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  <title>pink tofu:randomness</title>
  <subtitle>the bloggage of one hippie psycho angel child</subtitle>
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    <name>dorayaki3</name>
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  <updated>2005-10-18T00:40:04Z</updated>
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    <title>dorayaki3 @ 2005-10-17T19:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-18T00:40:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-18T00:40:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't think anyone here remembers me, but in case you do I'm &lt;a href="http://flyingcupcakes.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; now. Huggles.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorayaki3:7571</id>
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    <title>3, 2, 1...</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T11:35:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T11:35:01Z</updated>
    <category term="bolivia"/>
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    <content type="html">Go. Today I leave. I go to work-out, come home and eat, pack my mini-pack, go to work, drive to the airport, get on a plane, and go...to Bolivia. I'm on a mother-daughter missions trip from our church. I told a bunch of people but most forgot, except Megan. Lovely Megs never forgets about me. She phoned me last night and we talked for a good 40 minutes or so, it was so wonderful. I'm getting really sad and PMS-like now, I don't understand it. Mom will be right there, and so many other nice people. We'll be in a safe warm home with a nice family, good food and a shower. The political unrest has settled and there are no more rioters in the streets. I don't know why I'm so scared. Okay, I do. And it's so selfish. I'm scared of not getting what I want. I'm scared of not getting to stop when I want go when I want eat when I want sleep as much as I want curl up in a ball and listen to my music as much as I want. I like things the way I want. I like knowing that spur of the moment I can do what I want, i.e. make banana-nut pudding and sit in front of the TV watching Samurai Champloo. I'm going to miss my brother. He and I really understand each other now like friends instead of just siblings. I'm sad, so sad. I've been reading all this stuff and I really, really want to be a raw-foodie (foodist) but I can't try it now (it Bolivia it'll be mostly meat and potatoes, and cheese gives me tummy-aches) but it's not like my parents would let me, anyway. I don't know. I just needed to rant. I'm really so very, very glad I'm going though. That's the truth. But I don't need to worry about what I can and can't do, Jesus will do what needs to be done through me. I will be capable because of Him, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me love.</content>
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    <title>Shower me wih your...</title>
    <published>2005-06-28T14:17:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-28T14:17:18Z</updated>
    <category term="batman"/>
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    <lj:music>The Afters - Someday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lOvE.&lt;br /&gt;It's been wayyyy too long since I posted here. A lot of stuffs has happened, so we'll start from the begining? Or maybe, we'll just start with most important.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning at approximately 2:25 PM, I was baptized, with my brother, in the Willow Creek. For thsoe of you who know of Willow Creek comunity church, you cna vouch for its rockin'-ness, and if you DON'T then you MUST go &lt;a href="http://www.willowcreek.org" target="new"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Just check it out. Anyway, it was the most amazing thing I can imagine. Being baptized isn't acepting the Lord, it's proclaiming that you have done so and want to make a formal statement. Being dunked in the river is just a plus. XD&lt;br /&gt;I saw Batman Begins which &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; have been a wonderful movie, but was not. I would like to see Crash maybe, and I CANNOT WAIT for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ::dies:: It comes out while I'm in Bolivia (Mother/Daughter Missions Trip) Two weeks until I go!&lt;br /&gt;I've restarted going to the WSC and working with weights and machines. I think that having more muscle will give me a healthier body and more the look I'm going for &amp;gt;&amp;gt;stomach&amp;lt;&amp;lt; Because contrary to all the eating disorder communities on here (there's TONS! It's awful) that's not going to give you a flat stomach, until you die. Besides, more muscle and less fat means your body has a healthier and faster metabolism. Whatever, I won't preach in here I'm just excited. But I've started a higher protein diet which is kind of hard sometimes, especially since I can't cook...I &amp;lt;3 Tuna.&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: I can't think right now and it's really hot. Oh yeah, I got yelled at yesterday because Colt had a headache and I was "unsympathetic". I was also a "bitch" but we're going to try to forget about that to spare future counciling sessions about my childhood. 'Night all.</content>
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    <title>Work...</title>
    <published>2005-06-09T19:39:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-09T19:39:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rocks. Sucks. Is fun. Is tiring. Is demanding. Is slow. Is busy. Gives money. Makes me tired. Makes me stressed. Makes me laugh. Is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: First day working at Subway. Only three hours and I'm wiped, what a wuss. Rejuvination comes in Teddy Grahams. ::dies:: More later. After sleep.</content>
