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                <title>And While I was sitting here...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 21:10:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My butt fell asleep...<br /><br />Anyway, TIME FOR A MEME!<br /><br />Write out the names of your characters and explain<br />1) how you thought of their name<br />2) what made you create the character in the first place<br />3) how the character has changed over time (if they have changed)<br />4) any random fun fact about that character<br /><br />Xigaria Muersha Carccelo<br /><br />1. Shortened to Xig or Xiggy. Liked Xigaria as a full name. I like to refer to my characters, as well as people I hold dearly by their whole names<br />2. Too much imagination and science fiction when I was eight<br />3. Hooooly shit. As a representative of her species, yeah. The whole bit changed. Someday I'll have to post it<br />4. Annoyingly flexible. Even for one of her kind<br /><br />Remyu Vuu<br /><br />1. Name originally came from a friend of mine. Shortened to Remii<br />2. Xigaria's friend/boyfriend from many many moons ago. His name was then Riyadh<br />3. No more dreads. His hair's straight now. And his stripes are gone.<br />4. Chain-smokes unfiltered handrolled Daea "cigarettes" containing a plant that gives the user a sense of relaxation and clarity. Helps speed up thought processes. It is addictive like nicotine.<br /><br />Hulio Gierroh<br /><br />1. Twist on a friend's name.<br />2. Had an idea...<br />3. She became mute, a veritable genius, possessing of latent psychic powers, and completely unable to bear physical contact from anyone save Xigaria<br />4. Shares a telepathic link with Xigaria. Also constantly wears gloves to avoid "seeing into" things<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>mah baby</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 16:22:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ his name is Oscar Edward Wilde and he's the cutest little guy to ever walk the face of the earth. <br /><br />:thumb49767879:<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>grrgk</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 08:41:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I need to post some new crap. It's time.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Police</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 09:02:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Holy shit, I am so pissed off right now. <br /><br />Last night, I went on my first movie date, courtesy a la Shawn. Caught the 10 PM showing of Benjamin Button, and as a result, were not out of the theatre until late. The whole evening was swell, except for the part, where, as he was in the process of dropping me off (it's a very long process you see, as we tend to chat for a while before getting out of the car) somebody called the cops on us for "suspicious activity, possibly robbery". <br /><br />We knew there was something strange when the cop car pulled by, shined the flash light into the passenger's seat window (and into my face) and then proceeded to search the next couple of cars. Another cop car pulled by, and this time stopped next to us. Actually, they were more like cop SUV's and there were three of them total. The guy stuck his head into Shawn's window and asked if we had any weapons like guns, bombs, etc. and if we were planning on committing a robbery. On my house. Like there's anything in it really worth stealing. Okay, my computer, and maybe my dad's Oxycontin. But that's about it. <br /><br />It would've been okay if he'd left us alone after we said no, and that that we were just chilling out after a date, but NOOOOOOO, the fucking guy HAD to ask me for ID. He just HAD to ask. The whole time he was giving poor Shawn (he's only 20, mind you) the evil eye and saying "I just want to make sure she's 18."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Down time</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 08:47:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ finally.<br /><br />I promise I'll put up some new stuff soon. <br />I just need to sleep first.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Now that was interesting</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 15:31:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Found out the hard way that maybe I should stop forgetting to eat. After passing out and hitting my head on the wall at work, and one minor concussion, a trip to the emergency room and an entire day wasted in the waiting room of a worker's comp clinic later, I noticed that getting hurt on the job is WAAAAAY more trouble than just a couple of days off is worth. And for some reason, it really puts me in the mood for mass genocide and egg rolls. <br /><br />Now, to get back to work on that narrative sculpture project. OH BOY...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>YESSSSSSSSSSS</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 19:57:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My crowning achievement, the glorious mufflamp, is now completed. The best part-- it actually friggin works. And it's so badass.  I think I got a bit carried away for found object design. I feel so strange presenting my work to my class. I feel like I'm the only one who gets ridiculously excited about my projects. I put around fifteen hours worth of work into the lamp and it makes me so happy that I find myself walking past it (it's in the dining room/dad's shop) and giggling a little. The only problem with it is that it's really, really heavy, being that it's made completely of metal, and a tire. <br /><br />I promise I'll upload some pictures of it soon. I just have to set up a space to photograph it nicely.