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                <title>Public Exhibition</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 13:16:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am opening up my quiet little sphere of self now, and taking personal credit for my Blog on Blogspot. I am going to be using it as my primary means of communication with the outside world, and for letting everyone know what is going on in my life while overseas. I am likely not going to update here all to often (like that is a change) So go and check out <br /><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://themeaningofcharlie.blogspot.com">[link]</a> <br /><br />if you want to hear about my life and such. Right now it is all full of emo ranting, for the most part, but I promise in future it will be filled with happy and bubbly observations of Morocco and riding a train across the country. Yay!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>news</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 17:27:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The old journal was getting, well, old. So I thought I would update a little. <br /><br />I have been doing a lot more drawing recently, more than i have been in the last two years, i think. That isn't saying too much, but, still, saying a lot when compared to the work load i have now days. I dunno. I think the art comes out strongest during times of stress, and though I am not unhappy, i am...stressed. There is so much going on all at once, all the time. and. A pause is good to have. a moment of mental peace. just a simple process of meditation. and that is what my work is, for me. painting. drawing. playing on the tablet. It is meditation. and I am getting a little more adept at this whole photoshop business, and so now i find that I don't get nearly as frustrated with my ignorance handi-caps. <br /><br />Things are good in my life right now. really good.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Excuses</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 15:10:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have new glasses!<br /><br />I have not been putting up any artwork!<br /><br />My brothers dog just got into every trash can in the house!<br /><br />I just paid off a rather sizable chunk of loan!<br /><br />I finished reading Anathem, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? and Pride and Prejudice all in a go. I rather like them in that same order. And I felt all three were very good and deserving books. Some of you know what that kind of praise from me means.<br /><br />Anathem may very well get placed on my shelf of favorite books ever, along side Dun Cow and Watership Down. We will see...time will tell. <br /><br />I have written more on one of my most favorite stories in last two days than I have in the last two years. I do not know if that is something to be proud of or ashamed of. It is nice to have a drive for such a thing. <br /><br /><br />and now my room is really hot and i cant think of anything else to do online, so i am going to leave. bye.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Papers</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 20:49:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate writing papers.<br /><br />As in, I really dislike writing papers for class. They just. Drag at me. <br /><br />And I also felt it was time to update my deviant account, neh?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ok, so</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 00:24:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Three days behind. I can catch up. On the plus side, I did draw two pictures today. Once on a note to the people of Diversions Cafe, and another on the whiteboard in University...must work on non-doodles...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I submitted!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 20:48:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Everyone clap their hands!<br /><br />no more giving me shit for not updating now!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>So I lied</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 21:45:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *update!*<br />I have new compy! and am typing on it right now! ahhh! and will be loading the intuos programs soon as i change the desktop background! yay! omg! i'm so excited! *jumps up and down* woot!<br /><br />and therfore, I am not going to promise any art. If it happens, we shall see...<br /><br />in other news, the new compy is now flying in the mail! woot!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Updates and such nonsense</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 23:39:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It has been suggested to me by enough people recently that I should update my Deviantart. Scan some drawings, doodle in Photoshop a bit, post some new pictures, write something, ANYTHING. <br /><br />Well, you see, I'm a college student. I would try and use the excuse that I am busy, but that would be a lie. I'm actually just terribly lazy. So. I'll get around to it...sometime. Maybe. But in all honesty, I've been using deviant to keep in touch with folks and to watch artists (and to supply myself with fabulous desktop pictures).<br /><br />But maybe that small, still interested group out there is right. I should start posting more art. I shouldn't keep it all bottled up in my head and hidden away in my sketchbooks. So. <br /><br />I'm not making any promises...<br /><br /><br />...but...<br /><br />...I'll make it my goal to have something up by Sunday evening... yeah. maybe.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>College</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 10:44:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I'm back at school everyone! yay! and it has been a giant puddle of fun. even though classes haven't exactly started yet. We watched Tampopo last night, and then around two in the morning we all decided what we needed most was some Ramen noodles. Those of you who have been forced to watch that film with me understand fully. For the rest of you, don't go into that movie with an empty stomach. You won't survive. Period. <br /><br />ummmmm. yes, what else is new? O, my friend James wandered over last night with a three gallon jug of icecream. that was amusing. so I'm about to go make french toast and icecream for everyone when they come over for breakfast.<br /><br />yes. <br /><br />Why did i tell you all this? no particular reason, I'm just waiting for my housemates to get out of the shower so i can grab my toothbrush/paste. I think those products are going to live in my room, not bathroom, for this very reason.  <br /><br />cheers!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sleep Cycle</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 23:41:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I seemed to have missed that whole part of the equation where you sleep at night, and then do chores during the day. *sigh* whatever. I went to bed at nine tonight because I was bone dead tired, and then I lay there for two hours trying to will myself to sleep. Didn't work, obviously. So then I decided to Clean my room and organize my shit and pile all of Aj's crap into a single corner and reclaim my room! woot! and now that is done, and I even swept and vacumed and it is 12:30 and I still can't get to sleep. Please, someone save me. I could I suppose start on one of several dozen projects I had lined out for myself in coming two weeks. Aka, clean my house up at dads, find/make spaces for upwards of five teenagers to sleep for a week+, make a painting studio in the basement. Scan my paintings (ah ha ha ha ha, yeah right) read my books. Watch movies. Go backpacking. Go huckleberry picking. Go floating. Go hiking up Mt. Sentinel. gah. Finnish all of the other projects. *sigh* what am I going to do with myself, honestly? My eyes are all droopy and I'm still bonee tired but I just can't get myself to sleep. hmmm. maybe i should go eat some icecream. that woul...put me to sleep...yeah...