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    <title>Mmm...butter</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T14:04:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T14:04:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ready, Steady, Go - Laruku</lj:music>
    <content type="html">::happy dance:: I just had apples and nut butter for breakfast. That's right, nut butter. Not &lt;b&gt;pea&lt;/b&gt;nut butter but &lt;b&gt;sunflower&lt;/b&gt;nut butter. And it was good. Plus I just saw last night's epi of Full Metal Alchemist, thank heaven for TiVO, and it's my new obcession of dubbed anime. I normally can't stand dubbed, but I'm getting used to it. Oh, and anxiously awaiting the next Samurai Shianpuru (Champloo for you Americans XD like me) because it --wait, I guess this is my favorite. ::shrugs:: Adult Swim does an awesome job! Speaking of which, I have job training at Subway at 10:00. I was nervous for some reason last night, but now I'm not. Just excited. I think I'll hang out on Neopets until then. Doot doot.</content>
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    <title>Muchas Grande ah...Funnas?</title>
    <published>2005-06-06T15:50:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-06T15:50:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Three Days Later - FM Static</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(Sum to total of my Spanish in title)&lt;br /&gt;I have to post about how much fun my first days of summer were, and make all of you jealous XD&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the best, Celia and Kira and I are the people who can't sit in our seats! We went to Starbucks, then decided to go to the mall. We met up and went to Too Cool(the anime store), Walden Books, Hot Topic (goth kids store!! j/k) JC Penny, and...somewhere else? Oh, we got tea at the food court. I got/recieved/purchased:&lt;br /&gt;Pocky Reverse (omfg the rockin--ness!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty doll&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty drink cup&lt;br /&gt;Eerie Queerie! vol. 1 (a.k.a. Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;Kana de Manga&lt;br /&gt;White pants (for work)&lt;br /&gt;Brown cargo pants (for no reason)&lt;br /&gt;Arizona green tea ::drool::&lt;br /&gt;Then after Mom and I practice-packed for Bolivia, I got to help dad grill for dinner. I love the way grills smell, it's so cool! Then Colt and I wen t on a really long walk to McDonalds to get pop. It rocked. This morning I met the lunch crew (Joey, Jeff, Megs) for breakfast @ &lt;a href="http://www.the-nest-cafe.com" target="new"&gt;The Nest Cafe&lt;/a&gt;! We pretended we were at school XD Now Mom's leaving for the dentist and I'm planning my next walk. If I get up to The White Hen I'll get a Diet Coke Slurpee ::drools more::</content>
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    <title>dorayaki3 @ 2005-06-02T13:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T18:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T18:54:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Beatles - Come Together</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There is no longer anything to do online.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it used to be an endless portal, now it seems &lt;i&gt;reeeeeally&lt;/i&gt; empty. I just got home after 1st day of finals (not counting the Gym final yesterday, which was sitting, sitting, and more sitting). Today was Math and Science, my least favorite subjects. Luckily we had no History final and watched The Emporer's Club which is A GREAT MOVIE! Everybody ought to see it. I ate a Tom Tom Tamale when I got home, which was sooo good, except I good it wrong XD it's supposed to stay in the wrapper. ::shrug:: I'm SO friggin' ecstatic that tommorow is the last day! And I have a JOB (calling for details tonight)! Lots to be joyful about ^________^ Not to mention that Tuesdays 5-ish lb. weight gain is decreasing...slowly...with much hard work. T___T Why do asian people eat whatever they want and not get fat? I'm sorry, that's mean and racist, it just &lt;b&gt;seems&lt;/b&gt; true. I bet they just walk more. Speaking of which, I'm avoiding going down on the treadmill but I really should. I was too tired to get up early this morning, and my mom's always pissed if I ask her to wake me up. ::sigh:: Maybe when I start bringing in money I'll earn some respect.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (XD) Has anyone seen the old Pepsi One commecial where the can keeps slidding away? Well it's actually REALLY HEAVY on the stomache. It's like drinking rocks. Okay, buhbai</content>
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    <title>Because I am.</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T23:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-31T23:24:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alice Deejay - Better Off Alone</lj:music>
