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                <title>kiso-koneko - I did your silly survey : /</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 23:20:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Go on google and type in the following:<br /><br />[your name] needs<br />[your name] looks like<br />[your name] says<br />[your name] wants<br />[your name] does<br />[your name] hates<br />[your name] asks<br />[your name] goes<br />[your name] likes<br />[your name] eats<br />[your name] wears<br />[your name] was arrested for<br /><br /><br />+++<br /><br />Jesse needs some reading spectacles. (I found a whole page dedicated to all sorts of things "jesse needs..." which was weird.<br /><br />Jesse looks like a hedgehog. (which is true, as of lately)<br /><br />Jesse says "I'm trippin"<br /><br />Jesse wants a corndog.<br /><br />Jesse does Russel Peters?!?!?!<br /><br />Jesse hates furbies. <br /><br />Jesse asks what he didn't do. (thats kind of depressing... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />)<br /><br />Jesse goes to rehab. D:<br /><br />Jesse likes drinking. (title of a youtube video)<br /><br />Jesse eats Habanero Pepper. (The next three were all about 'jesse eating poop and dirt'... and 2/3 were poop...) (uck)<br /><br />Jesse wears Prada video channel. O.o<br /><br />Jesse was arrested for walking on a sidewalk. <br /><br />+ + + <br /><br /><br />Ok, that was mildly amusing, but while we're here - lets do an update of Jesse's life! *drum roll*<br />I'm officially a high school graduate of Auburn Senior High School after doing two years of normal high school and then two years of running start at Green River Community College. <br />Now that I nearly have my AA Degree and nothing to do over summer, I've been job hunting. <br /><br />I have an interview with Hot Topic at 3 o'clock on Thursday, so whoever reads this better keep me reminded. I'm probably going to wear my nice black button up shirt, with a pink tie, and... I'm not sure. Grey slacks don't fit my fancy on that shit. I wish I had something that would compliment a black button-up better because I certainly don't want to wear the typical white shirt, black tie, and black pants... thats horrendous for someone as righteous as me. <br />I'll be getting that cursed driver's license soon and be driving myself to work like any other 18 yr-old adult with their priorities straight. *sigh* Welcome to the corporate world, and you're climbing up its large intestine to the top. -_-<br />I can't complain though... who could honestly mind listening to metal the entire time that they're at work and wearing ridiculous animal-themed back-packs with hoods that have ears?<br />Sounds ok to me. <br /><br />Whootness!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>they want to dream of cause</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 13:31:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ They all need to fuck the cause.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>Happy Mondays, indeed.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 12:56:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I forgot my jewelry project at home and had to walk all the way home, in the rain, to get it. And then walk all the way to school. I am completely soaked, head to toe. <br />
"Jesse! what happened?!?!" "I took an invigorating stroll."<br />
I was only ten minutes late for class, which is the good news. So maybe my teacher didn't count me as absent or something.<br />
<br />
Water is all over the keyboard. Uhuru.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>throw your head back, baby</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 19:35:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ (7:29:55 PM) Forever yours in love and death: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YES!!!!<br />
(7:30:13 PM) Forever yours in love and death: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT<br />
(7:30:36 PM) jESSE: what?<br />
(7:30:53 PM) Forever yours in love and death: HE BROKE UP WITH HIM!!!!!<br />
(7:31:01 PM) jESSE: BAHAHAHAAAAA LMAO<br />
(7:31:27 PM) jESSE: I think thats the first time I ever threw my head back in laughter over an IM. Congratulations.<br />
(7:31:43 PM) Forever yours in love and death: thanks<br />
<br />
Girls that lust after gay guys make me fucking laugh my ASS off!<br />
(Forever the lover of someone who isn't in love with her, unTILL death. What're we on now? year... two?)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>PE</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 12:46:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, so I rocked the house in PE and got 12:28 for my mile and a half run. But I didn't eat anything prior, and I'm kinda feelin' like I'm gunna puke. : P<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Fuck assholes</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 19:35:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Before they up and shit all over everything.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>DEAR GOD</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 13:02:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Matt is reading, in class, aloud, a journal about how this guy got his girlfriend to let him do anal with her. <br />
"It's perfectly normal in europe, and most girls say that its not all that bad."<br />
"I was afraid she would decline, and so I just decided to be proactive and get it on camera without her permission."<br />
"Around midnight, my friend would arrive at my place with a camera and run into my closet."<br />
"Of course, she had no idea he was there."<br />
"I quickly flipped her over and grabbed the bottle of masterglad."<br />
<br />
Dear fucking christ. The things that happen when a teacher is not present. I think I'm going to be sick. <br />