<br /><br />Dammit. My cd ended. Have you lot ever listened to silversun pickups? fabulous. I recomend them. Go check out "Lazy eye" mmmhmm! <br /><br />k, well. I won't promise to put anything up soon, becuase the last, like million times I've said that it all turned out to be lies. Thanks for listening to this edition of Cony-can't-sleep-and-needs-something-to-do-to-take-her-mind-off-the-fact-she-isn't-makingout-with-a-certain-boy-who-she-won't-see-for-far-too-long<br /><br />yep.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Equine Army</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 15:49:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So one of my first projects for the summer was building shelving space to put all of my Breyer horses along the ceiling. Just so happens dad also had a bunch of display lights that we had nothing better to do with. So. Now I have my roomed lined with an army of overly dramatically lit horses. And a spare bookshelf! which means! More Moving Shit! yay! er...yeah.<br /><br />So anyways, while that is going on, I am also burning all of my movies onto backup disks to take to college with me so i don't have to fret about them getting ripped off, etc. Note to self. Do not buy more movies. it takes a really long time to go through nearly 70 movies when it takes about 1 1/2 hours to get them to disk. *sigh*<br /><br />I'm just typing...i guess. and letting you all know whats going down in my world<br /><br />other happenings! Dana gave me her entire music collection, like, the night before i left, and er. It takes a bloody long time to sort through all of that music. But its getting done...slowly, and amusedly. I had forgotten how funny punk music sounds to me. Just hillarious. I'm sure I'm not supposed to be laughing, but seriously, so funny! I love it! mk. lets get rid of ladder...don't want to be walking under anything and getting myself a pile of bad luck.<br /><br />O! right! the reason why i wrote this Journal in the first place! I've decided to see about scanning ALL of my paintings, and putting them up since this DA account really does not house the vast majority of my art. But then again, well. whatever. we will see if that happens this summer.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>yo</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 15:22:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a pet bunny<br /><br /><br />and a phone that works now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Tanning Sludge</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 11:07:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So yesterday was possibly the most magnificent weather in godforsaken ever, so naturally i lay in the lawn all day long reading, and now i have sports bra shaped tan line on my back, and i was wearing baggy shorts, so like, half my legs have this awkwardly defined tan line way down by my knees...on the bright side i now know for a fact that Tacoma can support the existence of sunshine! yay!<br /><br />Not too much to report, lots of reading, lots of final projects, i registered for classes, (booyah!) and i will be taking Chinese next year with Martin, and intro to STS with Eryn, and ah, it should be lovely. mk, tootles!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>New Phone!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 16:09:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yay! so i have a phone again! and none of my contacts! it's still the same number for me and all, so, eh. Everyone just send a text or a note or something with your name (and number if the later) and ill program you back in...that is, if you want me to have your number...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Phone issues again</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 15:48:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Phone fell in Toilet.<br /><br />Don't text or call for a bit. I should have a new phone by Sunday...but thats a big should...another big should is that it should stay the same number...<br /><br /><br />*edit*<br />So i got a new phone...ish. Its being sent to Missoula, and Ill get it on Tuesday...but Ill still be here until Saturday...so um, next week! next week my phone will be operating...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Day</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 20:40:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ever have one of those days that just...keep...going. and your like, come on already, just end! but you have a ton of homework to do, and so its probably a good thing that it hasn't ended, but you know. its like, i think about what happened this morning, and i'm like, good god, was that really only just this morning? and like, ive checked my e-mail like, 18 times. and i keep expecting something new, like i usualy get in the morning, but its not the morning. its 8:33 and i checked my mail at 8:10 and at 7:50. *sigh* I also don't recommend going running in the morning, and then moving huge cases all day, and then dancing, and then going for a super long walk, and then eating rabbit food (aka salad) for dinner. it makes you feel like you actually care about your body. and it also makes your body REALLY tired. which gets in the way of doing homework our sounding even remotely sentient. well, no, just remarkably entertainingly dull while sentient. meh. So. um. This was a really pointless journal. glad to know you all love me and will suffer through my pointlessness.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />on a side note, Apples to Apples tomorrow in the Sub, 3:00! woot! (for all whopping one of you who could possibly even attend! please do, that would be amazing!)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>out of context</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 18:18:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ However, I found that I am really drawn to living<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Exercise </title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 16:49:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sooooooooo. guess what happened to Cony yesterday?<br /><br />yes, thats right. she exercised! and not only that, but lifted weights and was in a gym and everything. <br /><br />How did this most improbable event occur you ask? well, it certainly wasn't pre-meditated. in fact, it wasn't even spontaneous. it was coerced, tricked, and damn my pride. <br /><br />So, last night, having dinner, talking with martin and dylan, all good times. then we get up, clean our plates and start to leave, but do we start walking towards Schiff and Harrington? no, we keep walking towards Wyatt, then towards the feildhouse. its not until actually in the fieldhouse that Cony goes, umm, what are we doing? <br /><br />o, we are going to go lift weights now.<br /><br />*blink*<br />*laughs maniacally* <br />your kidding.<br /><br />...<br />no. <br /><br />*blink*<br />*panic attack*<br />I think I'm going to go run away now, I don't usually, er, do this sort of thing.<br /><br />O come on, think of it as a gap in your knowledge and experience. you yourself said that was your motive for seeking the things you are interested in.<br /><br />*curses*<br /><br /><br />And thus i was coerced/tricked/led blindly like a cow to slaughter into the weight room. <br /><br />and now my tummy hurts from too many sit-ups with a ten pound weight.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Back!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:47:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ see tittle. I'm not really in the mood for a heart to heart with my computer just now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sooooo</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 09:55:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm done with all of my exams<br />