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    <title>Opposite Day</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T21:01:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-26T21:01:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wo Qui Non Coin - Cowboy Bebop</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What the fsuirujfshidzel is going on? The happenings of the last two days are so wierd it amazes me. I'm over the emotion of it so I can basically summarize it as though I were watching TV. Skip if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Person A told me they...had feelings for me (ya know kids, that means "likes-me-likes-me") which was completely unexpected. No one has dated me since...OK never mind. Unfortunately I have no such feelings for Person A (at all). It should have ended there, unfortunately Person A told Person B (my bestest friend), no problem right? Except he also told Person C (her almost-boyfriend and my close friend) and Person D (someone I've known forever, care very much about, and shouldn't be involved). Person D is so sweet and naive I really can't imagine him involved in this, so I just pretend he's not. Persons B, C, and D are now holding secret meetings because Person A is an emotional wreck and "doesn't think he'll make it through alone" x__X good Lord. I do not have this effect on people. That's why I'm letting them handle it and pretending to watch TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Celia &amp; I might just go to the June Con! @___@ I &amp;lt;3 My Mommy. My harp recital with my teacher is tonight, no big, just one sonatina movement. Our science group has to finish tommorow because our stupid laptop broke. Anthony won't leave me alone T__T I'm gaining weight for no apparent reason T__T I have weird meat cravings a lot, I know it's because I'm not eating enough protein-filled things, so we're gonna up that. Mmm cheese XD Gross question: Has anybody else ever had a yeast infection? X__x nasty. Tommorow is a half-day (REJOICE) so Joey and the posse are going to Episode III (I already saw once) and then I'm sleeping over at Megs and studying for my math final (so I don't fail please God) and...that's all. Oh, we had a meeting for the Bolivia Mother-Daughter Missions Trip last night, and I'm so excited now! I know it'll be hard, but I can't wait to give candy to all the little children and bathe the babies! ^_____^ happiness.</content>
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    <title>Going, going...</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T04:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T02:20:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Green Day - Platypus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/shortcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I ate. And it was damn tasty XD strawberry shortcake isn't just a cartoon character kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/paolo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo's face when he got there. Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/russell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Rooooooosel! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/paolo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/paolo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/meg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duhrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/meg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megs looking cute with her ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/meg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/liz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/jules1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah-DAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/kiersten1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiersten is teh cuteness (oups, I used "teh", I don't think that's allowed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/jules2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDXDXDXDXDXD EAT THAT JEWELS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/group4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/group3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/emma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/chess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/brandon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fux0r! Brandon's preggos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/brandon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/brandon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/balloon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up the whole effing party right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/paolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; sums up Paolo. The sweetest damn kid in the universe T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/balloon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all hate being alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mitzee/" target="new"&gt;Mitzee the camera goddess&lt;/a&gt; showed me a cool PSP trick; Bad News, I still can't use a fricking camera XD I suck. But tonight rocked. (Until I almost puked from whipping cream overdose XP but it was awesome. The best of luck to Paolo and fam in Cali, we &amp;lt;3 youuuuuuu!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorayaki3:5347</id>
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    <title>dorayaki3 @ 2005-05-18T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T00:12:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T00:23:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No Doubt - Don't Speak (Techno Remix)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1115499113_A_love.JPG" border="0" alt="Love"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You need love.&lt;br&gt;You are a pretty normal, well-rounded person&lt;br&gt;that just craves that fairy tale love where you&lt;br&gt;will be swept off your feet and live happily&lt;br&gt;ever after. Chances are that you fantasize or&lt;br&gt;dream about it so much that you either see all&lt;br&gt;the guys/girls as unromantic or you tell&lt;br&gt;yourself that anyone could be your soulmate.&lt;br&gt;You long to have someone by your side and you&lt;br&gt;want to give back on the romance part too, not&lt;br&gt;just give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Do%20You%20Need%20in%20Your%20Life%3F%20%5Bdark%20pics%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Do You Need in Your Life? [dark pics]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fux0r. