullet in the turf (keep in mind, this was less than a minute after it happened). She didn't find it. She did, however, call the police...<br />
<br />
So anyway, talked to them but, as I suspected, they couldn't do much about it except look around to see if any hunters were leaving the woods or anything. I was wearing a bright orange fleece dealie, too. ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>I gots tagged....</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 14:44:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ But that's ok, I like talking about myself and you don't have to read if you don't want so it will be harder to annoy anyone this way.<br />
<br />
Q: What is your middle name(s)?<br />
A: Elizabeth<br />
<br />
Q: What are you listening to right now?<br />
A: Yes - Mood for a Day<br />
<br />
Q: What are the last 2 digits in your phone number?<br />
A: 41<br />
<br />
Q: What was the last thing you ate?<br />
A:.... um.............. I *think* it was salmon last night at outback... hey I have leftovers! *scuttles off*<br />
*scuttles back, salmon steaming on a plate*<br />
<br />
Q: Last person you hugged?<br />
A: *blinks* uh... Rashelle (I think thats her name) I think. Er... she hugged me. She is stronger than any grown man I have ever met and she comes up to my collarbone... Awww, she's so cute ^^<br />
<br />
Q: How is the weather right now?<br />
A: Cloudless, cold and the ground is wet from yesterdays' rain. If I were still living in Colorado then it would have snowed already, but we won't get snow here for another couple months probably....<br />
<br />
Q: Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?<br />
A: Phone! I needs my phone, I'm waiting for a call.... oh, um... Richard I think, not sure though...<br />
<br />
Q: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?<br />
A: How much muscle do they have? How tall are they? Given these factors; would I be able to take them in a fight if the need should arise? Hmmmm, if he should move a bit that way I could use the wall to.......<br />
<br />
Q: Favorite type of Food?<br />
A: I am first and foremost a popcorn-holic, everything else is subjective.<br />
<br />
Q: Do you drink?<br />
A: Yeah, coolaid, soda, and even plain water on rare occasions.<br />
<br />
Q: Do you smoke?<br />
A: I'm allergic to tobacco smoke; any "mind-altering" substances such as marijuana would react badly with my medicine and cause something not fun to happen...<br />
<br />
Q: Ever get so drunk you dont remember what you did?<br />
A: I have decided that I can't get drunk, my body refuses to let me. I, having had alcohol with the intent of getting tipsy/drunk once, can hold my alcohol better than men who are heavier than me and have been drinking quite often for several years.<br />
<br />
Q: Hair color?<br />
A: Auburn with light red and blonde highlights in the summer.<br />
<br />
Q: Eye color?<br />
A:I love my eyes, they are mainly green, but have blue, brown, gold and red in them as well. I would describe them, but it's too difficult, just take my word that they are awesome.<br />
<br />
Q: Do you wear contacts?<br />
A: Glasses....<br />
<br />
Q: Favourite Holiday?<br />
A: Fourth of July. Not for patriotic reasons, it's just that my best memories are of the summer and Fourth of July. Memories of Lauren, Ma'idah, Devin, Richie, Zhenille, Sheridan, Rachael... I could go on, but the list would be too long....<br />
<br />
Q: Favourite Month?<br />
A: Late October, early November. Everything smells crisp and clean in Autumn, it's my favorite season...<br />
<br />
Q: Have you ever cried for no reason?<br />
A: There's always a reason, though it may be irrational...<br />
<br />
Q: Last Movie you Watched?<br />
A: Charade (Go Audrey Hepburn!!)<br />
<br />
Q: What books are you reading?<br />
A: Gender Myths: Physchology of Women and Men, just finished Frankenstein for class, otherwise burned out from the term paper readings.<br />
<br />
Q: Piercings?<br />
A: 4, soon to be 8. (3 in each ear, 1 nose, 1 bellybutton). Just four more months.....<br />
<br />
Q: Favorite movie?<br />
A: Tank Girl, Ginger Snaps, Wait Until Dark, How to Steal a Million, Mating Season (shut up, its from the 30's, not a porn), the list goes on....<br />
<br />
Q: Favorite basketball Team?<br />
A: Team Sea Slug<br />
<br />
Q: What were you doing before filling this out?<br />
A: reading my DA messages...<br />
<br />
Q: Any pets?<br />
A: 2 cats and 1 kitten, a dog, 2 guniea pigs... um, thats it I suppose, a few died recently so it seems like a short list...<br />
<br />
Q: AIM?<br />
A: *nods* um... don't remember the name....<br />
<br />
Q: Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?<br />
A: kettle korn for the win!<br />
<br />
Q: Dogs or cat?<br />
A: Kitties, if I had a soul animal it would be a big cat like a leopard or something<br />
<br />
Q: Favourite Flower?<br />
A: Snap Dragons or Aconitum<br />
<br />
Q: Have you ever been caught doing something you werent supposed to?<br />
A: Of course.<br />
<br />
Q: Have you ever loved someone?<br />
A: Yeah.<br />
<br />
Q: Who would you like to see right now?<br />