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I've cleaned all of my laundry and could pack now<br />
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I've met Yushin<br />
<br />
I said goodbye to Josh<br />
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I said goodbye to David<br />
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I'm still looking for a chance to say goodbye to Dylan<br />
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Sarah and I watched Princess Bride last night (her first time ever) and then we said goodbye. <br />
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I stayed up really late last night talking about art and music and film and ah, it was amazing<br />
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I'm beginning to run out of things to do with myself at the moment. One day left at UPS, and I'm thinking all i want to do is read a book or go running naked through grounds...I'm not entirely sure which i would want to do more...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ahhhhhh!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 16:18:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Some one save me from my own chronic procrastination! Ugh! I have never suffered from it so severely! i should go eat food...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>new Phone!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 22:44:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a new phone everyone! Please, if you would like the number, note me!<br />
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because the old number is obsolete now...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>huh</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 21:24:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just realized once more how much of my creative thought isn't a product of myself, but everything before me. Is nothing original?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>First</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 12:30:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello everyone who bothers reading College blog journal posts. First day down! wootah! I got up this morning at seven thirty, went to my Stats class at Eight thirty, and was done with school by Nine Twenty. how kickass is that? wow, Thursdays/Tuesdays are amazing. Mondays and Fridays will be hard though...<br />
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anyways. blogging. I finally go in touch with the non-existent work study professor, and I may actually get a job! yay! mk, well, my tummy is growling, so maybe i should go do that. Maybe i will post a better update later, yeah? yeah.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>So Long, Farewell, I have to say Adieu</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 16:35:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ see tittle. goodbye everybody! Tacoma, here i come!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Tweeny-Bopper Music</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 11:50:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sometimes, I need to listen to tween-year-old girl music, it just feels really good. We are all twelve sometimes, we are all five sometimes, we are all twenty seven sometimes, we all act our age sometimes. But it depends on the day, the moment, the mood. Sometimes I have no shame admitting that I just spent the last hour and half head banging to Avril Lavigne, No Doubt and Aqua. Like right now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Pulled Behind</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 16:08:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my hands are chapped and there are kernals between my teeth<br />
i wanted to dance and sing and shout and<br />
all the energy that has been hidden away from me<br />
suddenly surged out of my lungs in impassioned speech and song<br />
that bellowed from my frame in an orgasmic climax<br />
what sense could be made of them i know not<br />
but my mind was twisted and contorted in a joyous leap of existence<br />
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and then i took a shower<br />
<br />
now i sit with chapped hands and kernals between my teeth<br />
drinking mint black tea<br />
and wondering what happened to the fury that escaped me<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>BONFIRE!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 15:29:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *grabs megaphone* <br />
<br />
ROYAL PROCLAMATION NUMBER 73:<br />
the recipitants of this bulletin are hereby commanded to attend a celebration of the English holiday of Guy Fawkes and Bonfire Night, celebrated on the Fifth of November (this coming Sunday) <br />
<br />
terms and conditions:<br />
it is not necessary to provide any flammables, we are well supplied, but if you do have certain English or history textbooks that need to disappear, or perhaps school uniforms or simply old chairs that must retire soon or else face the possibility of obstructing the peace and happiness of the public and/or yourself, you are more than welcome to bring them to our cause.<br />
<br />
it was suggested that disguising oneself would be mandatory, for fear of persecution, and we acknowledge that no one gets enough use out of their Halloween costumes anyway.<br />
<br />
he presence of consumables is currently debatable, nothing that would be cause for legal action may be present<br />
<br />
premises:<br />
the said celebration will take place in the gully behind 5125 orchard avenue (behind the old walmart at the end of the lane...keep walking behind the house)<br />
An effigy of Guy Fawkes will be lit around five oclock in the evening commencing the celebration. <br />
<br />
Those who do not receive this bulletin may join as well, as it is not within her Majesties powers to contact all human beings simultaneously, otherwise this message would have been received via a more universal means.<br />
*hands microphone away*<br />
<br />
<br />