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;{EDIT}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone can just LAUGH at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1102620340_ladrugsxtc.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x895a92c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Ecstasy (aka: MDMA, XTC, adam...). You are&lt;br&gt;confused, you need everybody's support to feel&lt;br&gt;secure, you like to be around people, you have&lt;br&gt;your own fantasy world you run to every time&lt;br&gt;you feel helpless. You are classified as class&lt;br&gt;(A and B) illegal drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1102620340_ladrugsxtc.jpg"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of Drugs are you? and how that reflect your personality?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDXDXD I so am though...it toatlly fits</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorayaki3:5110</id>
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    <title>AniCon 05</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T23:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T02:22:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DAI - Honjitsu wa Seiten Nori</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We came, we saw, we ran away screaming with glee...&lt;br /&gt;Note: Yes, my photos suck. You're not the first (or last) to notice. Stuff it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/con11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/conchii1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/conchii2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/conpunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/conyasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/conloli.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...school should be stabbed repeatedly XD The massiveness...I know I'm just whining, but these last 2 weeks are the hardest. Finals will be fun because we'll just party all morning (between tests, that is) but we're just starting Julius Cesare (8 days? I think not Mrs. Himley) and we still have to present science projects, and learn another geometry chapter. For the love of God! At least history's over, and we're watching Monty Python ::dance dance:: Won't tell you the other couple things because this is public and oh hey! look at that! some beady eyes are watching me! XP I glomp you &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/kittyvoldkitty" target="new"&gt;Cece&lt;/a&gt;, with all my heart (I wasn't talking about you...)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorayaki3:4803</id>
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    <title>dorayaki3 @ 2005-05-15T15:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T20:33:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T20:33:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>FMA - Ready, Steady, Go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just had, the best day of my life (atl east it's up there on the list). &lt;br /&gt;And nothing anyone does or says, or even a science essay I have no research for, can do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;Pictures tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 AniCentral</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorayaki3:4500</id>
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    <title>Birfdae Pics</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T21:28:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T02:24:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bjork - It's Oh So Quiet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I forgot to post picture from my special party day (sorry they're HUGE) XD They're pretty messed up. Aparently I have problems holding a camera strait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/game11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW LOOSE SOCKS! OMGFODDIOE!)#*@()*$ FREAK OUT! (sorry, i really wanted them. thanks mum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/pinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two new Pinky Street dolls, which are so much cuter in reality. (small doll obsession. i need so much money for Volks T__T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/bday15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sum of it all. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorayaki3:4351</id>
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    <title>WO 4 eva</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T02:04:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T02:04:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hoku - Perfect Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My latest obcession...Wonderland Overdrive. Go see it &lt;a href="http://www.thefollyslounge.com" target="new"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; under "tales" or the number 3. Check out the quizzie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/[MadHatter]/quizzes/Which%20WO%20chara%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/[/[MadHatter]/1060482187_DQuizilla_picTwo.gif" border="0" alt="Two of Spades"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which WO chara are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeSSSIE! I wanted to be Two ^___^ can ya tell? Ok, end.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Celia and I go to the CON this Sunday! Psyche!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dorayaki3:3685</id>
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    <title>Birf-daee</title>
    <published>2005-04-24T21:43:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-24T21:47:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>100 songs on my iPod</lj:music>