A: Dev Dev (damn right, I said it, can't do nuthin' either, can ya 'Dev Dev'?) Because I miss me some Dev Dev hugs, witty rhetorts, the occasional... ok, frequent, yet unexpected, bites to the kneecap, and all that other good stuff.<br />
<br />
Q: Have you ever fired a gun?<br />
A: Yep, never at something living though. I'm not a bad shot, either, though I prefer a fencin... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Hot cocoa...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 19:13:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes, it is indeed the best thing that mankind has ever invented! I hav had three cups in the past few hours, 'tis good.... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Haha!! Girls win! (again!)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 18:47:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, it was recently brought to my notice that the first computer programmer was a woman by the name of Ada Byron, Countess of Lovelace (daughter of Lord Byron, the Romantic poet). She worked with her best friend, a man, to build the "computing device" but she understood it better and was able to work with the machine better than he was. I would just like to say *clears throat* ALL STUPID SEXIST GAMER DICKHEADS CAN BURN IN HELL! Women have more right to be computer geeks than boys do, so shut the fuck up. ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>For a Lioness...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2005 20:28:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ummm... yeah, it'll be obvious if it is meant for you (if it is actually read by them that it was written for). <br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
The lady knight sat tall in her gleaming armor atop a gloating white mare, every inch of her hide decorated with shades of maroon and gold. The knight looked down at the awkward girl that shuffled her feet nervously near the hooves of the great steed and frowned softly. The warrior's downturned lips and dissapointed eyes were just visible under her visor much like those of a lioness wreathed in golden grass. The girl's face was downturned and she rubbed dust from her near-immaculate hands, apparently unaware of the large smudges of dirt that streaked her face.<br />
<br />
The noble figure gave the girl a stern and silent glare, hoping that she would realize something was wrong and fix the problem herself. Alas, but the girl would not look up! She now seemed to be fixated on a small spot of dried mud on the ankle of the knight's boot (which, conveniently, was just in her range of vision if she kept her head at a slight downward tilt). The spot annoyed the girl very much and she could no longer hold her tongue despite her fears of the nobler woman. The girl tipped her head up, lips pursed in aggrivation, and pointed the spot out to the knight, suggesting that she clean it off and that it was very careless of her to get such a thing upon her boot.<br />
<br />
The knight let out an exhasperated grunt and shifted unhappily which made the great steed shift as well. One of the shod hooves clambered onto the toes of the girl and she yelped and jumped backwards, cursing the knight. The girl was still nursing her damaged toes when she noticed the vehement look upon the knight's face. She quickly stood up, her toes not being so damaged after all, and apologized for having pointed out the speck of dust.<br />
<br />
At this the Lady laughed humorlessly and with much ire. She jumped from the horse and landed heavily on the ground next to the ignorant girl who jumped in surprise. The armor clad woman looked signifigantly more human now that she was the same height as the girl, who was also mortal, though the gold and maroon cloak still swirled ominously from her shoulders. The knight then lifted her shield to show the girl that she had dirt upon herself though it was not visible the her unaided eyes. A deep blush crept into the girls cheeks, all but hidden by the dirt, and shame clouded her eyes.<br />
<br />
The knight sighed and removed her own helmet, revealing a face that was quite human indeed. The girl looked away, pride begging that the knight would let her wash the dirt away before looking again into her face. The knight peered only for a moment longer at the girl before replacing her helmet and again taking her place upon the impatient mount, riding off with a posture that suggested annoyance. <br />
<br />
The girl felt a bit sick, she wondered how long it had been since the dirt had stained her cheeks. She almost didn't want to clean it off, just for indignation, but soon realized the foolishness of this thought. The girl found a river close by and cleaned her face as best she could. She hoped that she would see the knight soon so that she could show her what lie beneath all of that muck, but she doubted the knight would be very happy to see her. <br />
<br />