CALL 207 7637<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>There and Back again, a Pika's tale</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 02:52:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im sory, i can't help the LOTR references. It is nearly four in the morning, i am jet lagged, and i suffer from non-alchoholic drunkeness. again. it went away for a while, but its back. thank god there is no one here this time to have a conversation with, so instead im typing on the computer, so everyone in the world can appreciate it! yes. good. do you know we dont have any milk in our house? gah! i was away for far too long! o well. this must be remedied...and soon...otherwise i may never actualy get to drink my wonderfull sleeping potion (i think i have posted the recipee before) and i will end up torturing all of you with thousands of nature photographs and random brain spewing (not even brain barfs, just spew). anyways, hope life is well enough, though i hear for some it might not be, but, meh, ah well. i know i could have died contentedly at one moment in my life, and so i will now live contentedly because of it. does that make sense? maybe i am tired, and just dont know it. my neck hurts at any rate. ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>people</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2006 21:53:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ people are the silliest things, and so is gossip and dramma and miscalculations and over-speculation and thinking and not thinking and stupidy and inteligence and misinterperatations and people. ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>IM GOING BACK!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Apr 2006 21:59:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ IM GOING BACK TO NEW ZEALAND THIS SUMMER FOR THREE WEEKS JULY 29-AUGUST 18 *HAPPY DANCES* MOST EXCITEING THING EVER WOOTAH!<br />
<br />
<br />
catch phrase of the...season...been stuck in my head for a couple weeks/months and it makes me laugh everytime i think of it, and the best part is that it is a real scentence!:<br />
<br />
Let him notice I noticed before the event where I noticed I wanted him to notice I noticed and let him notice I wanted him to notice I noticed. ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>grahbrkaclkershernkle</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 2006 16:55:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ GAH!!!! computer died music died lost every file i died found it again could breathe then lost it all again suicide impending found it again *breath* o god so scary found it keeping it back to scratch have to make all new playlists a whole thirteen days worth of music just *poof* gone spazzing someone prevent me from killing something my bird tried to eat my face you will all see at school damn it all to hell bad day bad day bad day have a fun time all i get to chaperone a y-dance now wootah! ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>5 am and shivers</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2006 07:06:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ WARNING:<br />
CAUTION:<br />
EDUCATE YOURSELF:<br />
*the reading of this matterial is on your own head, should you choose to terminate this session, do so in the following manner: stop reading. thankyou for your time and consideration, sincerely, Cony Eugene Craighead of the United States of Ameria, Y&G Lobbyist, Large and Small Animal Owner, Home alone and with lots of spare time--hey look the sun rose!*<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Shiverstwitcheshappy-super-excited grinhands shakingsooo earlyneeds sleepshiverstwitcheshappy-super-excited grin<br />
<br />
<br />
So getting up at 5 AM after going to bed at 2 AM is probably not the smartest idea I have ever had, and neither is drinking a nine-tea bag cut of black tea in two minutes so that you can be fully awake a quarter of an hour before your slightly-deranged-super-excited-sleep-deprived-hippy-haired-mother-who-is-being-slightly-miffed-and-annoyed-by-your-tardy-return-especialy-after-the-fact-was-well-known-that-she-needed-you-to-take-her-to-the-airport gets up and gets even more, ah, irritated, at your late night venture because you were not there and dependable when she requested you. But Im realy thinking the tea was a not smart plan. Apart from need to piss like a racehorse, I have twitchy fingers, paranoid senses, and I think a twitch in my left eye. No wait. That would be because I have an eyelash in it. Wow. Slow down cony. Your making my brain hurt! Naw, that was yesterday afternoon that your brain was swelling and squishing your eyeballs against the side of your head and making that weird grinding sound that reminded me slightly of grated cheese. Was that it? O yeah, I remember now! and you forehead kept trying to bash itself into the wall. Trying? Did you say trying? No, I think it succeeded quite well. O right. That would also explain the bruise, wouldnt it? Yeah. It would. Mmmmmm. Dammit. Even the not-so-super-secret-sleeping-potion isnt working. Its just making me want to go to the bathroom even more *notes to self this hasnt exactly occurred yet, and none of you realy wanted to know this either, but thats beside the point. You are my victims until you stop reading. And then I cant do anything about it. Andyeah. Ok, I suck at threats* so Im realy hoping this manic-ish-ness will go away soon so that I can go to bed and actually sleep for, ah, more than two and half hours tonight, but strangely, Im quite well and awake and dead tired an I think Im going to run into a wall soon. WHAK! *owww* nope. I already hit it. Well, at least there isnt a cliff up ahead for me to accidentally fall off of while Im going ninety miles an hour, right?right?.hey guysguys?o shi------<br />
	So I guess I shouldnt be so serious and actually talk about something that none of you care aboutserious? Are you seriously trying to convince us you were being serious? *sheepish grin*, ah yeah, was that not me being serious? Whats serious then? Was I gone when it was the word of the day? Did I miss the lesson? Well, for educations sake, today I learned I realy have no self-control and when I want something and I can take it I take it and I dont realy ever think about the repercussions of my actions until the repercussions happen and then I go, damn, that was such a stupid thing to do, but o well, life is good and I would hope that those who know me would know me and not be too overly upset over my complete lack of personal control. Of course, this could be thinking in denial, but Im going to pretend Im a rational sentient human being and that this is all ok. Because thats rational, and logical, and Im realy hoping that I havent tempted too many gods and none of my mates will follow me off the cliff with a rope and noose just to make sure the rocks finish me at the bottom, one way or another<br />
<br />
Wow, still have the shivers, but Im not cold in the slightest. Maybe they are the shakes. I dont recommend nine bags of tea at once. Does strange things to the hair. I think my shivers, on the other hand, are a result of overexcited nerves. Who knew ecstasy was so enjoyable and yet so formidable all at once (the emotion, by the way folks, but you all should know that. And if you didnt, I pity you. My joy is not artificially packaged or presented!)<br />
<br />
So as I was saying to the camel, well Jordan, I think the doctor is a bit shifty, so lets just take the shots and maybe a beer and call it a morning *grunting camel noises* yeah, I reckon so ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>November overkill</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2005 14:27:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so yeah. about that once a month journal entry motiff i was doing for a while...apperently didn't work out so well last month. but hopefully we will be back on track<br />
<br />
and i will see again soon<br />
<br />
everyone must go to this site:<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fcmx.net/vec/get.swf?i=003702">[link]</a><br />
<br />
it is the most beautifull thing ever<br />