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Fucking Sad</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 22:44:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My fish committed suicide. He drowned himself. I just came home, and was all ready to feed him when I noticed that he wasn't in his bowl. Which puzzled me. Greatly. Found him a few minutes later on the floor.  Already dead. <br /><br />RIP Juan-Alejandro Azul<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>JUUUNNNKKKKK</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 19:06:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'M MAKIN A LAMP! OUT OF A FUCKIN MUFFLER1!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>APPARENTLY</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 17:22:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I taste like a salmon roll....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I DID IT!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 08:02:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I came. I drove. I conquered. EAT THAT YOU MANUAL SHIFTING GLORIFIED GO-KART!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>yay..............</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 12:24:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I get to learn how to drive stick by monday!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>oops.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 19:45:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I crashed my car. Got into a serious fender-bender with my mom's evil driveway at three in the morning on Saturday coming home from <a href="http://boywithoutaface.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/o/boywithoutaface.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconboywithoutaface:" title="boywithoutaface"/></a> 's house. Fortunately, there was no serious structural damage. Oh yeah, and also repairs for the serious hole that just got ripped out of my bank account. Until my baby can come home from the hospital, I'm stuck driving the lesbo-tank with the warning "IF YOU CRASH MY CAR, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU." attached to it. I love my mom so much. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/love.gif" width="23" height="16" alt=":love:" title="Love" /><br /><br />And on that note, duckie needs zzz's.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Weekend from hell</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 08:44:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Is finally over. Thank god. Worked all day Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Wouldn't've been so bad, except that I got called in two and a half hours early on Sunday. Nine hours of Target makes you really hate people. <br /><br />Anyway, I woke up this morning with a serious caffeine hang-over from running on nothing but coffee for three straight days.<br /><br />I'm feeling the need for some serious z's.<br /><br />Nightey.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>HEAD FOR THE HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLS!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 17:47:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I learned how to use a MIG welder today. Heeeeee...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Holy Crap</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 11:25:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have art homework already. First day of 2-D design and a big fat pile of things to go and get (and I mean BIG) and a still life to create in seven days. This certainly warrants a big time trip to the Blick store in philly, and possibly the purchase of a new messenger bag from my lovely workplace Target in order to carry all this new shit in.<br /><br />My wallet hurts.<br /><br />First, and $84 USED textbook, and now this.<br /><br />Thank god I got a job...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Acrylapaloooza</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 09:19:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Upon the completion of Rocko Socko, I was struck with the strange desire to paint some more. Yes, I know, it's weird. It doesn't help that my dad just bought me a crapload of new acrylics that just so happened to be on sale at the DickBlick store near where he works. So with school starting basically tomorrow, I have decided (in the usual Spratty-duck fashion) to start painting a self-portrait. Hopefully, It won't turn out too badly...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>why the hell not...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 07:57:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Info<br />[x] I am shorter than 5'4.<br />[]I think I'm ugly<br />[x]I tan easily. (Im a bronze, god!)<br />[]I wish my hair was a different color.<br />[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.<br />[]I have a tattoo.<br />[]I am self-conscious about my appearance.<br />[]I have/I've had braces.<br />[x]I wear glasses. :3<br />[]I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. <br />[x]I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.<br />[x]I have more than 2 piercings.<br />[]I have piercing in places besides my ears.<br />[]I have freckles.<br /><br />Family/Home Life<br />[x]I've sworn at my parents.<br />[]I've run away from home.<br />[]I've been kicked out of the house.<br />[] My biological parents are together.