She sat by the river and waited with a smile. The knight could hate her forever if she pleased, but the girl would always be grateful for being shown that mirror. She hoped that she might see the knight again soon. ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Just for the hell of it...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 19:42:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I felt like writing a journal, I just don't have anything to put in it... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Thingamajig for the win... I think.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 17:15:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okee dokee, I got tagged by BlueHobbit for this dealie so yeah, here ya' go:<br />
<br />
20 things you don't really want people to know about you.<br />
and things you never wanted to know.<br />
<br />
(1) I am a very sexist person, I hate men with a passion. I'm not sure whether I'm a lesbian because I hate men or if my hatred of men derived from my lesbianism...<br />
<br />
(2) I want to cry my eyes out whenever someone laughs at one of my faults.<br />
<br />
(3) I find pleasure in using big words or discussing complex theories around people who will have no idea what I am talking about.<br />
<br />
(4) When I think about death too deeply I want to curl up into a little ball and scream until I can't hear my thoughts anymore.<br />
<br />
(5) If I was not related to my brother he would be the only boy I would date. (as it were, I have no interest in him like that, don't get the wrong idea)<br />
<br />
(6) I am quite judgmental (for example, I can't stand the poser goth/emo/punk kids and I always assume I am smarter than any boy)<br />
<br />
(7) If I ever got pregnant I would do whatever I then deemed necessary to get rid of the damned parasite, be it abortion, putting it up for adoption, or suicide.<br />
<br />
(8) A common thing for me to do is be really bitchy and piss a whole bunch of people that I don't know off, let them roast for a while, then apologize and see if any of them was tolerant enough to actually accept said apology and maybe even be friends afterwards. It's some kind of stupid test I suppose.<br />
<br />
(9) For the most part I only hear half of what someone is saying even if it is just a one-on-one conversation because I zone out and think about other stuff. There are some people, however, who always have my full and rapt attention.<br />
<br />
(10) My theories of divinity, afterlife and the like change according to my mood and are often contradictory.<br />
<br />
(11) Had Ma'idah not walked in at the right time I likely would have ended my life this summer.<br />
<br />
(12) I try to have organized and coherent thoughts on the offchance that someone is listening in...<br />
<br />
(13) Likewise, I am always worried that someone is constantly watching me; I often look around nervously when alone and spend as little time as possible in the shower and stuff.<br />
<br />
(14) I sometimes get the random urge to destroy everything in reach for no reason at all.<br />
<br />
(15) Gay boys make me sick. Whether it is seeing them, hearing their stupid girly dialects or whatever, I just can't deal with it.<br />
<br />
(16) It is very hard for me to discern my dreams from reality. Sometimes I will do something in a dream and think I have done it in real life, such as move something, cook something, write something... I have gone to school before to find that I had only put notebooks or papers in my bag in a dream.<br />
<br />
(17) Sometimes I look around for a save point before doing something.<br />
<br />
(18) I'm actually pretty arrogant, though I tend to act rather modest.<br />
<br />
(19) I can be disgustingly nostalgic.<br />
<br />
(20) I would rather do grueling physical labor of my own accord than write a single page paper because someone told me to.<br />
<br />
<br />
So I am supposed to tag people, but how about we just go with "do this if it so suits you" ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Sketch Dump</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2005 10:40:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alrighty, I'm about to upload a bunch of sketches that are ideas for ap studio art pieces, I'm sure I'll upload the finished work later. Just telling you guys out of boredom... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>damn plagiarists...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 19:25:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *growls angrily* I guess that I should expect to have my stuff stolen if I put it up on the net, but it's still a shock when someone actually does it and you catch them. Bitch. Whats worse is that when I emailed her to confront her about the problem (I bitched her out) she replyed saying that she had only forgotten to credit me and would do so "soon" should I give her permission to keep it up. I think that what that means is she would keep it up and continue to "forget" to change it to give me credit. I told her, in much harsher words than these, to take it down and stop spewing shit. I also insulted her pretty bad in Russian (I said "Eede vhad e sgadie kak malinkey suka")<br />