    <content type="html">~*^________________________________________^*~&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday. I loved it. Today was good, too. And Friday. I don't understand why some people pay no mind to brithdays, that's 365 more days you've been alive. Respect yourself. At least, respect life itself.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. send me music. Petunia the iPod loves you!</content>
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    <title>eternal non-updating...</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T20:52:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T20:52:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Typical Tropical - Bambee</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Geez, it's been so long since I updated last, it's almost a sin XD Saturday's my birthday, so I'm pretty psyched. I guess I'm still at an age where birthdays are really special to me, I mean that I know a lot of kids who really don't care anymore, and most adults don't. But to me it's a really important day, a whole year alive on this earth is a really amazing thing to celebrate!(!!111 XD) But, whatever, I hope I enjoy my birthday all my life. I go to see Jana (psychiatrist) today, I only have 20 minutes, but when I get back (after dinner) I have birthday cookies to make. ^___^ I really hope Meg decorates my locker tommorow! I'm gonna have so much fun...::dancedance::</content>
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    <title>The End (of today that is...)</title>
    <published>2005-04-11T02:26:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-11T02:28:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some crazy j-pop</lj:music>
    <content type="html">::sigh:: The end of a weekend is always sad. I think I said that before XD But now I'm listening to Celia's burned J-pop mix, I finished Gravi 10, and I can do ANYTHING! XDXDXD Here's from coffee today, check us OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/kaffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/bucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Elusive Symbol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/arg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Karen, I think she's saying "ARG" XD eat me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/cece1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's Cece! My little student, she's so ADORKABLE, ne?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/kita.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kira, my awesome big sister (well, not by blood but...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/spin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;spin me around again...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owari.</content>
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    <title>Sunday</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T15:31:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T15:33:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am not tired. Not yet at least. I am a person who nermally stays up to 10 or so, gets up for school at 6 and gets up on weekends at 7 or 8. I stayed up until  1 am last night, then got up at 7 to go grocery shopping with mom. I know I'm a wuss to many of you but I am going to diiiieee. Especially because I have to study for the Practice AP test in History tommorow. Wait, &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; that the practice AP test? @___@ No idea...Luckily I meet with Cece today for Japanese ::dance, dance:: Fun-ness! Oh, I almost forgot, I get GRAVI 10!! She said in &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/kittyvoldkitty" target="new"&gt;her journal&lt;/a&gt; that Karen might be comming, so The Lord only knows what's going down. Or up. Best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I had Giant Pocky last night ::drool::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/dorayaki2/candy1.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>l0ser saturday</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T19:02:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T19:02:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Pillows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Did you know? This knew freeipods.com is all over the net, but it's NOT free X-X duhr. You have to sign up with a paid service first, so DON'T GO! The sith approaches XD Episode III comes out soon! I'm totally going. I have 30 minutes or so until we're leaving for church, Randy Travis is coming so the place will be PACKED. My church is awesome, SUPER RAD, so go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.willowcreek.org" target="new"&gt;HEEEERE&lt;/a&gt;. That's like pluggage. I can't think of anything else to say, I just really wanted to update. Cece and I really have to plan our outfits for the con, that is, if she's cosplaying with me ::crosses fingers:: AP test comes up in 3 weeks @___@ I'm dead. Mom just came in, yelled at me about food, then left laughing about the dog. ::sigh:: simply, wtf?</content>
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    <title>Morgen ist Freitag</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T00:51:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T00:54:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Super Lovers - W-Inds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">::sigh:: Und Freitag ist Deutsch Klasse mit Mutti und Oma. Und (ich fast vergesse!) meine kleine Bruder, Colton! I know that was all said wrong but, whatever. The point is tommorow's Friday, and even two weeks German homework can't bring me down! Officially, it is 16 days until my birthday!!! (@____@ fre4k 0ut!) Sadly, Japanese has been canceled for weeks. Poor Yoko-sensei (first name basis) was in a car accident (no hurts) and her basement flooded! So pray for her, please. I was looking at &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/mitzee/" target="new"&gt;Mitzees&lt;/a&gt; journal, which inspired me to upload the rest of my photos. Cece and I a really SUPER excited about the Midwest Con coming up at &lt;a href="http://acen.org" target="new"&gt;AnimeCentral&lt;/a&gt;. THE PILLOWS!)@$($&amp;* And finally, something for us here in IL. ::cry::</content>