<br />
especialy for any of you who like drawing and still care ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>ITS OUT</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 14:44:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ITS OUT ITS OUT MY GOD SO HAPPY BOUNCING OFF WALLS GAH ITS BRILLIANTI HAVE NO IDEA WHY I AM ON THE COMPUYTER RIGHT NOW PINACLE OF EXSTASY MYT GOD ITS FIINALY COME SOME FIVE YEARSGOOD GOD IT IS BEAUTIFULL IM SO HAPPY GAH THE WORLD IS WONDERFULL<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
enya's Amarantine is out ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>yes yes, i know</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 18:02:41 PST</pubDate>
                
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                <title>lack of substantial homework</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 21:18:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ soooooooooo<br />
as much as i hate spam<br />
with a passion<br />
ive always kinda liked these<br />
so long as they were sorta new (i had not been sent it before)<br />
they are great fun to fill out<br />
and its your own damn fault your reading it<br />
<br />
<br />
A - Accent: origionaly thought to be the most attractive aditional feature to the opposite sex (aka "the exotic fruit). unfortunately, long term overseas experiences have placed it at: o, so thats where you are from.<br />
B - Belly size: depends on what you are trying to feed me<br />
C - Chore you hate: that one i dont want to do<br />
D - Dream: Marble Halls<br />
E - Essential make-up item: does not exist<br />
F - Favourite memories: good god, why does this have to be plural? i remember mixing flour and water and grass and spices and things i found in the fridge and then bakeing them to feed to my stick horse with Jessi when we were five years old. i also remember playing in the garden with lewis when i was three, after his mother had just planted the beens, and had wattered the earth so it was mud pit and we painted stripes and bands on each other and then she came out and got so mad we ran away to my house (three doors down the street) and ate raspberries and carrots while pretending we were prison fugatives from alkatraz, and the sidewalk was the water channel that we had to swim accross to our freedom. i remember hideing highliter pens from elanna because she was painting her face with them, i remember settling the silly debates of jessup and nora in keyboarding, i remember walking with elanna and kirsten and emma to emmas house with my mother digital camera, and no one could take a picture of my face, only my hair, and i remember my cat patches always walking in front of my dads face whenever he layed down on my bed to read me my bedtime story and i remember makeing travoys for my toy horses and dissapearing into wild fantasy lands that i never truly woke up from, and i remember the war of the guinie pigs on the hill at lewis and clark, and i remmember swining on the swing sets with juni and jason and (ed) and i think i should stop and get onto the next one.<br />
G - Gold or silver: gold objects currently on my persons: 0 ; silver items currently on my persons: 4<br />
H - Hometown: 216 Livingstong, Missoula MT, 59801, all my life<br />
I - Insomnia: something danny realy has a problem with<br />
J - Job title: supreme ruler of my universe<br />
K - Kids: they are cute and cudly, but don't let that decieve you. you must look for any eye or ear defects, seperate males from females after three months, and carefully ween out bad stock--o, you weren't talking about goats?<br />
L - Living arrangements: attic and northwest bedroom<br />
M - Musical taste: good music<br />
N - Number of pets you've had: well, the only full and comprehensive estimate was taken in the fourth grade, that is, seven years ago, almost to the day, by Zac Johnson (caz-divad) and myself. i think the number we came up with was 2,476. and we only counted the ones i could distinctly remember the names of.<br />
O - Overnight hospital stays: define hospital<br />
P - Person you consider your closest friend: there are two of them, and they know who they are. ive expressly told them (accidentaly, to be honest)<br />
Q - Quiet Life or loud: currently? or desire? or hate?<br />
R - Religious affiliation: ha ha ha ah a  he he he hee hwoo. heh. yeah. hm. im good. *snort*<br />
S - Siblings: do half brothers count if they are a whole nine years older than you and live in another city?<br />
T - Time you wake up: when i tell myself to get up<br />
U - Unnatural hair colours you've worn: welllllll...i wont count wigs...soooo...none<br />
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: dammit, mushrooms are fungi. n/a<br />
W - Worst habit: being fully aware of my hypocritical tendencies<br />
X - X-rays you've had: don't know don't care. i only need one fertile egg<br />
Y - Yummy foods you make:  heh. creme brulle, cherries jubilee, angel food cake, orange cake, self saucing pudding, snickersnak cookies, tapioca, granola, huckleberry jam, fish stirfry, cheesecake, im makeing myself hungry...o yeah, everything from scratch! <br />
Z - Zodiac sign: arries and snake.<br />
<br />
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:<br />
1. CEC<br />
2. AJCBP<br />
3. Co Co Puff<br />
<br />
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:<br />
1. Buckle-down Winsoki<br />
2. Bob's your uncle<br />
3. see account<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:<br />
1. recieved a phone call from an ex-english teacher asking for a friends phone number (still traumatised, slowly recovering)<br />
2. been shat on by a parrot<br />
3. eaten chocolete<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:*<br />
1. strongheadedness and reluctance to give in (also somehting i dislike about myself)<br />
2. taste in friends<br />
3. subtely direct approach<br />
<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:<br />
1. see... ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>mi hermano</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2005 08:55:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ MY BROTHER MAY BE MORE HUMAN THAN HE WAS ON MY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY!!!!<br />
AND HE LET ME KNOW BEFORE ANY OF THE AUNTIES!<br />
OR MI MADRE!!<br />
OR MY C.O.U.S.I.N.!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
I CAN'T BELEIVE IT! AND I DIDN'T EVEN FLIP OUT!<br />
(well, when he was talking. im flipping out right now if you can't tell)<br />
THIS IS SOOO MADINGLY EXCITEING BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA *runs around in circles*<br />
*hits wall*<br />
...<br />
*keeps running in cirlces*<br />
YAOYAYOYAY!<br />
<br />
<br />
 he. i need to go eat breakfast, or go to the bathroom, im going to pee my pants.<br />
<br />
so undecided.<br />
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<br />
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<br />