Anyway... yeah, so I was mad. I hope she doesnt try to play it off again. ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>school and such</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 12:36:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ School starts soon, going to be busy I think so I won't submit much (not like I do anyway ^^) So yeah, I'll put stuff up as I churn it out... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Nostalgia</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2005 13:36:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have any of you ever noticed how you can have the best times of your life but as soon as the time has passed you go back to being content with your life as it is? It's like you know that you had a great time but you also accept that your life as it is isn't so bad either. But then something like hearing a song or seeing a picture will bring it all rushing back and you remember how amazing that time was and you just sit down and cry because now it's gone forever. <br />
I have not listened to the CD Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson since I got back from Colorado for some reason or another, the first time I listened to it being just hours before I left to get on the plane to go meet my old friends. For the first time in weeks I played it again and listened to the words I heard so many times sing a prelude to the happiness that I felt while surrounded by my friends in Colorado. Memories of driving down familiar streets with Rachael and Lindsay, watching fireworks with my head on the lap of my good friend Devan, hours spent on the lake with Karen and James, pacing between headstones with Jayson... I know that those were some of the best days of my life and I also know that I won't be able to rewind time and experience them again no matter how much I want to, so I just sat here and I cried.<br />
I just want you all to know that I value your friendship very much and that I will never ever forget you and what you have done for me. I miss you all so much!<br />
Ashley ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>completely random...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 11:09:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ on a side note, t.A.T.u rox my sox ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>mmmm, anime......</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2005 01:10:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just bought both seasons of Maria-sama ga Miteru. I have read some of the manga and it is way too cute ^_^ It is about a group of close friends who attend an all-girls school. Now, class, can anyone tell me where this plotline is leading? hehe....<br />
Anyway, next I am going to buy an anime called Kannaduki no Miko which, as far as I can tell, is about the sorceress of the sun and moon and some giant mech bots and... I have no clue really. But hey, sexy girls making out? I'm all for it.<br />
And directly after that I will save my money to buy the two box sets and movie collection of Utena!! Yay, more yuri for me ^___^<br />
yeah, anyway... when I get around to it I will also get Steel Angel Kurumi and Yami to Boushi to Hon no Tabibito, another couple of yuri anime available in english subs.<br />
Anyone got any suggestions for other yuri/shoujo-ai anime or manga? I need it  0_0 ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Vacation!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 17:48:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I will be leaving for Colorado July 1 (this Friday) to go visit my friends! YAY! I will be staying until July 20 (which doesn't really count since I will be at the airport at seven or so in the morning) Anywho, last journal for a while, but I did get a new sketchpad so I should have some stuff for you when I get back.  See ya' in a few weeks! ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Oooohh....</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2005 09:57:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *skips around in joy* I got a one week trial for The DeviantArt subscriber thing ^_^<br />
Yay! *looks around at pretty new features*<br />
I'll definately be putting up some artwork this week. *nods happily*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>artists block</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2005 12:10:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok, you may have noticed that i haven't  posted much lately. Ok, I havn't posted  anything recently...<br />
I'm having a major case of artsits  block. I think all I need to do is get  a good lump of clay and mess around  with it for a while but until then I  won't be posting much.<br />
I'm sure you are shouting for joy,  arent you? ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>I'll stay</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2005 13:29:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I stay here forever just waiting for  you,<br />
So true to my only,<br />
My only love - you.<br />
I write of one who does not know,<br />
To one who'll never read<br />
This futile hope,<br />
This thankless deed.<br />
A bargain lost, <br />
A gamble made,<br />
A lifetime debt,<br />
An unfair trade;<br />
If this is all I'll ever gain,<br />
A dash heading digits laid<br />
All out in rose blood red,<br />
I wish for a single day to sleep,<br />
To sleep oh such divine.<br />
I cannot keep wanting,<br />