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    <title>FREAK OUT!!! (&amp; back to school)</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T22:41:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T22:41:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>imagining jazz...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, the first Monday after Spring Break is painful, everybody knows it. Not to mention the begining of Track season, but I do enjoy it somewhat. Tuesday has been much better to me, in fact it was pretty insane. Celia noticed my comment on her blog, to which I am not linking (check my friends list) for some reasons. Actually,  Idon't k now why. Screw it, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/kittyvoldkitty/" target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;'s the link. The layout rocks and it's TOTALLY worth the read. PLUGPLUGPLUG. Tommorow's a half-day. SCORE. Thank heavens. Oh, what was I saying? Right, the excitement. I FOUNDA CON NEAR ME!! &lt;a href="http://www.acen.org/" target="new"&gt;CLICK ME CLICK ME CLICK ME&lt;/a&gt; All you crazy Illinoisians! (The "S" is silent, dumbhead) I can only pray my mom might say yes...I'll just have to front her the money. Like, now. OK, toodles.</content>
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    <title>Manga urges...XD</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T17:50:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T17:50:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I missm anga. I miss the crisp pages and deep ink and wonderful smell of a new manga. I miss the pride of waltzing out of a store knowing the guy at the counter had no idea what I bought and I miss the pride of putting a new one, finished, on my bookshelf. So thank heaven my birthday's in 25 days. As soon as the cash comes I'm goin' shoppin'! I miss shounen-ai the most, I think first on my list are Eerie Querie and Banana Fish. I'm not so interested in Fake, and I swear on my death bed I will &lt;b&gt;get Xander to lone me Gravi 10!!!&lt;/b&gt; Kiss mine, Allison. I still have some power left! XDXDXD I miss school, can you tell? Tonight we're (we=Jeff, Julie, Kira, and hopefully Paolo) going to see The Ring 2. Funny, I never saw The Ring, but I saw Ringu which scared the pants off me. What else? Nothing now. Have to call some people about the sleepover tommorow. Fun-ness! Freedom reigns...</content>
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    <title>Rain, rain, go away...</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T23:03:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T23:03:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Even If - ZOEgirl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">omg. It's raining like effing CRAZY here. Serious, it's starting to creep me out. Well, if I don't post for a month you know where I am. Can you say FLOOD? XD Well, we ended up not going to the museum. The line was out the door when we got there, I was pissed because I was the ONLY one willing to sit in line for an hour. The rest of my family couldn't wait the time between lightning and thunder. Instead we went to Millenium Park, which was nice. Then we went to the Cultural Museum, which had some awesome photos of the city and a beautiful stained glass floor. It also had a very disturbing AIDS exibit called "Pandemic", but it made the disease very real to me, along with mom and my missions trip. This July (&lt;b&gt;if we get excepted&lt;/b&gt;) we'll go to Bolivia to take care of children with our church. I'm so psyched but so nervous. Am I strong enough for that? Anyway, then we went to lunch. My one plea was that we go somewhere interesting since we won't be in Chicago again for a while. We found this awesome Cajun place, then right before we got in Papa said he didn't like it. Fine, we'd find another place. Let's go to the Russian Tea Room it's two blocks down. Colton starts whining and &lt;i&gt;whining&lt;/i&gt; about how he HAS TO SIT DOWN. We finally get there and I said "We can go to the Russian place, or the American-Neuvoe place right next door to it, which would you like?" And he says he doesn't want to take the energy to walk right next door. Then mom tells him Bennigan's is across the street and he says we're going there. Piss off. When we get to the restaurant and I say lightly that next time they owe me a fun restaurant my mom goes into this whole "In Colton's defense..." thing. For crying out loud! If I did that I'd be called disrespectful and rude. Anyway, I realized after that I had a good time and didn't have any real reason to complain. Sorry mum. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll upload the pictures and post them here later.</content>
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    <title>Wednesday</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T14:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T14:01:46Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Woke up late, it's already eight! Hey, the rhymes. We're goin to the Museum of Science and Industry...or something like that. Radical, huh? I had a bunch of weird dreams i can't remember, but if I do, I'll feel free to share with you guys. Everybody watch Veronica Mars! W00t! Ok, gotta go shower. Toodles!</content>
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