o yes, an the "cony needs" is crap. im either a volleyboll player who shorthands her teemates, or a highschool in australia. ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>yuuuuumy</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 21:05:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mom FINALY made some apple sauce and its soooo cute! its a salmon beige color! (did i just call applesause cute?) well, that doesn't matter, because im just going to go into how beautifull and sexy a crepe is. so let me start from "salmon beige color!" its a salmon beige color and it is the tartest and sweetest most luxurios apple sauce that has ever drifted accross my pallet and slipped so silkily down my throat. tonight we feasted! we made crepes and had, for the first time in so long i can't remember, warm home mades crepes with warm homemade apple sauce. we were supposed to have this delicacy this morning, but unfortunately accademics and carreers ripped that dream to tattered remnants of a beautifull tapestry. it had been so long...and dinnner had already come and gone...but the eggs and milk and flour were voiceing their lustruouse wants, the stove was hot and panting, and the blender was silently vibrateing. such exquisite exstacy! how can one deny their tastebuds such pleasure? such elegance? the crepes, oo, the crepes, with their bellies fat with purried fruit, and their silky brown skins dusted with angelic white sugars, how can they be denied consumption?<br />
<br />
 seventeen super thin pankakes and jar of mashed up apples later, my stomach hurts. ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>almost missed august</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 10:46:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just felt you all needed to know that the varnish on my desk still tastes awfull, even when mixed with tea and creamer, and that a unicycles breaks don't work while going down Gharet. ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>Salt Lake City</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2005 20:54:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ must...go...to...bed...no...wait...shower...even...better...maybe...coldwater...sleep...shampoo...*slap*<br />
 hello everybody!!! its been a while, i think! brilliant news!!I CAN RIDE A UNICYCLE well, only when nobody is looking, but i did make it all the way around the block without cussing out a single rock!!! (we just won't mention the variose cracks and small children) i also managed to not kill us (mi madre y yo) whilst driveing down the highway with one leg out the window (this is when i admit beer has its uses, as mother was happily asleep next to me and had not the slightest clue). i am now about ready to accidentaly bash my head agains the wall to see if i can make it run faster than the computer right now, which seems to be moveing faster than any other computer i have ever been on, even though i know for a fact it took three minutes to load this page...that last sentence did not flow...at all...soo...anyway...i got my class schedules!!! i am about ready to puke, but i am also very excited (this is where cony starts to go red in the face and splutters a little with a seriose case of self inflicted embarassment, but carries on anyway, full-steem ahead) school is a month away!!! as if i didn't have enough of it last year!! ill go jump off a cliffe now since i can tell that everyone is looking at me in a stricken and disgusted way...o the glares...please spare me...even if i do deserve them...*cries* ok, the shower is realy necisary, the wind changed and im about ready to gag, so tah tah luvies!!! ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>what the hell!?!?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 17:07:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SSSSOOOOO CONFUSED!!!!!<br />
what the hell?! i don't understand!!!!! where the hell did this come from!?!?!? (breathing hard) <br />
SOME PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!!!!!<br />
whats going on?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>aquarium and police cars</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 19:13:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so learning to drive is great, especaily when you nearly run headlong into a police car while trying to make a left turn on possibly the most anoying bit of road way in missoula (the south hills. i won't say more). <br />
  that done, i also don't happen to have a learners permit (look cute and innocent and maybe he won't notice i nearly smashed him to peices) he, huh, don't know whatcha mean officer, ilegal?<br />
  added to that is incessent Aqua playing through my head. Docter Jones, calling Doctore Jones, wake up now!!!! good god. listening to one Aqua song is enough to put a person in strait jacket. so natrualy my mates and i decided to take one of their most repetative songs and make a music video of it. (look at me funny later) <br />
  they then happily leave me to edit the damn thing. <br />
<br />
 i whish to dround myself soon... ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>monthly update</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 15:09:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ since it seems i have been pretty  consistant with by-monthly journals, i  reckon its about time for the next one.  well, i do have some news<br />
  i have recently procured (or rather,  it was procured for me) a unicycle. it  is the most amazeing invention since  the wheel. it is teaching me many  lessons that i feel i must share with  the rest of the world, or atleast those  three or four people who bother to  follow what i am not doing online. <br />
<br />
lesson #1-mastery of the unicycle: i am  learning to ride half of a bike. <br />
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lesson #2-IQ: i am learning that the  beleife that human beings are more  witty and inteligent than inanimate  objects is complete rubbish.<br />
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lesson #3-pain tollerance: i am  learning that if the bruise is big  enough, blue enough, and green on the  edges, you realy can't feel it getting  hit over and over again with the same  sharp dense edge.<br />
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lesson #4-exceptions: however, number  three does not apply to a persons ass.  this remains tender and sore throughout  all stages of the bruises development<br />
<br />
lesson #5-clear the way: it is not a  good idea to allow the dog to sit on  the side walk where you are learning.  this is due to the fact the dog is lazy  and prone to letting people walk around  him instead of moveing, and you will be  so entirely engrossed with telling  which muscles to move and which ones to  stay still that you will have no space  left in your cranium for thoughts of  other living organisms.<br />
<br />
lesson #6-consequences: the result of  lesson number five is a bruised,  bloodied pile of growling, howling,  yelping, crying mass of hair, flesh and  tire. <br />
<br />
thankyou for reading in this months  list of things  you-should-aught-to-know-but-cony-appere ntly-missed-the-lesson. please stop in  somewhere in june for next months  update. ]]></description>
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                <title>nothing much</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 18:36:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just felt i needed to tell the world  that i am drinking hot cocoa, washing  gasoline and windex from my clotheing,  and only wearing a toga. o yes, and im  watching baby squirrels get stuck on  branches and get thouroughly confused  about where they are supposed to be and  can't find the nest again, that they  are screeming and screeming and im  about ready to find my slingshot. have  a pleasant day ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>lucy in the sky with diamonds</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2005 18:40:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok, so maybe it wasn't LSD, but my god  it was funny as hell. <br />