<br />[] I have a sibling less than one year old.<br />[] I want to have kids someday. <br />[] I've lost a child.<br /><br />School/Work<br />[x] I'm in school.<br />[x]I have a job.<br />[x]I've fallen asleep at work/school.<br />[x]I almost always do my homework.<br />[x]I've missed a week or more of school.<br />[x] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years.<br />[] I failed more than 1 class last year.<br />[]I've stolen something from my job.<br />[] I've been fired.<br /><br />Embarrassment<br />[x] I've slipped out an "lol" in a spoken conversation. (lawl)<br />[]Disney movies still make me cry. <br />[x]I've peed from laughing. (a little...)<br />[]I've snorted while laughing.<br />[x]I've laughed so hard I've cried.<br />[x] I've glued my hand to something.<br />[x] I've had my pants rip in public. (at the bottom, lolz)<br /><br />Health<br />[x] I was born with a disease/impairment. (asthma???)<br />[]I've gotten stitches/staples.<br />[x]I've broken a bone<br />[] I've had my tonsils removed.<br />[x]I've sat in a doctorÂs office/emergency room. <br />[x]I've had my wisdom teeth removed.<br />[]I had a serious surgery.<br />[x]I've had chicken pox.<br />[]I've had measles<br /><br />Traveling<br />[X]I've driven over 200 miles in one day.<br />[x]I've been on a plane.<br />[x]I've been to Canada.<br />[x]I've been to Mexico<br />[]I've been to Niagara Falls.<br />[] I've been to Japan<br />[]I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.<br />[] I've been to Europe.<br />[]I've been to Africa.<br /><br /><br /><br />Experiences<br />[]I've gotten lost in my city. (Don't get lost, just sidetracked)<br />[x]I've seen a shooting star.<br />[x]I've wished on a shooting star<br />[x]I've seen a meteor shower.<br />[<]I've gone out in public in my pajamas. (Does going to get the mail/dance in a thunderstorm count?)<br />[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.<br />[x]I've kicked a guy where it hurts. <br />[x]I've been to a casino.<br />[] I've been skydiving.<br />[x]I've gone skinny dipping.<br />[x] I've played spin the bottle. <br />[] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.<br />[>]I've crashed a car. (been in a car while someone ELSE crashed it)<br />[x] I've been Skiing.<br />[] I've been in a play.<br />[] I've met someone in person from myspace.<br />[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.<br />[] I've seen the Northern lights.<br />[] I've sat on a roof top at night.<br />[x] I've played chicken.<br />[x]I've played a prank on someone.<br />[x]I've ridden in a taxi.<br />[x] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.<br />[x]I've eaten sushi.<br />[]I've been snowboarding.<br /><br />Relationships<br />[x] I'm single<br />[]I'm in a relationship ( Facebook says so!)<br />[] I'm engaged.<br />[]I'm married.<br />[] I've gone on a blind date.<br />[x] I miss someone right now.<br />[]I have a fear of abandonment.<br />[]I've gotten divorced.<br />[xxxxxxx] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.<br />[>]I've told someone I loved them when I didn't. (He told me the same thing...) <br />[] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.<br />[x]I've kept something from a past relationship.<br />[]I've had a crush on someone of the same sex. <br />[] I've had a crush on a teacher. <br />[>]I am a cuddler. (depends on location/person/people involved)<br />[]I've been kissed in the rain.<br />[x]I've hugged a stranger.<br />[] I have kissed a stranger.<br /><br />Honesty/Crime<br />[]I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.<br />[x]I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.<br />[x]I've snuck out of my house. (To take photos in the sunrise... I'm a dork)<br />[]I have lied to my parents about where I am.<br />[?]I am keeping a secret from the world. <br />[x]I've cheated while playing a game.<br />[x]I've cheated on a test.<br />[x]I've run a red light.<br />[]I've been suspended from school.<br />[]I've witnessed a crime.<br />[]I've been in a fist fight. <br />[]I've been arrested.<br /><br />Drugs/Alcohol<br />[x]I've consumed alcohol.<br />[]I regularly drink.<br />[]I've passed out from drinking.<br />[]I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months... ]]></description>
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                <title>Step Four???</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:57:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Looks like I got a job now. Target ain't bad. I get to start next tuesday with Orientation. Now I have to go and invest in some more red shirts and khaki pants....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Step Three</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:04:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Surprisingly Target called me! <br /><br />I have an interview there tomorrow. If all goes well, I'll be employed again by the end of the week. Wish me luck!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Step two</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 07:03:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Now that i've unpacked...<br /><br />i need to find a job. yay. wow. feh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>BOXES!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 18:42:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I actually need to finish unpacking. I would've done it earlier but I got caught up scrubbing the floor and the front of the sink. It's probably the first time they've been cleaned in ten years. Really, it was ten years since my grandmother died, and she was the last one to clean them.