Wanting you to keep wanting me,<br />
All that you will ever give me<br />
Is a reason not to sleep.<br />
Fear not, for here I stay<br />
To watch your slumbering form,<br />
Any sign of any strain,<br />
I'll make you to come to.<br />
And so I watch <br />
Watch and I watch you,<br />
Wishing for a reason<br />
to make you to come to.<br />
<br />
Soooo.... yeah, I was bored. I don't  even like anyone, just a random poem.  Don't throw rotten fruit/veggies at it,  you'll smudge your screen. A bit odd, I  won't explain it though because I'm  lazy. ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>finally</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 10:57:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so I finally have the scanner in my  room. That means more drawings. Just  warning you... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>scanner</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 10:56:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[  ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Tired</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 13:35:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For lack of better things to say I  shall proclaim "I AM FUCKING TIRED!"  ...  just cuz im tired and bitchy  doesn't mean I have to yell!... yes it  does.... does not.... does  so.................... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 17:13:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It would be so easy, so easy, so  easy... it keeps replaying over and  over and over in my head. So easy, so  easy. It's like a monotone voice  flowing through my head, hiding behind  my thoughts and playing over and over  again. So easy, it would be so easy, so  easy. A thousand possibilities cross my  mind, up here in my room. A thousand  ways, and it would be so easy.  whispering skipping record, repeat to  me over and over and over and it would  be so easy. ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Overflow</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 13:12:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I apologize to all those who have me on  deviantwatch for the overflow of  deviations I am putting up. I have not  had the time or motivation to do  anything much for a while... <br />
Expect more pictures and maybe an  animation or two! I just found out that  I have a program to make animations, I  must be an idiot for not knowing it was  on my computer.... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>^_^</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 19:04:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OK, so I decided a few days ago to  update the journal. Being a  procrastinator I have not done anything  about it since... until now that is.  And the funny thing is that I have no  idea what I was going to write here so  this is all a pointless waste of your  time. ^_^ ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Happy Birthday!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2005 09:48:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Although she may not read this I would  like to say... Happy Birthday Ma'idah!! ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Siblings</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 17:24:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Don't you hate coming home after you  have been away overnight or something  and your siblings have messed with your  stuff? Its annoying find your baby  sister on your computer and notice that  your speakers have somehow dissapeared  right when you get home... it's even  worse when you tell her to get out and  she has to spend ten minutes with you  breathing down her shirt collar to say  goodbye to whatever friends she is  currently talking to. And isn't it  silly how you love them anyway? ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 13:32:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Time passes so very quickly. Yes, I do  realize that the thought is very  cliche, I suppose it isn't very true at  all anyway. This illusion we have  rendered upon ourselves, the subtle yet  so very prominent chain that has been  lashed around our necks by our own  hands, the hands of our ancestors and  predecessors. It rubs our skin raw and  bleeding as we tug tighter, the chain  clinking tighter as we slowly strangle  ourselves to death.<br />
I thought time was a seperate demension  anyway. Maybe it runs parallel to our  own. Maybe I'm just one huge fucking  idiot and know nothing of the matter.  Oh well. It doesn't matter anyway,  nothing really matters. We will all die  soon. Every one of you people reading  this will be dead in a century or so.  If we gave up and died right now it  would make hardly any difference at  all, just a few years. You are less  than miniscule when everything that has  happened and will happen is accounted  for. What is the loss of you to the  universe? It probably is'nt a loss at  all, more space for the other  fledglings that will die all too soon.<br />