 so we have a new renter in our house,  this being the second day hes been with  us, and its the first time mom has ever  had a renter actualy in the house who  has not been some distant family  relattion. well, today the phone rings  at dinner time and it turns out it for  nate (not his real name) so i go and  knock on the bedroom door. wow, yeah,  fire is going in the fire place, but  that sure ain't pine smoke. <br />
"heh, yeah, nate, the phones for you" <br />
"phone? phone...wheres the phone?" <br />
"umm, right next to your nightstand  there nate..." <br />
*blink*<br />
 "o yes."<br />
 *blink* <br />
"well arn't you going to answer it  nate?" <br />
"answer?"<br />
"ill leave you to it then nate"<br />
 i walk back to dinner, and he follows  me (without the phone)<br />
mom looks up <br />
"o hi nate, we're just eating dinner  here" (hint hint hint)<br />
 "wow, that sure looks good," (swaying  on the spot) "but i got this phone call  that i got to answer, but after that  phone call, boy, that sure looks  good..." <br />
"why thankyou nate, better get back to  that phone call"<br />
"what?" long silence..."you know, if  anytime you want to play on my x-box,  you go right ahead, i just have it  plugged all on in down stairs. boy that  dinner looks good." <br />
"thanks for the offer nate, but right  now we just want to eat our dinner."<br />
(at this point Rick and myself are  trying with the upmost pain not laugh  outloud, even going so far as to eat  our dinner as fast as we can so that  our mouths are too full to give any  facial expression away)<br />
"umm yeah...wheres the phone again?"<br />
"by the nightstand nate, in your  bedroom"<br />
"riiiiiight. wheres my room again?"<br />
(i am now in physical pain, i don't  think my stomach can clench any harder,  and i accidentaly snorted grapfruit  juice out my nose)<br />
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 i am going to learn how to silence my  laughter very well in a short while,  and my mother is going to blow a  gasket. its all good ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>cause and effect</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2005 15:39:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well, first off, i would like to  appologise right now to anyone i was  recently commenting too, because i  noticed myself getting into a very  severly blunt and cruel system of  critiqueing. <br />
   i would also like to add that i am  in an extreeeeemly good mood to which i  cannot trace. just one of thos random  moments of gidddy happiness that seem  to touch down at random.<br />
  on a separate note entirely, i have  learned three things in the past half  hour that realy should not have been  learned. well, maybe they could have,  but i don;t think they would have been  learned if i was not in this stupor of  up-ed-ness. <br />
#1. the varnish on my table is  extreemely disgusting and tastes even  worse.<br />
#2. if you cannot pour milk into your  tea cup without spilling all over the  table, you could always suck it up into  your mouth from the creamer and spit it  back into the tea cup<br />
#3. you should never ever ever tell  your mother that the look of her food  reminds you of the kiwi main courses.  this is also coupled with: you should  never tell your mother further that the  taste/texture of her food reminds you  of kiwi main courses<br />
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now, would you like to learn the story  between these three revalations? and  their consequences?<br />
<br />
ok, so here goes:<br />
#1. you can actualy scrape the varnish  on my table off with your finger nail,  and unfortunately, it sticks under your  nail forever and no amount of scrubbing  or scrapeing can get it out. however,  if you take a toothpick, you can clear  the majority of it out. but natraly, i  do not throw the toothpick away. a few  minutes later, i get a corn husk from  my popcorn stuck in my tooth, so i grab  the nearest toothpick and try and coax  it out. the most disgusting flavour you  have ever known in your life is now  swirrling about in my mouth. so natraly  i gulp down my cup of tea to try and  make it go away, but that doesn't, so i  pour myself another cup, while trying  not to wretch all over my mothers  laptop. in my haste, i spill a bit of  tea on the desk, and since no napkins  are around, i decide to just slurp it  up (im sure those of you who know me  can picture this quite well, and those  of you who don't know me are going,  good lord!). well, as you can imagine,  that didn't taste all that well either,  have sat on the varnish. <br />
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#2. now with that whole previose  "event", i was drinking a leamon tea,  which does not require any milk/cream.  however, my next pot (did i mention i  am extreemely addicted to tea?) was a  black tea, which i will not handle  without milk. but we do not have a full  tea set (ok, so i just found our tea  pot and tea cups last friday, i was  sooo jazzed!), so there is no creamer.  but thats ok, ill just use a normal  cup. well, our normal cups are actualy  canning jars, and they are not meant  for small amounts of liquid to be  poured out them at a time. so now i  have milk all over my desk (thank god  my mother will not be reading this, or  else she would confinscate both the  computer and tea kettle). guess what i  do? yep, slurp it up. and just as im  doing, the little person inside my head  is screaming YOU IDIOT!! WHY O WHY DID  YOU DO THAT AGAIN>?!?!?!?  more  caughing, more spluttering, more  feeling like a stupid idiot. <br />
but now i am faced with a problem. i  can't get the milk into my tea! o no!  what am i ever going to do? well, take  a big mouthfull from the jar, and  slowly spit it back out into the tea  cup untill desired amount, and then  swallow the rest (well, i could gross  you out and say "spit the rest back  into the jar" but i won't. o wait, i  did. woops, my bad).<br />
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#3. now this one might need some  explaining. while off in enzed, my  mother and i became accustomed to a  whole nother breed of dineing. european  food. but not just any european food,  rural european food. and not just that,  New Zealand style european food whose  secret recipe has been passed down from  generation to generation over the  course of four hundred years, and has  not changed. in the slightest. and we,  the evil americans who tresspassed and  defiled their sacred land by  proclaiming that NOT ALL AMERICANS ARE  BRAINWASHED BIMBOS!!! have descovered  this secret recipe, and now i share it  with the world: peice of three day old  pastry roll. cut into its side, take  out inards and discard. take some  brown, salty glop that was once ground  beef (and more importantly, once  organic matter) and inject it into  hollowed roll. seel with salt paste and  call it a pie. now place on rack where  it can sit for four days matureing  while trying to convince customers  (well, no, the kiwis are already  convinced, so rather, Americans and  Asians) that is is a steak pie. (we  beleived it was their method of  strategicaly poisoning all foreign  peoples; as the kiwis have already  developed an imunity to it deadly  bodies; and take over the world since  they suffer from e... ]]></description>