<br />
"Spitting on your dick is not enough for anal butt-sex. Unlike, in those cheesy talked up movies."<br />
<br />
At this point, Matt failed to be able to talk further. He was laughing too hard about emptying the bottle of... into.. *shrug*<br />
<br />
"Matt, this is like poetry." <br />
"Shee-it hahaha" <br />
<br />
BUT IT WAS NOT! OVER! YEEEETTTTT!<br />
<br />
<br />
PS: the teacher is actually IN the room now... and the crime continues.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>what do you do?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 12:51:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When your teacher shows up to class less than you do? You cry, thats what you do. You cry and don't make progress. <br />
<br />
High school is very strange. When you decide to sit on a concrete block and watch everyone walk by, instead of being part of the masses, it all seems very disturbing. Its like watching circus of crazy humans parading past with angry faces, too much make-up, ugly clothes, and agitating voices. <br />
Composed as I am, I would just love to run for my life. The monsters are coming. <br />
<br />
I'm looking forward to a life outside of this social circus. Where I can be in a quiet work environment, wherever that may be, and return home to a cozy living room and have an intellectual conversation. <br />
I think that I'll enjoy going home today. <br />
<br />
<br />
-Jesse<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>So, today</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 15:42:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ On my walk home from high school (shittyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy) I looked down the street behind my house and saw that the trees lining the valley had a particularly amazing... gray about them. So I decided to take a picture of it. <br />
<br />
So you'll be getting that. And... possibly an ID soon. <br />
<br />
Also, I'm working on getting my camera back from The Devil. So... until then, I'm going to have to work with my sister's digitale'<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>Its buzzing.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 19:28:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Piano and a full beat. <br />
I'm sitting on a blue, grey, and black sleeping bag. <br />
Black socks are on my feet. <br />
There is a box that is buzzing somewhere. (fuck schemes)<br />
<br />
I'm separated from everyone.<br />
I sleep with dormant characters contained in closed pages.<br />
In the world, there is no one. <br />
Memories have been pushed away for ages. <br />
<br />
<br />
I haven't slept under my covers for months. I sleep in a sleeping bag, on top of my bed, instead. <br />
I've made a serious mistake by doing this. The things that made me afraid to go back to bed have surely turned into monsters by now. And I can't help but feel like they're waiting for me. I don't know if I can face them. <br />
<br />
I think I'm going to wait for someone to join me in the fight.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>OMFGTNAU!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 13:30:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am so hungry! NEEEEEED COOKIES!!! I can smell them, but I don't see them, and its really starting to bug me. <br />
I think that I'm going to be getting MY camera back soon. Maybe I'll be making some contributions pretty soon. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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                <title>RRRAWWWWWRRRR!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 19:50:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A parental fern grows, protects, and ultimately ejects its spores from a stalked structure: the sporangium. To visualize its ballistic mechanism, imagine holding a small pile of peas in the palm of your hand and gently closing your fist. Further imagine that a thin, steel spring has been rigged along the inside surface of your bent middle finger. If some force were to pry open your fist, allowing the peas to roll to your fingertips, the force would stretch and load the piece of spring. Removing the force suddenly would cause your fingers to snap shut, flinging peas everywhere.<br />
<br />
The fern equivalent of the spring and middle finger is the annulus, a row of cells that bisects the sporangium like a sturdy spine. The annulus has heavily reinforced inner walls and thin outer walls that are permeable to water. As the sporangium dries, evaporating water is drawn out from the cells of the annulus, causing the cells to shrink. The thick, inner cell walls don't collapse, but the outer walls start to buckle. The process causes the curved surface of the annulus to shorten, thereby prying the sporangium open [see illustration below].<br />
<br />
Now the spores are exposed, but they still cling to the surface of the primed sporangium. The column of water trapped in the annulus s cells is under progressively greater tension as water evaporates through the thin outer cell walls. But the thick inner walls continue to resist collapse, and so the water pressure inside the cell drops. When the pressure drops below a certain threshold, dissolved air or water vapor form a gas bubble in the liquid. The formation of such a bubble is called cavitation.<br />
<br />
When one such bubble forms, it disturbs its neighboring cells enough to set off a chain reaction of bubble formation along the annulus. The fat air bubbles in the cells make the cell walls snap back into their preevaporation positions, firing spores in all directions.<br />
<br />
(All credits go to Adam Summers.)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~cirqueducloud</author>
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