<br /><br />Need to get back to work.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>It's Official</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 06:23:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm moving up to my dad's house on Friday. A good deal of my smaller things are already up there in boxes. The room/studio's finished, and now I just need to take a trip up there in order to clean it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Migraines, Migraines,Migraines</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 07:40:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Good news: I passed my driver's exam and am now a licensed driver. The official driver's license should arrive in the mail sometime in the next two weeks. <br /><br />Bad news: for some reason in the past two days I have been attacked by the migraine monster. Yesterday I was left a sleeping puddle of odd side effects by the medicine the momster gave to me to treat it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ulcers, ulcers, ulcers</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 07:25:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Taking my driver's exam today.<br />Wish me luck.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>loveeeee</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 20:33:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think I'm officially in love with steam punk.<br /><br />BEWARE THE COGS! AND BRASS GOGGLES! AND OTHER WEIRD SHIT!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Insomniac Land!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 06:54:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Finished spiffing up room/studio at my dad's. The only thing missing is the moulding, and he says that he can't afford it right now. He's insisting that I move in without it because he's well, strange. <br /><br />Anyway, I've been playing with the wacom tablet, and the new pump pen he gave me, making it impossible for me to sleep knowing that there's so much drawing to be done. <br /><br />My mom's also commissioned me to paint a pair of shoes she bought. My stepmom must have given her one priceless look because it's a pair of black chucks.<br /><br />I think I need some more coffee.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>New Sh!t</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:26:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SO, I need to get some new shit up. <br /><br />The old shit is getting, well, old. And with my new scanner and stuffs (i'm kind of afraid to elaborate, fearing that it is a bit lavish for my taste, and made me cry when I opened the box) it should be fairly easy to update more often.<br /><br />Maybe I can get some of my crappy comics up... finally.<br /><br />Maybe I can start getting some of my half-finished line drawings actually colored. <br /><br />Maybe I can upload some of the spiffy photos I took on sr. week, with the old camera.<br /><br />Maybe I can upload some of the spiffy photos I took on my baby, er, the new camera.<br /><br />I just finished my last week of work (heh, I quit my job... foolish me) and actually get some stuff done.<br /><br />Such as... fixing my room/studio at my dad's place. Getting around to  buying those new boots. Actually taking my driver's test. Getting my shit together for college. Installing new software on my lavish thing that made me cry (mixed tears of gratitude, and strange white liberal guilt, as my dad calls it)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>LEMON PARTY!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:50:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've just returned from the fantastic world of idiot fest 2008, otherwise known as the senior week of the globbies. <br /><br />Who knew bellybuttons were so much fun?<br /><br />Anyway, on a less bizzare note, for my graduation, my mother and step mother decided to shower me with gifts, despite my avid protestations that they were doing to much, going out of their way, being entirely too nice, et cetera. That was right as I was opening the packages, you see. The large box turned out to reveal a rather beautiful dslr camera. I sat and stared at it in complete awe for about thirty minutes. I was afraid to breathe. In fact, these two idiots, <a href="http://boywithoutaface.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/o/boywithoutaface.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconboywithoutaface:" title="boywithoutaface"/></a> and <a href="http://a-smile-a-day.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/_/a-smile-a-day.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":icona-smile-a-day:" title="a-smile-a-day"/></a> who happened to be there had to remind me to periodically, lest I suffocate. <br /><br />Now, all I need to do is figure out how the damn thing works and I'll be set.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Righteousness</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 08:25:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Done<br />Finished<br />High School, forever...<br />Now, ART COLLEGE, HERE I COME!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Pphleh</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:46:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I<br />CAN'T<br />WAIT<br />TO<br />FUCKING<br />LEAVE!<br /><br />the idea of finally being able to leave high school once and for all makes me so incredibly relieved.