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                <title>nothing in particular.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2005 17:56:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i jsut felt it was neccisary to let you  all know that i am trying to eat my  stew with my fingers. on my left hand.  and i can't feel the tips of them any  more because i think they have boiled  off. crap, there goes my thumb... ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>bob susan frank and george</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 11:24:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i have the feeling that this little  journal entery is actualy going to turn  into a rant to the extreeme, but as of  now its yet. and i also have the  feeling i should put in under as a  deviation becuase im in the mood for  writting and this is what i call brain  barf, wich is me just spilling out  everything that is happening in my head  at the moment and its realy hard to  spell things correctly in them, even  though i don't realy spell things  correctly, just like how i just hit the  backspace button about four times just  because i kept trying to spell "speel"  most anoying thing in the world, that  is the one typo that i do constanly and  can nver stop doing, just like how when  i write all of my "the" s look like a  strait line with a cross and loopde  loop on the end. rather pointless  realy, holly shit, how long was that  last sentence? ok, can't be bothered to  check. now what am i doing? im half  dressed wearing my new bathrobe and  being as lazy as i could possibly be at  the moment, fullfilling my full  potential of the moment., o wait, none  of you guys have read that particular  brain barf. funny that one, i did it on  thanks giving day in about an hour and  it just kept going and going and going,  and i mangad to encorperate writting,  painting, running a mile, philosophy  onthe point of exsistance and chickens.  no wait i think there was something  about a hammock too. ok, so have i been  writting for seven minutes now, seems  like a long time aye? i wonder how long  it takes to read this? i ahve no idea.  i ate practicaly all of the crapes this  morning, yummy. o well. mom made a huge  batch of them, and then forgot that she  was going out to lunch in an hour, so  it was just me and the cat at the table  this morning/breakfast/lunch. my god,  its already twelve thirty? how the hell  did that happen? ok, this is just a  brain barf, not even slightly  entertaining. imsorry. ill not do this  again, will i? ok, well, you see, i was  trying to keep it from getting too fr  into my thoughts at the moment, cus  well. idunno, im always afraid it will  strike the wrong cord with someone, if  they think it is directed towords  anyone, and to be honest, this sort of  thing isn't directed. at all. just  prevented. and i think ill do that more  often. o hey! i have another brain barf  somewhere on this computer that i never  finished!! i should go do that!!  course,. it won't quite be the same  since i wasn't sitting there writting  it, but hey, o well. it will have to be  part two of an almost seperate rant  spawning off the first,aye? ok, but now  honestly, ill stop writting and you can  stop reading, and actualy, i have the  feeling you all stopped reading along  time ago and its just a couple of you  hard outs who are waiting for me to say  something remotely entertaining, but  guess what.nope!!!! nothing going on  here!!! im just putting chracters onto  a page and letting you guys try and  decipher them!! im soo mean. i realy  honestly should stop. but im haveing  wayy to much fun just writting right  now, about nothing,. im getting sick of  writting aobut something. i send pages  and pages of e-mails with a subject of  everything that is happening in my life  to friends i find dear and close and  want to be with but can't and its  anoying, but it is just as anoying  haveing to tell them about me, because  i actualy quite hate that, as much as i  might seem to love it. but you see,its  just a subject i know well, and if any  of you have noticed, i like to talk  about subjects i know well, and debate  and descuss them and deffend or attack  them with passion. and i just happen to  be the most well known subject to me,  but im sick of talking about it. did  you get that? i think i restated myself  about nine times in the course of one  scentence. GOOD LORD!!! I HAVE BECOME  ANOTHER HEMMINGWAY!!! HEAVEN FORBID!!!  SOMEONE PLEASE SHOOT ME  BEFORE I KILL  MYSELF!!!o god. i realy should stop  now. ther was a point to that mini rant  that i had up there,but im afraid ill  have to go back and read it to find out  where i was origionaly going with it,  but since this is just a brain barf, it  doesn't matter because my mind has  moved on and i am moveing on with it. ]]></description>
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                <title>stupid@#%$#!&amp;computers!!!!!!!</title>
                <link>http://legamorf.deviantart.com/journal/4005428/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 18:00:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok, thats it. i hate this computer. it  refuses to display red. any shade,  tint, hue, etc. no red. zip, denadda.  my screen looks like a faded poster. ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>was realy realy realy realy confused</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2004 15:59:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok, well, aperently i had learned how  to post journal entries once, but then  forgot about it, and now i just spent a  good fifteen minutes going nearly  insane trying to figure out how to do  it again, and getting realy realy lost  and very much confused and little angry  with myself at having once figured it  out before and being stupid now. but  were good now seeing as i once again  figured it out. ho hum. and now that i  have i can<br />
t for the life of me remember what i  was even going to say, so, well.  prechaka, itll come to me later aye? ]]></description>
                <author>~legamorf</author>
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                <title>o god</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 04:25:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well, seeing as it is realy just five  fifteen in the morning, and i have been  up since four, and i realy cannot be  bothered to think coherently, i went  onto the computer. <br />
o hell, someone explain to me how that  was at all related or relavent. anyway,  im waiting for kirsten to show up at  any moment so we can go swim, and then  hang out for two hours at the  university trying not to fall asleep,  cuz if we do, there will be no wakeing  me. and then off to mun. good lord. if  i ever even begin to think about doing  this next year, someone please pull me  over to the side and realy give me a  talking to because I AM GOING OUT OF  MIND WITH SLEEP DEPRIVATION AND  BOREDOM!!!!!! wow, ok, you would think  kirsten would be here by now, she was  picking me up, aye?...o my. weeel, i  think ill just leave you lot to it, eh?  meh. kree-chetak kana.tutaknata-preto.  mmmmm, o crap, falling asleep here,  need tea, lots of tea, damn the whole  non cafinated chai, why the hell would  we buy decafinated chai? i don't even  want to read this. i have the feeling i  will squirm with guilt of having  actualy been the person who wrote it in  time to come. but seeeing as i will  continue to be in this dazed and jaded  state all of today, and perhaps most of  tommorrow morning, i think i should be  good, becuase by that time i can just  be like, well, yes, i temporarily  insane and therefor must be excused for  her, erm, well, instanity. ook, wel  kirstens here, gby ]]></description>
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