But maybe we won't die too soon. Maybe  we all die too late. We have too much  time with which to bring the downfall  and everlasting kingdom that will  crumble to the swords of angels or  demons. Their flaming swords mark the  minute and hour, boring a hole in my  flesh as they pace restlessly along my  wrist like troubled men in a hospital  waiting room. Without anything to mark  it, would time even exist. Lost forever  in a world of liumbo there is no night  and no day, there are no hours, years  or months to remind you that you have  been there for eternity. Our lives are  govorned by a theory, a restraint,  menace, theif and grim reaper. You say  we are born to die, I sayyou are right,  but perchance not in the way you are  thinking... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2005 18:49:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Time passes so very quickly. Yes, I do  realize that the thought is very  cliche, I suppose it isn't very true at  all anyway. This illusion we have  rendered upon ourselves, the subtle yet  so very prominent chain that has been  lashed around our necks by our own  hands, the hands of our ancestors and  predecessors. It rubs our skin raw and  bleeding as we tug tighter, the chain  clinking tighter as we slowly strangle  ourselves to death. <br />
I thought time was a seperate demension  anyway. Maybe it runs parallel to our  own. Maybe I'm just one huge fucking  idiot and know nothing of the matter.  Oh well. It doesn't matter anyway,  nothing really matters. We will all die  soon. Every one of you people reading  this will be dead in a century or so.  If we gave up and died right now it  would make hardly any difference at  all, just a few years. You are less  than miniscule when everything that has  happened and will happen is accounted  for. What is the loss of you to the  universe? It probably is'nt a loss at  all, more space for the other  fledglings that will die all too soon.<br />
But maybe we won't die too soon. Maybe  we all die too late. We have too much  time with which to bring the downfall  and everlasting kingdom that will  crumble to the swords of angels or  demons. Their flaming swords mark the  minute and hour, boring a hole in my  flesh as they pace restlessly along my  wrist like troubled men in a hospital  waiting room. Without anything to mark  it, would time even exist. Lost forever  in a world of liumbo there is no night  and no day, there are no hours, years  or months to remind you that you have  been there for eternity. Our lives are  govorned by a theory, a restraint,  menace, theif and grim reaper. You say  we are born to die, I sayyou are right,  but perchance not in the way you are  thinking... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>^^</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2005 13:40:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dude! Got my braces off today! ahhh,  how good it is to feel smooth teeth  again! Hmmmm, I need to water my  ivy..... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Techno is good for the soul.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2004 15:32:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's true! I'm lstening to DJ Sammy and  Blumchen... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Hmmmm</title>
                <link>http://PixieClear.deviantart.com/journal/3986327/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2004 10:12:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am listening to Celtic music and the  Ginger Snaps main theme. I really want  to get all of the Ginger Snaps  movies... it will have to wait until  after Christmas since I have no money  now..... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>surrender</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2004 16:17:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am declaring my surrender. I  surrender... Heh, to anyone who reads  this, it probably doesn't mean what you  think it does. ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>Music</title>
                <link>http://PixieClear.deviantart.com/journal/3949301/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 16:16:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have been stuck in my room with my  thoughts and music. I am favoring white  flag (dido), sephiroth theme  (orchestral oprah) and the escaflowne  oprah battle song. *sigh* it is  soothing and saddening at the same  time. I will try to lift myself above  these dark thoughts soon enough, but  how far can I haul my aching self above  this pit before I slip again? ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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                <title>My Room</title>
                <link>http://PixieClear.deviantart.com/journal/3917475/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2004 14:04:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have been moved into this house for a  few months and have never gotten my  room to look the way I want it to until  today! I finally got the computer in my  room and I put up some really cool  framed pictures. Yay! My cat likes the  couch I put in here, i'm sure He will  use it more than me... ]]></description>
                <author>~PixieClear</author>
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