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh my God</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 14:30:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My brother's trying to play the intro to Crazy Train on his new electric guitar. Makes me want to cry just a little bit...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Trapped on a Carousel of Time</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 06:33:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So finally the year comes to a close. And instead of answers to all the questions that I had, I only ended up with more questions to ask. Instead of findind the closure I've been fumbling for, I only ended up with the same sense of emptiness, though now muted. <br /><br />At least I find the void in my self filling up slowly like the gaps where my wisdom teeth once were. It's nice to not have food and other stuff caught in those holes anymore. <br /><br />The seasons have passed by in this strange circle with such surprising speed and slowness. It only goes to tell me that it never really ends. That I'll always miss you. That I'm tired of holding it all in.<br /><br />So on that note, I bid the shortes LoOONG-ass year of my life good bye.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Concentration... cause I'm that Ghetto...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 17:06:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've come up with a list of twelve pieces focused on aliens to get finished by the time I start at Bucks. Not necessarily my aliens, but definately including them. I hope that, maybe, if I practice, they might start actually looking good, rather than crappy. <br /><br />So far, I have finished two. I start at Bucks some time in August. Wish me luck!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I've decided...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:18:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... officially to join the rest of the world in saying I HATE MY JOB. First they want me to practically hand back my paycheck for the "dress to sell" dress codes. Schedules stop being put up on thursday and move to saturday, so I don't know if I'm working Sunday until the day before, and finally, give me the biggest load of shit ever for calling out sick. JUST FOR CALLING OUT SICK. WHAT THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? COME IN AND PUKE ON THE SHIRT TABLES?!<br /><br />Really, I think I'd rather not.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>w00t!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 08:48:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sent my crap in for camp Swatara! In the mail today! w00t!<br /><br />:woot:<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dead Stuff...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 18:17:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My room is freezing cold because I can't close the window without being choked by the wonderous smell of decay. Yes, there is a dead thing in the crawl space beneath my room, and it is making the whole thing stink like rotting flesh... if I close the door. <br /><br />Anyway, on a lighter note... THE MARKERS CAME IN TEH MAIL TODAY!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!! MARKERS! WHOOOOOOOO!<br /><br />So now you'll have to excuse me while I go color stuff with markery goodness and try not to shiver too hard.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>www.dickblick.com</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 08:06:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Is the best friggin website to buy art supplies on. I saved like, 60 bucks on a bunch of Prismacolor markers that I just bought... for 29 different colors, plus a marker blender, and shipping and handling the total came to $67. I cringed and my bank account cried a little, but when compared to prices in art stores and on other websites, I made out like a fucking bandit. <br /><br />Artists are not poor because they don't make money. Artists are poor because art supplies are FUCKING EXPENSIVE.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>MEH</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 18:28:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Trying to not suck is really hard. Must draw more, if possible.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Hair no more...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 08:01:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The hair... in all it's lucious glory that once fell nearly to my waist is now sitting on my desk next to a pile of paintbrushes. I cut it. Who knew a Victoria Beckham bob would look good on my head? I feel so incredibly scene right now that it hurts just a little.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Finished at last!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 18:15:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Finally, a decent sunny morning for me to venture outside and finish my industrial park photoshoot. Yes, I climbed out the window so I wouldn't wake my mom around seven in the morning so I could take pictures. I climbed back in that same way. It was cold as, well pretty cold. But at least I got the shots... at least I have something to look forwards to besides Swatara.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Cameras and jawn</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 07:56:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Surfing the world of photography, I noticed a lot of people have switched from the traditional slr to the digital slr. I have a great question: AM I THE ONLY ONE TO STILL USE FILM?!<br /><br />Digital: the reason the polaroid is going extinct.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>But, but, I DON'T WANNA SELL OUT YET!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 18:19:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My mom got the idea in her head to set up a website where she can sell her needle crafts. She likes to knit and sew and stuff and can seriously make one mean quilt. I'm not gonna lie, the woman it talented. <br /><br />And, okay, I'll admit it. I like to make stuff, too. I  made a bunch of custom hats for all of my friends this christmas, I've made a few messenger bags with hand-cut stencils and graphics and stuff, and like every other artist out there, I've mutilated a pair of All-Stars to my liking. <br /><br />I have no problem with her selling her stuff. If it means we can pay the mortgage off a little easier, then hot dog! let's do it! But I never wanted to sell my stuff. I gave her one scarf to add to her collection that she plans on selling at the next local craft fair, and she all of a sudden assumes that I want in on it, too. <br /><br />She put me up as the "artist" behind the crafts on the website. Messenger bags was one thing. I don't mind cutting out stencils and stuff for a bag every once in a while. But what really makes me uneasy is that she put the all-stars up too. So now, apparently, I make custom all-stars...<br /><br />I feel like screaming, "Let me learn how to refine my craft first! I'm not good enough to sell out yet!"<br /><br />Hell, I can't even use and air brush... sigh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>favorite things..</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 18:06:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For some strange reason, I like to draw portraits. Just black and white for now, graphite pencils, a tortillion, possibly and eraser. There's something very calming about putting the pencil on the page and reproducing someone's face upon it. Faces are wonderful things. <br /><br />Another strange thing...<br />I like to take pictures. I have an old-school from-the-<br />80s found-it-in-a-box-in-my-basement 35mm slr camera. At first, I had no idea how to use it, and as a result, the first roll of pictures I took, for the most part turned out horrendous. The second ones didn't turn out at all because I accidentally opened up the camera while the film was still un rolled inside. But now, I think I'm finally getting the hang of it. Anyway, to the point. I don't want to go to school for photography. I want to go to school for illustration...<br /><br />The end result... illustrate for food, photograph to fulfill my soul.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Why are the teeth Wise?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 13:39:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Routine wisdom tooth extraction has left me in a somewhat comatose state. I swear, the worst part is not the sleeping, or the soft food, or even the nagging pain that only subsides when a nice coating of perkaset is sprinkled on top. No, it's much worse. It's the fact that in my twilight state of conciousness, my unconcious and my concious minds make a rare contact, and the interplay of images and ideas is simply wonderful. So many good ideas came and were lost during those hours. As I laid there, and stared at the wall, and all the marvelous colors it was turning, I thought, "Dude, that would be so cool to draw," and then, I realized in my drug-induced state that I had no useable hands. Instead, at the ends of my arms were these heavy lumps of flesh that shook back and forth and could barely even come to grips around a pencil. So saddening. On the bright side, the doctor let me keep the teeth!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Photoshop Eats Lives</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 12:52:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have discovered this wonderful program, and it makes the tweaking of photos incredibly fun. It was like one second, it was ten in the morning, I had just finished painting for the day, and I was just logging on to do "a little tweaking" and the next second, it was twelve hours later. Freaky it is, looking up from your computer screen only to realize the sun is gone, and your stomach is growling furiously from the neglect...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>AAARRHG!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 09:44:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ AAAARRRRGGH! Scanner ruins the colors of EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>HOT PETUNIAS!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 12:26:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dog tired. Is there a such thing? I think I could transform into a dog. Anyway, the pure insanity of the past five days is eating me alive, and my cells, dangerously short on ATP are protesting to my continuing conciousness. OH THE JOY OF SLEEP DEPRIVATION!<br />
<br />
This tends to happen to me alot. Either I do nothing but sleep and nearly completely reside in the land of Nod, or I am somewhat insomnic. I feel insomnic. Tired, but with too much to do. Such as find a scanner. My horrid lack of scanner is preventing me from putting up some interesting pieces. Yes, I actually have INTERESTING stuff. No, I didn't know it was possible. And I bet you didn't either. <br />
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Now, to find scanner. Over and out.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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